#irrlicht-writes

[the-golden-comet]

“Writing is ART. NOT Content” 👏👏👏

I promise you I enjoy every kind comment that users leave on my works, regardless on how old my stories are. Hell, even the constructive ones I enjoy because it means that my work has moved people enough to interact with it. 💫

One of my stories is approaching one year now, and I still beam whenever I get a comment. I promise you it isn’t “creepy” to express genuine joy and interest on older stories. Like prev mentioned, it may make an author’s entire day, or week. Or MONTH. 💛✨

We are a community of artists. Encourage the art of storysharing and worldbuilding. ✨

I got a comment today that said smth along the lines of "I didn't wanna be weird commenting on a four month old fic"

Baby, bless your heart but four months isn't old by any means and ao3 isn't fucking instagram. Comment on fics you like, regardless of how old they are! The worst that could happen is you make an author's day. Writing is art, not content.

[dragengyrr]

Cash or check?

I have been smitten by this fanfic by @irrlicht-writes, where Vox willingly – although not quite imagining the consequences – gives away his heart to Alastor. Hooo, boy. Hooooo, boy. It’s terrible. I love it.

(I didn’t know I needed Alastor on opium, but now I do and I need more.)

[irrlicht-ghostfront]

Hello folks!

You know I write. I mean, sometimes. Maybe. A bit. From time to ti- you get it.

So. Hm.

I made a writing blog! So if you like my writing, you should go there! I’ll reblog everything I’ve written on there, so it’ll be easy to find.

Will I stop posting stories here? Yes. That’s kind of the point. Will I tease them here? I mean - I guess.

It’s @irrlicht-writes

I do hope you swing by! (once it actually shows up-) 

[glindauplland]

hi glittersparkles! How are you? I'm struggling with my last bang for this year and I feel worse by the day D: I hope you're having a nice day! Anyway, what I came for: this is really late, but one of the things I'm grateful for from last year is that I bullied my way into being your "keeps sending asks"-buddy.👀 I guess yay for your lack of self-confidence. And I guess yay for me being ready to slap some love on you. *throws confetti*

I hope ur muse will return & maybe in the meantime u can distract urself with something u enjoy? 😅 and im always grateful for ur kind words & being supportive!! and thank u so much for always saying "hi" & keeping me in ur thoughts 🙇🏻‍♀️ and best of luck in writing for that bang & I have confidence ull create an amazing story😍💜

[vinylspinning]

Sigue Sigue Sputnik: Flaunt It (1986)

The first time I heard Sigue Sigue Sputnik’s “Love Missile F1-11” on the radio, back in 1986 -- with no DJ to clue me into who or what they were -- I wondered if I was listening to Devo, making an energetic comeback after ‘84’s disappointing Shout LP.

Obviously, I was wrong about the band and the quality of their music (read on), which I’m only writing about today because my brother and countless others were suckered into buying this strange novelty band’s debut Flaunt It, and I doubt he liked it any more than I did.

For those who weren’t there or simply don’t remember, Sigue Sigue Sputnik were led by former Generation X bassist Tony James, and their cyberpunk mohawks, post-apocalyptic fashion (think Mad Max in technicolor), and copious Japanese references (Anime, Kanji characters, toy robots) caused quite a stir in the visually-driven mid ‘80s.

It all worked to near-perfection on “Love Missile,” which lashed slashing guitars (aptly described by All-Music’s Tim Sendra as sounding like they were “fed through a fax machine”) to a pulsing, circular, electro-pop synth-bed, capped with special effects-laden vocals, synthesized classical motifs, and ... ad spots?

Yes, in a clever, almost visionary (if rarely repeated) marriage of art and commerce, S.S.S. approached brands like L’Oréal, i-D Magazine, even a Kensington Market clothing shop called Pure Sex, and sold them product placement in-between these tracks!

Problem is, half of those tracks -- including “Sex-Bomb-Boogie,” “She’s My Man,” and second single “21st Century Boy” -- simply cloned or recycled “Love Missile’s” synthesizer pattern and/or chord progression, atop which one-trick-pony vocalist Martin Degville’s invariably spewed some form of pseudo-futuristic nonsense.

