Spaceman's Transmissions (ambient Music Podcast)

Ah, dear listeners, you've arrived! Right on time and suited up for our galactic travel into the cosmic realm. Today's episode is one of personal reflection and realization. Dear listeners, I have a bit of a story to tell. One that probably should stay hidden in the shadows, but one that I will share nonetheless.  Many moons ago, like a lot of moons, there was a cosmonaut named Tunepilot who was a bit of a wandering soul, trapped in an aimless pod that didn't have the best luck dodging comets and debris during skyward ascensions. While the intended pathway imagined was pure and innocent, the pod's trajectory was without purpose as its destination was unrealized. Dear listeners, the sync between the pilot and vessel were in need of extensive calibration. Moreover, the journey required a co-pilot, one with an empathic soul to map a voyage to the zenith of an awakening.  Well, as the pod drifted aimlessly towards distant destinations very, very far away, Tunepilot found his Astronautin! This Astronautin greatly

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

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. As we ascend upon into the higher realms of yo

<<//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? How often is it, my fellow co-pilots, that you feel as though you are the single one with clarity, awareness, and a vision of how to

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. We often hear the tired phrases 'dream big' and follow your dreams'. Great for motivational posters, yet this is barely sufficient wisdom enough to push us to our zenith. Your old boy Tonepoet will share a bit more words of wisdom with you by providing the adage 'share your dreams'. Sharing your dreams with others could potentially uncover a co-pilot that will provide checks and balances towards your goals and aspirations. For every situation and person, there does indeed exist a co-pilot that has tread along a similar

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. Nim āne stunde to hēafde bēon mid þīnum ealdan cniht Tonepoet and nim in þæt līxende heofon swā hit wyrcð images þā sparkiað þæt geþōht and swǣlgan þā wēllas þæs cræftes flow. Swā wē witan þā ānfealdlīce fægeran āwendunge ymbe ūs, forgyf þā gemǣniscnesse þāra þe wē lufiað tō cuman on þīn mōd and wēn þis stunde of sōlīcnesse and gemǣne gemǣne mid ðē. Hit is hēr þæt wē wēn þæt wē wēn wēn wē willaþ þā gōde wīsa þæt ūre lufian hāldað on. Mid ælcum forðfaran tīde cymð þæt wēop and blīðe of forþfēran tīda. Wēorðiað þās tīda and wyrcaþ ān snēapscēawung to frōfre hīe on þīn gemyndes scrīfan. Wē leorniað tō niman þæt gōde mid þām yfelan, tō wyrcan gebalan, and æfre gemun

NOTE: THE AUDIO FROM THIS EPISODE WAS DELETED. THEREFORE, THE EPISODE REVERTED TO A DRAFT. THAT SAID, THIS IS A REPOST (SORRY!). I HAVE MORE EPISODES LINED UP, FEAR NOT. 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! This mission is not one to disregard or discount in any way. A tapestry pathway automates the controls that guide us towards a universe that exists within a very small space: the space between your ears. This is where the dream lives. With this session, we will fill the crevices of confusion and stress with an auditory putty, one that consists of equal parts solitude, ho

[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 si

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. We thank you for your patience as we calibrate the main navigation component of the spectral simulator within the mainframe. This is pertinent to our voyage and guarantees that our AACM (ascension acceleration control mechanism) into the blue curtain is is working at its peak optimal capabilities. The very last thing that our technicians want to do is perform systems checks during any point of our ascent. This kills the buzz, harshes the mellow, and depletes the creative flow. That's not my bag, man. Please help yourself to the refreshments f

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. There was a time, not too long ago, but also at the same time a long time ago, in which there was a flourishing field of ambient mix enthusiasts on MIXCLOUD. I was only a junior flight instructor in training, green in the field, and a directionless (yet eager) di

**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 he

Guten Morgen/Tag/Abend/Nacht (CIRCLE ONLY ONE, PLEASE), dear listeners. I am ecstatic to be able to deliver to you a uniquely fresh tapestry of solace and beauty. This quest was brought to life from a single entity that ascends skyward to the highest reaches of the IMAGINARY NORTH. You might be asking 'well, what makes THIS particular episode so unique?". Well, it's a celebratory session of the glorious label IMAGINARY NORTH, curated by ambient artist extraordinaire KILOMETRE CLUB (Daniel Field). Having started in 2022 (a mere 2 years since publishing this), the label is already leading the charge in finding unbelievably focused artists that are producing some of the finest ambient moments. Yes, dear listener, all selections (and much more) can be found via a single BANDCAMP page (drift there, thank me later). This amalgamation of sound is GMO-free and enriched with nutritious inspiration to replenish the minds of carbon-based souls. If you've been looking for a single source of flawless serenity within an oa

Dear listeners, I have yet another very important tale for you today, and one of absolute truth! This is above and beyond the tale that I laid upon your mind in the podcast Camping Under The Stars, Vol. 5 (Sanctuary), which was a mere 2 weeks of living off of the land and surviving on hot dogs, bananas, and peanut butter. Dear listeners, this tale stretches across 3 years. 3 long YEARS!! It is not one that was pleasant, but it had a(n eventual) happy ending. How does that tie into today's episode?? Well, let me tell you....... In a time not long ago, during a weird and upside-down world of toilet paper shortages and no haircuts lived a content little dude whom we will call Poemhobbit. He lived in his happy village with his happy family and created musings of aural jewels for people all over the world which he delivered like an Easter egg. Well, for some odd reason, Poemhobbit and his family felt that they should travel to a land unknown, so he sold his tiny cottage quickly and with a prosperous outcome. Poemh

