Luke Janela is a cellist/guitarist/multi-instrumentalist who has been creating unique, hypnotic instrumental pieces as podcast. These thoughtful, magical pieces are the perfect companion to your listening day, whether between other podcasts as a palette cleanser or on their own. There are now over 1…

a big bang a tangerine a little twisting hammering glamour wing clamor sing disappear into the opening the hopening happening alone upone and stammering backwards fling tracker to the beginning of the beginning

sorry it has been a while the world has been dissolving and I was sick too

all hail anyone who is the opposite of whatever all this fucking bullshit fucking is

this goes out to the people traumatized, for no reason other than someone’s evil, actual evil

psychological warfare on the world

I mean what are we even doing at this point I invite the light and I would kindly say I invite the light I invite the light

drown in sound watching the watching the death of truth

it can happen here it is happening here it is happening here it is happening here joyless men, here to take you

I know it has basically ruined everything and so SORRY I’ve been gone doing things such as

choose pride and fear is triangle eyes a temple, leaving tapestries on the wall who are you from one moment to the next? the same? sure?

I’ll make a way through and wind the depth perception into a close taught brick wall, taut and locked kriss kross a loss

is it true is the endless creep of creep true it’s true it’s very disconcerting oh very disconcerting indeed

oh my why would I want to try to fly beyond what away to speak of adult times the world of sadists and miserable people dominating bullies and creeps how to believe

let it be me and the sea and the wash of endless reverb

as good as forgotten dreams a mimicry obscene

remember when you whispered in my ear or was it everyone?

in a place that maybe didn’t exist or did exist for a moment or in a moment outside of time that we relived already a thousand times before living it for the first time and it was easy to laugh it off it was fun to wonder it was fun to wander

meet me in that time and space meet me here now

a perfect take for a perfect song by a perfect musician

translated as blank space the hiding the vulnerable the insecure the wonder there behind everyone behind the cloud

two step dance off plan to glance look away away away away

like, I mean, honestly, oh me oh my, is it dark ice age rampant idiocy we all pay

a little less of this a little less of that a little bit missed a little wit a little

I always planned to never give up this was always the way this was always the way I always said I’d let you know this was always the plan this was always the plan I always pray you’ll let me pray this is always mine this is always mine I never said I’d never read […]

just play the cello in the morning and worry about it later

crumble, pathway, retread, undead, a water flow way, a lowest, a renaissance, a laughter