And the rest of the album barely deviated from this formula, via the amorphous, ethereal “Atari Baby,” the dub-like “Rockit Miss U.S.A.,” ‘50’s rock-accented  “Teenage Thunder,” and -- best of the bunch -- the meticulously produced “Massive Retaliation.”

I don’t know ... maybe there’s more here than meets the ear, especially so many decades later, but after making it all the way to No. 10 in the U.K. charts with Flaunt It, Sigue Sigue Sputnik quickly wore out their welcome and disintegrated following the release of their 1988 sophomore outing Dress for Excess.

That album was apparently issued in Brazil ahead of any other country to capitalize on a South America tour, so I wonder if my poor brother was hyped into buying this LP by that intense promotional campaign and the single “Success”?

As for me, I guess I never forgave them for not being Devo.

More Electronic Music: ABC’s How to be a … Zillionaire!, A-Ha’s Hunting High and Low, Alphaville’s Forever Young, Caterina Barbieri's Myuthafoo, David Bowie’s Low, Depeche Mode’s The Singles 81 -> 85, Devo's Freedom of Choice, Brian Eno’s Another Green World, Kraftwerk's The Man-Machine, Klaus Nomi’s Klaus Nomi, Mike Oldfield's Tubular Bells, Pet Shop Boys’ Please, Klaus Schulze’s Irrlicht, Suicide’s Suicide, Tangerine Dream's Rubycon, Tears for Fears’ Songs from the Big Chair, Ultravox’s The Collection, Yves Tumor's Praise a Lord Who Chews but Which Does Not Consume, Zero 7's Simple Things.

[bts-fic-collection]

Its so nice to see you posting again! May I request new taekook? Something with some social media type stuff like twitter/Instagram posts and story too? Plus some smut please?

Hey! Unfortunately I couldn't find many exactly like that, but I find a few that will hopefully be close enough to what you're looking for :)

Unexpected by JeMeSouviens

Rating: Not rated

Status: Incomplete (Updated 27 Aug 21)

Word count: 67,378

Summary: Texting/university BTS story (all typos are intentional). On crack - major crack. I hope you enjoy!

JHop: lol. Does little jungkookie have a crush ?

KimTae: on me?? Better be on me not joon. ffs.

JJ: …

JJ: Well I mean ya, tae u cute af

KimTae: jaw drop. mic drop. drop top. drop everything now. meet me in the pouring rain. for I am shooketh!

PJimin changed chat name to Gay Panic Level 1000.

KimTae: …I mean…

KimTae: Ya cool kook, I think u cute 2

PJimin: lol not smooth tae, nice try…anyway.

'Cause I wanna be yours (don't you wanna be mine?) by irrlichter

Rating: T

Status: Complete

Word count: 18,814

Summary: V [4:54 pm] kookie tell me you are joking kookie tell me you are joking right now

kookie [4:55 pm] i’m not?

V [4:55 pm] you have never seen the madagascar films? YOU DON’T KNOW MORT??

Or: The one where a wrong number text turns into more than Jungkook could have bargained for.

Instagram Love by Freyakillz123

Rating: G

Status: Incomplete (Updated 5 Jan 22)

Word count: 23,078

Summary: Okay I know the name is too cliche but thats what actually happens here.

V is a famous model and a person who writes songs in his free time. He is in love with Park Bogum, a famous actor. But what he doesn't know is that Bogum is cheating on him.

JK on the other side is a famous kpop idol who had just released his new single 'Euphoria' and is celebrating with his long-term girlfriend Lisa. However one night he suddenly receives a text from his long-term crush who he had fallen in love with at first sight. But when he finally opened the message it was something that united his fate with his crush once again.

Will Jungkook confess this time? Will his crush fall in love with him also? Read to find out..

This is an Instagram AU (ie the story proceeds thru texts and Instagram posts )

[irrlicht-writes]

Thanks for tagging! (Imma do it on my actual writing blog y’know)

Honestly, watching me write would probably be pretty boring.

