Nice groove from a jam…
…with Leon Carter on the drums, Dave Toolan and Charlie Villiers on the guitars, and myself on the bass and singing.

The lyrics are some excerpts from this rambling notepad poem I wrote;

Your Soul

So, how do you see your soul?
Can you put it into words?
A spoonful of honey from the gods?
Or a germ? or a thirst?
Is your soul a magic bean inside a biscuit tin?
Or a ‘pass the parcel’ mystery delight, waiting deep within?
Or simply a church candle flickering in the night?
Or is it like a mint imperial; round, smooth and white?
Is it wrapped in paper, hidden in a drawer?
Or more like a snowdrop on the forest floor?
Perhaps a shiny pearl inside an oyster shell…
Or the piece of grit at the centre of the pearl?!
Or is it a lotus flower in the middle of the pond?
A golden nugget, a lightbulb, or a daisy?
Treasure, buried beneath a giant redwood tree?
Is it a tea-light in an old jam jar, on the bookshelf?
Is it the water in a glass, or the glass itself?
A penny in a pudding or a fountain in a square?
The cherry on the bun? … or do you think there’s nothing there?

And does it remain constant, or how does it change?
Does it tarnish? Does it spoil?
Does it rust? Does it stain?
Does it radiate and deplete?
Could it be your body heat?
Does it mature like wine, or does it grow?
Or does it dim and diminish, does it corrode?
Is it impervious and unwavering?
Is it needy and long suffering? 
Is it passive and detached?
Or does it get dented and scratched?

Does it start out as a blank canvas, onto which you paint?
Does it get corrupted, when once it was a saint?
A block of marble you chisel and carve,
Into a marvellous work of art?
Or a fire ignited by a heavenly spark?
To sometimes smoulder and sometimes blaze?
Does it age, over the years, just like a face?
Does it feed on love received?
And wither if deprived?
Needing just a splash of water or a hug to be revived?

Do we all have the same soul?
‘A universal soul’ shared out within us all?

The same life-force, pure at the core
Of every singer, nurse, salesman, junky, tourist, whore?
Every Christian, Muslim, Jew, and Buddhist…
Pagan, Sikh, Scientologist, and Druid?
Every pusher, every addict
Every guard, and every convict?

Even every chicken, and even every fox?
Even the sewer rats and the sparrow-hawks?
And the ants and the plants?
What about the worms and the germs?

Could our deepest inner-selves 
All be one and the same?
If I had lived 
The life you’ve lived
Would I be just the same?

Careful as you choose your metaphor
Your essence to describe
You can make yourself believe anything
You’ll believe your own lies

Words in jest or bravado, or in false modesty
May cast the dye, and shape your mould
When your story is being told…

So how do you see your soul?
Answers please, in the comments below?!

Your Soul

recorded on June 3rd, 2024, in Tiohtià:ke (Montréal)

enclosed empty parking lot at the Olympic site

Stade - Stationnement 1 (Raw)

I was inspired by Stranger Things and created my own theme for Vecna

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Blue Planet

Adrian Tchaikovsky imagines a sentient viral culture keen to explore any lifeform it encounters (via infection) to satify its insatiable curiosity about the universe - initially with disastrous results.  I found the unattributed image on Pinterest.

Viral Estate

This is a very youthful song (1980), a fabulous love story between the wind and the moon (almost a children's song, in essence). The melody has never changed, despite the many versions I have produced over the years. This is the latest, and from a few years ago; recording's quality is not professional, voices are often misaligned, but I don't want redo from the start, then only added vocal samples to improve a little on the too sparse arrangement that was there.

ENGLISH LYRICS

He had velvet eyes
and a cardboard backpack
and a mask found
in the eye of the storm
his hat was yellowed
his lips a little faded
but like a flower in her buttonhole
he placed her among the favourites

His hundred years she carried them
without the help of a cane
with the regret of a true love
that was fled away on a kite
and just as the day was ending
and in the shadows he dreamt of the past
he heard a voice dancing around
to his thoughts and was awakened
He looked for the light that danced above
Then he saw her and was dazzled

From a cloud of tar
she had leaned out to gaze
the wonders of her realm
a star to embroider
she was already walking by his side
and then blissfully lay down
he for an hour stood beside her
and she finally surrendered to him

An unexpected chance
her hair to skim
he made himself strong and then disheveled
convinced her to let go
or what does it matter if he was laboring
to stand there without breathing
was a night that passed
without oceans to cross
was a night that passed
without sands to lift

And he felt already far away
like a thief from his prison
when he saw in her hand
the design of a kite
And already he shouted
‘no stay still don't fly away
don't run away as you did then’
and the fear or melancholy
of having to say goodbye again
and the sadness or melancholy
of feeling hurt again

And he was wounded in his pride
When he saw her sunset
He thought that everything was a big hoax
And he had to put up with it
so he resumed his way
with that sea mask
the next evening he did not expect
to see her return

and he thought it was just
a seasonal joke
or a dummy in the fog
after a shower of soap
but it is said that she was beautiful
maybe because she was in love
And now that the wind has risen
she still hasn't changed

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Lyrics and music by Michele Ansani (1980).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, August 25.

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