A Flash of Lightning, Behind a Mountain

Why Do You Read My Dear, When My Heart Bleeds With Fear

L'histoire continue ! 
The story goes on - - - - - - - 
EN speakers : see translated video here 

https://youtu.be/8gjJde2jWK4?feature=shared

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Histoire d'une invention  - chap. 6 : L'atelier

lyrics/melody/guitars/bass-purpleclaire
drums/bass mix/master/production -https://soundcloud.com/metrocityrecords

I can see the world around 
locked in silence not a sound
to say i love you would be cruel
you stand there staring at me 
like a fool
i love you hate you feel you come inside you 
squeeze you tell the world youve died youve
run youve fled to the unknown
i turn you to stone ..i turn you to stone

something breaks inside my head
feel the snap.
cuts me down ...
inside i ache for something new
all this time i bleed for you

i stone you bruise you 
make me want to use you 
burn you freeze you fuck you kill you
crying into the unkown
i turn you to stone

im not drowning 
im just drinking 
im sleepwalking
did you think youd be the one...to wake me
did you think youd be the one to wake me up?

Sleepwalking- purpleclairexHOBOCOP

We all like to wreck our own tone from time to time!
Here my wrecker of choice is ye olde Kaoss pad, manipulated while playing the guitar in real time.
Guitar used was the red Vibracel single pickup guitar in cover pic. Bass was a Yamaha 5 string.

Bill Boethius: guitar, bass, drum machine

Composed, performed & produced by Bill Boethius

Tone Wrecker Blues

Days to Nights

Lyrics by Michele Ansani and Joe Stroffolino
Music by Joe Stroffolino (https://soundcloud.com/joseph-stroffolino)

I proposed the lyrics to Joe, who did a great job improving the metrics and adding parts and, of course, writing the music and then singing and producing the song. Thank you, Joe!

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When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play the Beatles, I learned the Bob Dylan songs
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune
So bad that sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers
But I continued to play
And the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft

But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics,
you push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will like your songs because they’re danceable.

AI is generative and like the sleep of reason generates monsters
And like the sleep of reason generates monsters
the sleep of reason generates monsters

When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure
And a catchy vibe and beat
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine
I had a steady paycheck that could feed me
And the record companies didn’t need me
In my fifties once again my musical juices started flowing
I bought the necessary equipment
I was eager to get going
I recorded all my strumming and saved it onto my PC
The internet and technology were advancing rapidly
I took those special songs I’d written of which I was most proud
Posted them on Instagram, You Tube, Tik Tok and SoundCloud
I asked myself if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around
Does it make a sound?

And now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same
damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics,
your push a few buttons let the AI choose
And people will like your songs because they’re danceable.

AI is generative, and like the sleep of reason generates monsters
And like the sleep of reason generates monsters
the sleep of reason generates monsters

AI sucks song [Michele Ansani - Joe Stroffolino] **

Cast of Characters:

Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – foundational acoustic and electric guitars, distorted electric guitar, and the seed idea

Mistermark – @user-432503709 – Mark – vocals, lyrics, high organ, toy piano, percussion, sound effects, production, editing, mix

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– 5-string banjo solo, electric guitar

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- low organ, piano, synth flute, sound effects

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, percussion 

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – 4-string fretless bass

Composition – The Eclectic Collective

This song began its life as a hauntingly exquisite guitar chord progression that Tez came up with and shared with the rest of us. He also stacked a couple of other guitar tracks in there for good measure. 

Ken was first up, adding his drums, then later his pots and pans percussion. As he was doing that, Josh was coming up with his bass line, and they did their little dance of back and forth until the rhythm section was set. 

Mark came in around the same time, though, and added his unique, Waitsian vocals with the lyrics that he wrote for it, too. He also added some really amazing organ parts, a toy piano which you can hear right after the banjo solo, and percussion that add a solid foundation for his voice and add magic throughout the song. 

Stephen followed shortly after with the big stroke guitar chords, and also came up with the amazing banjo solo you hear in there, too. Last, but not least, JJ came in with his organ and electric piano to seal the deal with the melodies and ambience. Then he and Mark added the cool sound effects you hear throughout, too.

  Every great song needs a great producer, and Mark filled the duty on this one. He has proved himself to be a masterful editor, producer, and mixer, and we are lucky to have him as part of the team.

  This one is an homage to Tom Waits in a deliberate way. We're all big fans, and tried to do something in his unique style. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it.
 
Original lyrics by Mistermark:
I got something hidden in my closet 
that I don’t want you to see 
A little like a shady deposit
And it’s bound to incriminate me

Well now some might call it a skeleton 
Like a raincoat filled with bones
See I been hangin’ it there since I don’t know when
And I just can’t leave it alone

Me and Bill rolling bones in a gambling hall 
I threw snake eyes but Bill counted three
I took his accusation just a little too far 
Then everybody went quiet as they stared at me

Now the finger bone’s connected to the trigger
And the hand bone’s connected to me
And every day my secret’s gettin’ bigger
Soon enough I’ll be swinging from a tree

Coz I got something hidden in my closet 
that I don’t want you to see 
I done made a shady deposit
And it’s bound to incriminate me

Well now some might call it a skeleton 
Like a raincoat filled with bones
See I been hiding it there since I don’t know when
And I just can’t leave it alone
(repeat)

Bones - (Eclectic Collective)

Part of Inktober 2024 to color my drawing with some music.

Inktober 2024 01.Backpack -Valentino


Lyrics:
I had binoculars so fine,
To watch the birds, they were divine.
But feathered friends, with mischief keen,...

Stole them away, a birdy scene.
They built their nest, up in the tree,
And hid my glasses, wild and free.
Now I can't see the birds so clear,
My feathered thieves, it's quite unfair.


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From the Inktober 2024 drawing challenge I add some musical colors to the drawings. Each day of October a new drawing needs to be created and posted. see my playlist “Inktober 2024 short tracks”


Inktober 2024 05.Binoculars-Valentino

Salvation To Sanity

Escaping The Spirits Of Darkness

尾崎紀世彦 - また逢う日まで (cover)

Caerffili based Celtic/Pagan/Folk/Rock musician, solo, or sometimes with Osian and Windfucker.
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Why Do You Read My Dear, When My Heart Bleeds With Fear

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