radiant pastures (tonepoet release)

Dear listeners, I have a unique listening event for you all. Normally, your old boy Tonepoet would not post his own music except by sneakily inserting into an episode. Well, I just released some new music, and I really wanted to share this with you all. I've created a special mix of the album in its entirety. I've sought to build a tapestry for admiring Mother Nature's earthly canvas as best I could. Here is a synopsis from the liner notes:

"As I've meandered across continents in my many travels, my mind always bottles the essence of the landscape around me as a model of how nature moves across Mother Earth, creating a template and backdrop that develops into unique inspiration. Rather than forming alliances with mental snapshots of concrete jungles, I've always been captivated by nature’s grand mosaic. While one would believe that aging depletes the pristine images that Mother Earth has painted within our memories, for me that couldn't be further from the truth.

Decades may have passed since I last partook in a European spring, yet the fire-gold fields ignited with ruby poppies remain etched in my mind’s eye. I can still feel the sun’s opulent warmth delivered on the wings of countless butterflies.

From my sojourn in Asia, I carry the enduring jade-green memory of mist-shrouded mountains, their peaks blushing with shyness as they dipped into the ephemeral cloud cover. The rolling hills and majestic mountains draped in a thick, verdant blanket of dense forests as the peaks rise like ancient guardians, softened by the summer foliage

I’ve amalgamated panoramic galleries from the jagged peaks and rolling valleys that stretch across the sun-baked sierras of the continental US to the icy spires of Alaska that could pierce the sky, each vista an awe-inspiring masterpiece that stole my breath clean away in sheer wonder at how such a divine spectacle could possibly transpire.

I long to spark within you the sacred fire of the same awe that consumes me when faced with Mother Nature's unblemished glory. My music on this release is but a whisper of adoration, a testament to beauty we cannot better. These lands? They are a divine inheritance, a gift from the stars. As the music’s colors wash over you, breathe deep and honor Mother Earth all of her splendor. Peace."

My music is (always) free, my gift to you, dear listeners. You can visit this release on my BANDCAMP PAGE. Peace.

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TRACK LISTING

• “Through Silent Fields” by Tonepoet from Radiant Pastures (Start Time: 00:00)

• “Whispering Grass” by Tonepoet from Radiant Pastures (Start Time: 03:36)

• “Symphony For The Deep Blue Sky” by Tonepoet from Radiant Pastures (Start Time: 13:01)

• “A Land Of Eternal Spring” by Tonepoet from Radiant Pastures (Start Time: 21:16)

• “Luminescent Plains, Parts I & II” by Tonepoet from Radiant Pastures (Start Time: 29:30)

• “Elysium” by Tonepoet from Radiant Pastures (Start Time: 36:17)

• “Softly Glowing, Nature’s Gentle Hum” by Tonepoet from Radiant Pastures (Start Time: 48:23)

echoes in the cosmic dust

Shhh..... Dear listener, I hear something.... It's very, very faint. THERE it is again! Did you hear it?? It's an echo of some sort. A repeated signal nuance and sonically degrading follow-on carbon copy of an initial sound (which is perhaps long gone). It appears as though it is a transmission of some sort that seeks to beckon voyagers like us to heed its intended mission chronicles. In effort to set out on this unique voyage of discovery, I will summon upon a well-versed space aficionado from across the pond. The controls of the space pod are now in the hands of LUCA GHERARDI, my trusted co-captain for this flight and a veteran to the universe of sound. Dear listeners, together he and I will forge a lighted pathway beyond the stars which upon you may tread, through the galactic curtain, and deep into the source of the sound that beckons us. Ensure that your immersive headphones are adequately secured as Luca sets the journey with his music as the cosmic runway.

memoirs from the lone voyage

 <<//sysboot//commcheck//==//

<<%sys%lone%voyage%>>

<<dlr8con>><<affirmative>>

<<dr3am s3qu3nc3>>

Dear listeners, are you there? Hello?? I'm not sensing a distant feedback loop from prior transmissions, and I'm beginning to wonder if my comm links have expired. I will have to send this transmission as if I'm being monitored at this time (and, I assume that I am). In the meantime, a recalibration of the dynamic dream mainframe is in order, and I sense that the malfunction has to do the the latest systems upgrades. I definitely explained to the Aural Mechanics engineers that upgrades before missions tend to be problematic and introduce risk. It sucks to say that I was the one that told them this and am still suffering the consequences of a directionless drift. Dear listeners, am I the only one that deals with such a predicament?

the dream factories

Ah, dreams, so bizarre and unexplainable at times. The glorious world where imaginary adventures spring to life and deep seated fears come crawling into your grey matter. Not only do we rely on our sleeping dreams to show us new avenues of inspiration that illuminate the pathways to creativity, we largely seek to focus on our waking dreams. You know, the aspirations and goals that constantly push us deeper into commitment and determination. That, dear listeners, is the goal to today's session.

