Song for Grand

A fresh new day that begins with a lovely sunrise

Easy Day

Stumble

Song by Esteban de Sanlucar
Arranged by Benjamin Barrile

credits
from Esperando el alba
Guitars: Benjamin Barrile
Percussion: Rosendo “Chendy” León
Palmas: Rosendo “Chendy” León, Carmen Romero Double bass: Dustin Shaskin
Flamenco dance: Carmen Romero
Violins & strings arrangement: Jessica Hana Deutsch

Esperando el alba

Perfil Flamenco (zapateado)

"My Tango" composed by LINIR OR

Gabillard Laurent CHARLESTON ( Paradélik W2G SWING 2020 )
PERFORMANCE LIVE.10 PUSH2 ABLETON 


https://soundcloud.com/gabillardlaurent/gabillard-laurent-charleston-paradelik-w2g-swing-2020

CHARLESTON (Paradelik W2G SWING)

Gabillard Laurent - CHARLESTON ( Paradélik W2G SWING  )

Wilderness

Ramblin Fever

I am currently collaborating with artist and photographer Helena Whitten and this is the first fruit of our work together.

Helena uses the technique of slow-shutter exposure to capture the beauty and fragility of life in unexpected places. In her own words, "When the shutter on a camera is left open, there is the opportunity to capture a substantial segment of time. The action is then trapped in a two-dimensional image and can be viewed in its entirety, in an instant. The shutter rises like the curtain on a stage. A drama is played out and then the curtain falls. In that time, I see an opportunity to tell a story."

"The events and figures are almost living and breathing, they want to persist in the present and into the future. But the paradox of slow-shutter work is that these figures, with their disappearing arms, legs and heads, inescapably become ethereal and ghostlike, barely there and slipping away.

This photograph was taken at Hestercombe House and is titled, "Beyond the Frame".

To see more of Helena's stunning photography and our collaboration, follow our Instagram accounts:

https://www.instagram.com/helewhitty/
https://www.instagram.com/giftsfromcrows/

Beyond The Frame

Tom proposed a remix version - in fact, a collab remix created in agreement - of my recent composition Nostalgia, on SoundCloud since 18 August 2020, https://soundcloud.com/alexander-mihailov-96713983/nostalgia (track in Tender Snow, a work-in-progress album), which I am now glad to present. We gratefully acknowledge the use of vocal samples from "MAGIX 2020, nouveaux sons et voix" from Tom's archive. The SoundCloud page of Tom, https://soundcloud.com/user-675973110, provides access to his own fascinating tracks. Do visit his page and enjoy his music!

Artwork cover based on an image provided by Tom annotated by Alex M (in Preview) and saved in its final version on 6 September 2020.

Collab Remix completed on 5 September 2020 (with final mix and recording in MAGIX by Tom, in coordination with Alex M), and posted on SoundCloud on 6 September 2020 (by Alex M).

Thank you so much, Tom !

Duration: 7:58 minutes

Ностальгия - Alex M & Tom Collab Remix

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

I have always admired music, of diverse styles. Like most of us, I have tried learning to play a few instruments at a basic level in my teenage. But it is only now, in the 21st century, that modern software allows anyone to fool around being the composer, the designer of a whole composition, simpler or more complex, organising together the parts of the various instruments - and to hear the results of this experimentation or inspiration instantly! That is how I have recently begun enjoying the distraction of attempts at composing during my leisure, discovering an amazing dimension of life, and art, perhaps the most intangible, heightening and hypnotising one, and the closest to the soul... (21 August 2017) ... Forgot to mention: music is for sharing - that's why we are all here! (4 September 2017)