It’s mainly just me typing away on my keyboard, late at night (it must be dark cuz I’ll get interrupted during the day)

You’d also catch me trying to pronounce words I’m not sure how to type properly.

But yeah, I’m pretty quiet during writing so I’d guess it’d be pretty boring *shrug*

(I used to listen to songs with lyrics and I’d sing them but lately that just distracts me so I stopped doing that)

Happy FFWF! Tell us about your "behind-the-scenes" for writing. If we were watching you write, what kinds of things would we see?

okay, first thing, thanks for the ask! second, I'm going to try and keep this short, because if I don't, it might end up an ungodly length, and — yeah.

well, you'd see me on my phone, 98% of the time. on my bed, leaning into some pillows propped against the frame, and absolutely no one else in the room. I think I enjoy writing most when it's just me, because I have this weird habit of needing to try some of the things out, like, say one of them says something that doesn't sound very dialogue-y and I proceed to say it fourteen times trying to figure out why and how I can replace it, xD also when it's just me, I kinda read what I'm typing under my breath as I'm typing it, y'know? (does anyone else do this — cause I just realized I'm even doing it right now, ahahaha, and it might be one of those weird things I never notice cause uhhhhh, self awareness who?)

also, I usually write in a bright room (not exactly natural light though, I'm SORRY but the sun's way too hot around these parts, I hate doing stuff outside unless I absolutely have to, so I'll just have all the lights in my room turned on) with the ac on, no music (don't need any more distractions than what my brain already provides me with, trust me) and an annoying tendency to want to flee to tumblr every time I hit a hurdle.

sometimes I just give in though, and end up discussing my second sentence crisis at length with someone awesome on here — y'all know who you are, so like. shoutout moment for tolerating me? ✊🏼

last of all, and I hate this part, my thumbs often end up randomly sweaty (moist is a better word, but I'm not going to use it, sorry) in the middle of typing long, long stuffs on my phone, so you'd also see me taking mini breaks to wash my hands and/or aggressively wipe them?

and I think that's everything! have a wonderful day <3

this feels kinda different from the usual writer asks which circulate, so I hope it's okay to tag some writer frens ^v^ @studio-hatter @irrlicht-ghostfront @3dg310rdsupreme @chaoticdean @tally-my-words @quicksilver-ships & @piratepen!!

[chrrispine]

Creator Celebration Materlist - Part 1

Here are some of the creators that have been submitted for my celebration so far and the dates that they will be featured on my blog! This is a great list of blogs to follow to support creators on here ✨

@sweatercas - March 19

@holmesemrys - March 19

@seraphlm - March 20

@stevebeyonce - March 20

@emptymeg - March 21

@dreamnovak - March 21

@rainbowscas - March 22

@donestiel - March 22

@casblackfeathers - March 23

@cooloddball - March 23

@castiel-left-his-mark-on-me - March 24

@klinejack - March 24

@winchestergifs - March 25

@chronicpaindean - March 25

@kerleyfries - March 26

@becauseofthebowties - March 26

@winchester-gospels - March 27

@mishha - March 27

@casjpg - March 28

@subbydean - March 28

@alivedean - March 29

@seraphcastiel - March 29

@cacodaemonia - March 30

@winterfrosted - March 30

@casthyelle - March 31

@bluefirecas - March 31

@misha-moose-dean-burger-lover - April 1

@irrlicht-writes - April 1

@wormstacheangel - April 2

@sinnabonka - April 2

@iheartcas - April 3

@mishacollinss - April 3

@starlightcastiel - April 4

@princesscas - April 4

@valleydean - April 5

@bend-me-shape-me - April 5

@winchester-reload - April 6

@obi--wans - April 6

@sourpatchdean - April 7

@subtledean - April 7

@castyel - April 8

@ccstiel - April 8

@deanglrl - April 9

@kougamishinyas - April 9

@huntlikeadumbass - April 10

@chaoticmisha - April 10

@bisexualsam - April 11

@maxguevra - April 11

@liart-ez - April 12

@butterflysist3r - April 12

[irrlicht-writes]

Scrapped part! They were not doing what I wanted.