earthshine

Hāl, wundorlic gehīeran. Ic eom, Tonepoet, þīn freondlīca neahgebūre stēorrīcend. Wē wēn wē sculan forðfēran on ān wēg þæt bringe þā tīda cyme. Gyf þǣr is ān swīþe seon þæt me lǣcað, hit is þæt þǣr sunne is mǣre mægen. Ūre mǣgenda freond, þæt sunne, lēohteð ūre swēte Modor Eorþe and āwende his slǣpende drēamas on ān blīðe and fǽgerne hēafodscēawung.

reminiscence

[Before we get started with today's episode, I wanted to just share that Spaceman's Transmissions has been selected as #3 on the top 10 list of ambient music podcasts on FEEDSPOT. Thank you, dear listeners, for your support and co-piloting expertise.]

Listeners, I have a unique travel itinerary planned for today. First off, let's welcome this episode's esteemed co-pilot REAPZ5, who joins us on this voyage all the way from Malta. He brings along a special blend of vibe and color that we will pipe through the sonic terminal mainframe during our ascent, flight, and descent. Additionally, this journey requires a particular mission statement. We've received special clearances through assiduous processes to arrive at the final planning stages for this remarkable expedition. This assignment was borne through unanimous requests via our call center headquarters. We have diligently amalgamated a journey into the realms of the past which require us to reverse our course back to a time and place of deep and purposeful significance. Although we will begin the journey together, our destinations will be quite different from one another. There is an oasis of memories that will be visited in effort to bathe in viscous waters of gratitude while assembling a paper boat to sail down the streams of reverence in honor of those that have meant so much to us. This gratitude brings us to our mission statement, which is as follows: 

horizons of the mind’s eye

Oh, there you are, dear listener. Welcome aboard Spaceman's Transmissions, your trusted source of cerebral voyages near and far. Our co-captain (and ambient cosmic navigator) ANCIENT ASTRONAUT has made the initial announcement and confirmed our state of cosmic voyage readiness. As a thoroughly qualified flight instructor in progressively challenging galactic star-hopping, it is our honor to have such an esteemed navigator assist us with sailing into the heavenly curtain.

guest mix: silas (spring on the battlefield)

Greetings, dear listeners, and welcome aboard Spaceman's Transmissions intergalactic courier service. Though we never exercise the mandates of viewing our terms of service, I'd like to take a moment to summarize the conditions of said agreement in as few words as possible at this very second. The summary can be summed up into this: turn on, tune in, sleep...

The staff at Spaceman's Transmissions is dedicated to providing an optimized listening experience as the best in-flight entertainment one can find. Cheating you out of this golden opportunity would be a disservice and would diminish our reputation. Okay, mumble jumble out of the way, let's get on with the purpose of our mission. We'll begin with a very tiny story. Brief, but vital to the mission.

the sky awoke, bringing us light from the heavens

 **yawn**

Oh, there you are, dear listeners. You seemed to have caught me at a moment of residual drowsiness while experiencing my peacefully calm awakening. Give me just a second to open the curtains to let a sliver of morning light into my hovering capsule as I prepare a warm cup of coffee to thaw out my still-wandering grey matter. Would you like coffee, tea, hot chocolate? Name it, and I'll prepare it for you so that our morning routine of our minds slowly blossoming into the day is met with success and gratitude. If you'll allow, I'd love to drop a coin into the cosmic jukebox to get a jingle going. I have just the one. It's a lullaby wrapped in the stars and delivered softly to the transmission tower that beams radiant solace in the form of aural sugar. 

Today, as we climb skyward, you will notice the fog in our minds will give way to clouds that form familiar figures that only our individual imaginations can decipher. These clouds are multi-purpose in that they also form pillowy soft foundations that help us prepare for witnessing the splendor of Mother Earth coming around. Once the sky begins to awake, cherish the moments of viewing blissful colors in the sky, hearing the sounds of earthly gears beginning to rotate, and seeing life flourish once again. This phenomenon happens daily, but every time it's like the first. Bask in the glow that rains down from above, and realize the fortunes you have to be given allow you this luxury. Take time to reflect upon those who are not with us and no longer have this awakening luxury. In their honor, celebrate an appreciation for them that they impressed upon your memory with peaceful reverence. 

the dream awaits

Dear listener, where have you been?!? We are tasked for a mission with an estimated departure time of now! Your old boy Tonepoet simply refuses to set sail into the cosmic horizon as a lone voyager. Our standard operating procedure mandates a strict directive for enlisting a co-pilot; one worthy of commandeering a vessel that bends the horizon while burning the skies, leaving behind a vapor trail of dreams and aspirations. You, my dear listener, are that co-pilot. All aboard!