Transmission #011: Persian Jazz
There are no borders in rhythm. Only bridges; strings and horns leaning across cultures, percussion tracing lines where maps fade. Persian Jazz is not a playlist. It is a dialogue.…
Transmission #010: Paper & Echoes
Paper & Echoes Not all stages are lit. Some are hidden in plain sight, behind glass counters and wooden shelves stacked with pens, notebooks, helmets, and toys that refuse to…
Transmission #009: Mystic Valley
Mystic Valley There are no borders here. Only echoes; carried by wind, carved into stone, softened by mist. Mystic Valley is not a playlist. It is an encounter. The oud…
Transmission #008: Cuban Nights
Cuban Nights There are no maps. Only streets; worn smooth by rhythm, by dance, by memory. Cuban Nights is not a playlist. It is a walk through Havana after sundown.…
Transmission #007: Espresso
Espresso There are no rushes here. Only the slow pour; a ribbon of darkness settling into porcelain. Espresso is not a playlist. It’s the measured inhale before the first sip.…
Transmission #006: Mad Men
Mad Men There are no anthems. Only moods, poured over ice, flicked from a match, exhaled in silence. Mad Men isn’t a playlist. It’s an after-hours reel of jazz lounges,…
Transmission #005: Beneath the Jade Canopy
Beneath the Jade Canopy There are no choruses. Only chimes; suspended in stillness, struck by time. Beneath the Jade Canopy is not a playlist. It is a threshold. A soundscape…
Transmission #004: Echoes Beyond the Veil
Echoes Beyond the Veil There are no lyrics. Only breath; stretched thin across time, across distance, across silence. Echoes Beyond the Veil is not a playlist. It’s a descent, or…
Transmission #003: Morning in Amalfi
Morning in Amalfi Not all mornings begin with alarms. Some begin with open shutters, the scent of citrus, and a melody drifting in from somewhere just out of sight. Transmission…
Transmission #002: Echoes of 1950 Love
Echoes of 1950 Love Not the feeling. The ghost of it. There was a time when love came by post.Stamped. Folded. Waited for. A time of rotary phones, of vinyl…
Transmission #001: Bushidō – The Discipline Beneath the Silence
Bushidō Discipline. Silence. The Blade Within. Bushidō — the Way of the Warrior, is not a noise.It is not a shout, nor a clash of swords.It is a code, passed…