“Hey, Allie,” he says after a bit, not knowing if Alastor is still awake, “you said you’d been roofied before – was that – I mean – what happened?”

There’s no answer at first and a part of Vox is glad, because he’s unsure if he would like an answer at all.

“I was given a roofie before.”

Well, damn. Also, no shit.

“I mean. I mean, yes. Allie, you know what the fuck I mean.”

Alastor raises his head and his eyes glow brightly in the dark. “Then why do you ask?”

“Because –“ Because he’s stupid, that’s why. Why did he get roofied? By whom? When? Where? What happened? Did someone help him; or was he left alone?

“Are they – whoever did – are they here? Do you know? Because if they are, I –“

Alastor growls, low and threatening. “What, fight my battles for me, utterly unasked? If I need your help, you little worthless picture box, I will let you know. I am not a maiden, desperate for rescue; and you are no knight in polished, worthless armour, looking to save me.”

Before, Vox had moved his hands from Alastor’s hair to his back, but now he brings them to the man’s cheeks, holding his face up.

“But I want to! I’m your boyfriend! I want to protect you, is that really such a terrible thing?!”

Vox grows cold when he feels sharp claws pierce the soft of his belly. He doesn’t dare move, and he hardly even breathes. That’s not how he expected the rest of the night to go, to be honest.

“If I need your help,” Alastor repeats, “I will let you know.”

“You didn’t ask before. With the Pierre guy.”

Alastor’s claws dig deeper. “I’ve told you before, little sheik: sometimes, it is important to hear the things that aren’t said. If you never listen, how will you ever hope to understand? I need no rescuing, from nobody and nothing –“

He’s full of shit. Vox roars and throws Alastor around, slamming him against the wall. The pain stings sharp in his belly, but it’s just pierced flesh, and it will heal quickly. Alastor hits the back of his head and he lets out a short sound of pain but Vox ignores it. If the fucker wants to play, Vox can provide.

“Why are you like this?! It’s okay to fucking admit when you need fucking help! We’re in a fucking relationship, you fucking asshole! Don’t treat me like one of your pets, you miscreant! You act all high and mighty, like you’re the worst thing in every fucking room but newsflash, old-timer, you fucking ain’t! Radio’s been dead for fucking decades and you’re the only one still holding onto it!”

Alastor glowers at him. Vox’s pinning the man to the wall by holding his wrists tightly. Vox is breathing hard, but he’s not going to back down.

“If we were to fight now,” Vox continues, “I would defeat you.”

“Then do it,” Alastor dares him. “Go defeat me. You have me in your grasp, so where’s your victory?”

Before Vox can gather up a response, Alastor melts into the shadows, escaping Vox’s hold, just to materialise behind him again. Vox just stares at the spot on the wall where Alastor’s head was two seconds ago. How did they fucking get here?

He should fucking calm down and figure out what the fuck went wrong. But Alastor never ever says a damn fucking thing, how’s Vox ever supposed to know what the fuck is wrong in his head this time? Vox growls. Alastor is weakest in hand-to-hand-combat, and while Vox himself doesn’t necessarily shine on that front either, he’s still better at it. He whips around quickly, not giving Alastor time to react, and grabs the man by the throat, pushing him down onto the – well, he had the mattress in mind, but he miscalculated their positions, and as such, they both fly off the bed onto the floor. Alastor’s body makes a loud thud noise when he connects to the ground, but it doesn’t seem like he got hurt. Good, that’s good. Vox is upset, not out for blood.

“This isn’t a fucking fight!”

He’s squeezing his fist around Alastor’s neck; and the man is fletching his teeth at him. Why is everything always such a fucking struggle with him?! Sure, Val gets pissy at the most random shit, but if Vox just waves something pretty in his face – flowers, dildos or money – he calms down fast enough. But there’s nothing he could wave at Alastor’s face; and he doesn’t have suicidal sinners on hand either, for fuck’s sake!

“You made it one!”

