Hora Lunga
your ears are your better eyes
12.10.22 ð”¹ð•’𝕕𝕖𝕟_______Royal_______Rapid Rave DJ-Set
22.11.22 Berne_______DACHSTOCK performing WIRREN
20.05.22 Berne_______DACHSTOCK w/ VÍZ, Trash Mantra and more
31.03.22 𝚉𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚌𝚑_______SENDER_______DJ-SET
23.02.22 B𝚒𝚎𝚕/B𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚎_______GÄRBI_______DJ-SET
18.02.22 𝐃ü𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧_______BAD BONN w/ VÍZ
17.02.22 𝘡𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘤𝘩_______HELSINKI w/ VÍZ
𝟎𝟓.𝟏𝟐.21 𝐙𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐜𝐡_______TOXI w/ VÍZ
𝟶𝟺.𝟷𝟸.21 𝚉𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚌𝚑_______TOXI w/ Bit-Tuner
03.12.21 ℤ𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕚𝕔𝕙_______TOXI w/ Elischa Heller
02.12.21 𝘡𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘤𝘩_______TOXI w/ i-vye
19.06.21 ð™•ð™ð™ð™€ð™„𝘾𝙃_______Gessnerallee performing WIRREN
18.06.21 ð™ð”𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐂𝐇_______Gessnerallee performing WIRREN

new age music I
out on Sept 30

Rode through the south italian desert on a Peugeot fuelhorse. The Autogrill is glowing greasily in the image's background. An awkward spaghetti western unfolds as a melancholy fantasy. A sort of coming of age spaghetti movie, cause your lips are painted with canned tomato blood. You're in between times. The old hero is dead, but we stole his guitar and seven rounds of ammunition. Premises: decadence hot, defeatism only for the old - if you say eclecticism, you cough letters around and I usually say: huh?

new age music I
out on Sept 30

No one lying by the swimming pool, but wind. And Lana Del Rey gets her Hollywood chewing gum supplies at the 24-hour-shop at the Langstrasse. It's all true because it's immortalized on Mini-DV, we'd only need to edit it.
Hora Lunga had time. Said farewell in order to start with this and that, catch unaccompanied pictures, unaccompanied tones in melodies cloud up at the blue synthesizer apparatus. And he almost got through with this on his own.

what we talk about
when we talk

What we talk about when we talk about love? And how can you talk about complicated things with only one alphabetic character, the longest softest sound or the smallest possible hand movement? It rained snow for a way too long time: Zurich, people slipping on the ice on Hardplatz, sliding into their next setback. David shoos away the stray cat that stayed at the cellar at Zimmerlistrasse 4. Today the closing credits appear at the very beginning, we fall in love when parting, espresso shortly before midnight: Someday, maybe, who knows—byebye Zimmerlistrasse. Black painted fingernails at the kind piano one last time, earlobe on the damp basement wall, in search of a sound.

BlauBlau Records, early summer 2022