Hello, dear listeners. Today, I have a special guest mix by a label that I follow and truly love. ARTIFICIAL OWL RECORDINGS is a new and mighty label whose mission is to break down the traditional walls of predictable ho-hum ambient and introduce deeper atmospheres and wider spectrums of sound into our universes. I was fortunate to have been given the opportunity to share with you all quite a few tracks (over 1 ½ hours of music!) from AOR in a stellar mix by the label’s founder and curator, Niko Dalagelis (One Of Them). Dig into the history and mission statement of AOR below as you take in some truly mystical vibes not of this earth. Pay AOR a visit and show them the love. Oh, and their artwork is beyond astounding! ------------------------------------------------------------------ When did Artificial Owl Recordings come into being and what was the motivation to start a label? Artificial Owl Recordings was created in 2019 by Niko Dalagelis. Niko has been writing music as ONE OF THEM since 2008 and before that

My fellow travelers of the aural universe, I'm so very happy to have you all here as we lazily flow into a continuation of the Mental Drift series. As with any amalgamation that is woven, special consideration is given to those of you that may feel alarmed by disruptive and angular sonic anomalies. Our mission here at the Spaceman's Transmissions laboratory is optimized towards the analyzation of our sketches. It is during these rigorous processes that the removal of diluted mish-mash and scratchy, if not, dull and turbulent static are discarded. Dear listeners, we have baked you a morsel of mental release made with only the freshest natural ingredients. All allergy free. This sweetly baked bite-sized snack is a mere hour(ish) of an escape journey, and is one which requires only a very tiny fraction of of your devotion. This will allow you to paint your grey matter with colorful light and provide your creative spirit a smooth path inward towards your cerebral control center. Allow the gears of your mind the

It's hip, it's new, it's here, it's now, it's the FUTURE, dear listeners!! Now, I have an idea what you might be thinking of when you ponder what the future actually is. Machines, robots, automation, absence of the human element? Or, is it the ability to harness the means of connecting diverse sets of people with common goals, aspirations, and creative energy to develop a communal sense that encompasses much more than what we envision? I'm going with the latter. It would be so easy to bury our heads in the sand and ignore what some might call 'progress'. You're not incorrect with stating that this constant perpetual forward motion becomes cumbersome, requiring us to constantly evolve to fit the need. Now, for many, the future is not always so bright. It's an unfortunate thing that we often choose to ignore that populace and persist in our own bubbles of contentment and comfort. That's not living, dear listeners. Living is sharing the light in your universe with a soul who is subsisting on shadows and sorrow.

Hello, beautiful listeners and travelers of the cosmic tapestry. We've have had some relaxing times while wandering around the peaceful forests of aural canyons. We've dipped our toes into a calm, yet vibrant, stream of brilliantly blissful moments. There comes a time when the spacecraft must align the controls for yet another destination in search of the vivid beauty from echoing dreams. While it's blissfully effortless to lay in the pasture of calm, pillowy thoughts and star gaze while recalling worlds unique to ourselves, we have to slowly and softly uproot ourselves in effort to keep on truckin'. This minor disruption is but a very momentary displacement into yet another realm of as-of-yet unseen and unfelt bliss. Our goal is to seek the optimal oasis. All that I ask of you, dear listener, is to ensure that your belt buckle is firmly fastened for another journey into the unknown. Taking mental snapshots of comet tails and celestial dust is highly recommended as we drift sweetly into our new destination. S

Hello, dear listeners, travelers of the celestial realm, and co-pilots. This new session evolves around the ethos of an album that I just put out entitled 'Bloom', and is one that ushers in a re-invention and reinvigorating of our mental and physical being. As we weather the storms of life's turbulent forces, we need enlightenment and encouragement so that we can pick ourselves up, knock of the dirt and negative vibes, and bring in a rebirth and passion for not only living but striving. That's it, dear listeners, striving!! And THRIVING!! It rhymes, and now all of a sudden I feel like Dr. Seuss. Working to be better tomorrow than we are today requires incremental steps. We hear the expression 'Rome wasn't built in a day' and, well, neither were we. Take the time in planning your re-entry into the world as a better version of yourself every single day. It requires mental energy to develop the creative means to plan our re-entry into our proposed new world, and it takes physical energy to implement those change

Dear listeners, I have a tale for you!! It was one of the best/worst thing to happen to me delivered by our sweet Mother Nature. I had been planning a camping trip for 1 whole year with a high school buddy (who only knows me only as a metalhead, shhhhhh......). He had never been to the mid-west, in any place like South Dakota, Wyoming, Montana, or Idaho. I had, but for work-related travel, which was a soul sucking endeavor and left me devoid of any potentially wonderful life altering experiences. Our plan went from imagining to planning, and would take us to The Badlands, Custer State Park, Mount Rushmore, the Black Hills, Devil's Tower, Bighorn National Forest, Yellowstone Park, and beyond. It was going to be fantastic. I bulked up some snivel camping gear and I was ready. Imagine that: me, a sissy novice camper, eating barbaric foods over a fire and having a flexible agenda while listening to nature at night in a tiny tent. What could go wrong? We didn't bother to plan more than a day in advance, just in ca

It is that time of year, dear listeners, where we once again set sail in the celestial sea of diamonds in search of a better tomorrow, and seek the renewal of our mental energy and creative awakening. I'm here to assist you in your voyage, as you know that your old boy Tonepoet would never expect you to navigate blindly through the ether. It is you who will guide this ship through the pathway of stars, and I am more than happy to be your severely relaxed co-pilot. As we sail gently along this route, let's reflect on the things in the past that made us happy and engaged. As we bathe in this nostalgia, start to bundle up the negative energy and various letdowns of this past year so that we may set them afloat towards a black hole, never to be seen again. While you might not see it, there is a lighted path towards a better you, and a tree that sprouts positive vibe. Steer the craft towards this tree so that we may taste the nectar of positive energy and enlightenment. Understand that this tree withers and fades,