Oh, Vox wants to bash the man’s head against some concrete, hard. Sure, maybe he initiated this confrontation, but it’s not like Alastor’s a fucking innocent kitten, either. It takes two to have a fucking fight.

“For fuck’s sake! Val would kill for me to be so concerned, and here you are –“

At the mention of Val’s name, Alastor lashes out, jamming his claws into Vox’s arm and tossing him to the side. Alastor is not weak by any means, and due to the surprise, he manages to throw Vox off easily. He doesn’t fall far, but when he gets himself upright again, Alastor is halfway to the door already.

“Now where the fuck are you going?!”

“Why do you care?! Perhaps Pierre is still willing to show me his car!”

“His –? Don’t be fucking ridiculous! He’s – he’s wanted to fucking rape you, you can’t be this daft!”

“So what?! He wouldn’t be the first one!”

Half-kneeling still, Vox goes very quiet. He’s known. Of course he’s known. But it had been – it had been that silent, hidden knowledge; the one that just isn’t true because he wasn’t there to see it and because it was never said, it was never real, even if it was always true.

Alastor has realised his slip, and not knowing what to say, he instead turns away from Vox, but he doesn’t move to the door. He just stands there and – and Vox doesn’t know. He should – say something, but nothing he could say would be good enough. So he stands up slowly and takes a step towards the demon. He’s not going to propose anytime soon anymore but – that doesn’t really matter now.

“Alastor,” Vox says and the man turns further away. “Please.”

“No,” Alastor replies muted, “just forget it. You can stay here; I’ll just take the other room.”

It’s an easy out. It’s an easy out, because that’s what Alastor wants. And Vox longs to take it. That’s not a conversation he’s equipped to handle, but – but who is, really? He takes another step closer and slowly lowers his hand onto the other man’s shoulder. He’s allowed and Vox wants to pull him into his arms, but he refrains from doing so.

“I get scared alone in the dark,” Vox lies, “so I need you to stay with me.”

Alastor turns his head slightly, knowing the lie for what it is. He doesn’t comment on it. Vox puts his other hand on Alastor’s shoulder too, standing close behind him now. “Please,” he repeats simply, not even knowing what he really wants.

“It’s been a long time ago,” Alastor says; his voice sounding monotone. “I don’t want to think or talk about it. Will you forget it, if I ask?”

No. Vox can’t forget this, not after it’s been said.

“No,” he admits truthfully, “but if you want, I will pretend I did. How about in return, you tell me why you talked to Pierre at all?”

Alastor turns around and looks at him. His pupils are still wide. “You kept talking about Valentino,” Alastor confesses then, “I was – getting irritated.”

Jealous, is what he means. He had been jealous. Oh, Vox hopes to ride that high for fucking weeks to come. But not now. Not just right now.

“You could’ve just said, you know?” He dares to remove one hand from his shoulder and gently brushes a finger alongside Alastor’s cheek. He loves doing it; and he loves being allowed to do it.

“Being pathetic is your job, not mine.”

Vox gently pulls the man into an embrace. He doesn’t protest, and Vox breathes out. He had no idea just how tense he’s gotten.

[stories-by-rie]

Happy STS! :D I'm going to make this one a free ramble q. about anything you want! Random OC wip/oc facts, analyses, things you're excited to write, etc.!

Thank you Cilly ^^

Ah I wish I had anything cool to ramble about today! Since I started to earnestly write The Five Senses back in September (I think?) I have been writing non-stop, basically. And now I must admit that I am a little plan-less ^^ I’m floating in a bubble without deadlines, it’s a bit weird. But I am trying to enjoy the break as it is!

I do really want to start TAP 3, very slowly though. The thing is just that I am not sure if the path I am taking for all of it is a good one? So I am a little torn by doubt. I don’t want to start writing it if the overall idea is lacking. Ah it’s all so hard haha xD

But for the sake of happy things, here are some notes and ideas I collected over the past year for In the Land of Twilight (I think you’re unfamiliar with it but just go with it, this is the only rambly stuff I have I’m sorry ^^):

since baby owls sleep on their stomachs, Deucate sleeps on her stomach as well

when Merle wants to lure in humans, she always fails completely because she doesn’t understand what humans want yet. she always promises things that mermaids would like (fish, algae, you get it). so she always repells them.

will-o’-the wisps are living creatures and they are incredibly mischievous! (they’re called Irrlicht in German, which translates more acurately to mistakenly-wander-lights???)

Death is allergic to dragons, which is why dragons are immortal. if you spend a lot of time with dragons, you smell a lot like them and are hence immortal as well

there are gigantic trees and sometimes there are tree fungi that grow like stairs on them, so you can walk up the trees and look over the world

there is a species of trees that have fruit that glow in the night

since Daliah is a forest spirit, she actually has to anchor her soul to her forest, but she gave a bit of it to her shovel (that is still unnamed, sadly), so she could be where the shovel is, and hence can leave her forest. that also means that the shovel is sentient (which is why it deserves a name!)

[irrlicht-ghostfront]

I’m going to write some Hazbin High School today, over @irrlicht-writes

There’s gonna be blood, and kisses.

[misha-moose-dean-burger-lover]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors!

tagged by @nickelkeep! thank you nickel, love you and your writing <3 and here goes!!!

1. Learning to be Me (destiel, wc: 2.4k) - Dean hears a flump from the direction of the bedroom right as he finishes shaving his left cheek. "Cas?"

2. sam winchester's family, circa 2030 (gen*, minor saileen, wc: 1.3k) - There's traits you have that your kids inherit, and traits you have that they don't.

*not romance/pairing focused

3. "I am Dean Winchester's husband." (destiel, wc: 500) - “That’s it.”

4. four more hours (sastiel, wc: 1.3k) - Sam wakes up to a sensation of closeness, warmth, and the unfamiliar feeling of fingers stroking his hair - a combination that would’ve lulled him back to sleep immediately had a voice not interrupted his gentle reverie.

5. will you be my last words? (destiel, wc: 2.6k) - It wasn’t supposed to be this way.

6. right here, right now (destiel, wc: 1.5k) - Dean's pretty sure it all comes down to being Sam's fault.

7. Profound Cravings (destiel, wc: 3.8k) - “Dude.” Sam sounds incredulous, terrified and pissed off at the same time at his end of the line, 'cause Dean’s awesome like that. “Don't make me call Cas.”

8. To the end of the aisle and beyond (saileen, wc: 1.8k) - Most days of the year, Sam's the optimist.

9. through the kitchen window (destiel, wc: 2.4k) - "It's happening."

10. cardigans and a happy ending (destiel, wc: 1.1k) - "Cas?" Dean knocks once and opens the door a little, only enough for him to stick his head through.

11. Peanut Butter Texts (destiel, wc: 1.8k) - Cas isn’t a serial texter.

12. and a very Silent Night to you too (destiel, wc: 1.2k) - “It could be worse.” Sam repeats.

13. Caroling in May (gen, minor destiel, wc: 2.6k) - After Chuck’s defeated, Billie’s gone, and the Empty's been bargained with - semantics, the Winchesters would say if you asked one of them to elaborate - into returning Cas in exchange for eternal sleep, there’s peace.

14. The Fathers, The Son and the Holy Cereal (gen, minor destiel, wc: 741) - Sam had just been going to get a glass of water when he hears a strange sound in the kitchen.

15. a little more yours today (destiel, wc: 750) - Footsteps approach the kitchen, and Dean Winchester turns back to the stove with a widening smile.

16. The Great Elf Tragedy (gen, minor destiel, wc: 1.2k) - “Dude, I swear.”

17. dreamers and dumbasses (destiel, wc: 350) - Dean kisses Castiel with a millionth of the intensity that he marches towards him with, or that pierces through Castiel seeing tears in his eyes.

18. lover taken, lover gone (destiel, wc: 500) - dean's still in room 7B, folded into himself against a wall, when sam and jack find him.

19. somedays he loved us (gen, minor destiel, wc: 1.2k) - Jack’s waiting in the corridor when Dean comes out of room 7B, followed by an exhausted looking Sam.

20. Be Mine, This Quarantine (destiel, wc: 5103, incomplete) - "Dude." Dean scrubs his face with a hand while the other one holds the phone. "I haven't even been able to ask this guy out to dinner, and you're asking me to ask him to go into isolation with me?"

and done! that was really fun actually :D

I'm tagging @irrlicht-ghostfront @friendshapedcastiel @chaoticdean @one-more-offbeat-anthem @seffersonjtarship @wormstacheangel @petrichoravellichor @starrynightdeancas @paper-lilypie @sinnabonka @rambleoncas and @expectingtofly! no pressure, of course :) but I hope you have fun too!

[casbangs]

Sign-Ups Reminder!

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[vinylspinning]

Tangerine Dream: Zeit (1972)

When a total solar eclipse traversed much of the continental United States on August 21, 2017, I realized too late that this would have been a perfect, perfect day to write a VinylSpinning blog about Tangerine Dream’s third LP, 1972’s Zeit.

Uhhhhh, and also a perfect day to watch an ultra-rare total eclipse, of course, and I can tell you it was a truly incredible experience (see some photo evidence above), and I’ll never forget the collective gasp when day turned to night for an unforgettable minute.

Now here I am, exactly five years and one day later, finally coming to grips with this epic, stark, and really quite challenging landmark in ambient space rock, Kraut rock, and proto-electronica, just as it turns 50, and not long after the sad passing of Tangerine Dream’s fellow musical explorer, Klaus Schulze, this past April.

Schulze had already left the group by then (his equally historic solo debut, Irrlicht, arrived the same month, as if to compete directly with it!), so Zeit was in fact the first product of the ‘classic’ Tangerine Dream line-up of Edgar Froese, Christopher Franke, and Peter Baumann.

And an ambitious undertaking it was too: named after the German word for ‘time’ and subtitled ‘Largo in Four Movements’ this double album boasts four, voiceless, percussion-less pieces ranging from sixteen to twenty minutes of bleak, brooding, droning, mystery-filled minimalism.

Whether it’s the haunting, interstellar modulations of “Birth of Liquid Plejades,” the Titanic-sinking bubbling and blaring foghorns of “Nebulous Dawn,” the soothing guitar strums and pulsing time-travel of “Origin of Supernatural Probabilities,” or the title track’s eerie textures and windswept alien terrains, you’ll simply have to pick your poison and take a big swig!

Meaning that you’re gonna need some time to wrap your head around a work that critic Tim Peacock aptly described as “kosmische musik of the spheres” -- none of which should pose a problem if you subscribe to the philosophy that time is actually motionless and exists only in our minds.

(I myself found this philosophy particularly useful when I was ‘afflicted’ with small children.)

Notably, most of these otherworldly sounds were achieved with a now ultra-primitive VCS3 analog synthesizer (pictured overhead), and the Moog that so dominated Tangerine Dream’s best-selling works in years to come was still a novelty, performed here by Florian Fricke of kraut rockers Popol Vuh.

Half a century later, Zeit is considered one of history’s first, fully-realized ambient music records, and its 20,000 units sold were quite unprecedented, no doubt helping Tangerine Dream’s eventual signing to U.K. independent Virgin Records after the next year’s Atem.

So, there you have it: along with a select few space-themed ambient and progressive works of the early ‘70s, Zeit remains about as ideal a soundtrack with which to experience an eclipse, as you’ll ever find -- trust me.

More Tangerine Dream: Phaedra, Rubycon, Stratosfear; plus Klaus Schulze’s Irrlicht.

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[irrlicht-writes]

when I die

when I die, will you weep for me? will I know I was loved far beyond my years?

when I die, will you miss me? will you turn around wanting to tell me a secret?

when I die, will you move on? will you look straight ahead and walk into an ever-brighter future?

when I die, will the birds sing? will the rivers keep flowing and the trees grow ever taller?

when I die, will you catch the spiders for me? will you watch them sit in the corner of the room waiting for them to come close?

when I die, will you forget me? will you one day hear my name and not remember who I am?

when I die,

when I die,

when I die,

I die.