I agree with you, Alan! It's all meant to keep us proverbially 'swimming' in a pool of confusion.  The uncanny leverage game to control the nescient masses! Love the keys, Alan!  Perfection that'd make Miles Davis & Count Basie & countless other jazz musicians take a bow to you!   Your gift for keeping the atmosphere well-lit is evident! Loving what you do is like embracing soothing winds!  Have a stellar week! 💯💯💯💯💯😍🤩

Great playing - love the shifting sounds and styles😎🙏🙏

Thats so great, so amazing great 🙂‍↕️

Yeah, it’s definitely a wild time — feels like the world’s upside down lately. Look out world — Cool Composer in the lab laying down another banger! 🔥🎹

Operation Mockingbird... excellent concept and execution, Alan!

Fun listening, Alan, I'm smiling from ear to ear and bopping 'round!

Wow Alan, absolutely spectacular! Bravo!!

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...

Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER
🎸J I M🎙️: @user-759566380

Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks

Vocal/iIntro&Final text : DelhyA

J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...


La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui ronge

Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide (help!)
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison

Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs là qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui

Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées

La tendresse des coups (quelle tendresse?)

Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage muet… où les vagues d'une mer intérieure contenue se brisent en silence...
———————————————————————————————————
I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...

Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away

And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death

lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly

And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death

the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one

who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death

kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions

The tenderness of blows

I can't let them reach that mute shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

La tendresse des coups (with 🎸JIM🎙️and Régis GAUBERT)

Lyrics & Vocals by FRAWSTAKWA
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa-for-you

Produced by Chief Red Squirrel & Cosmic Keanu
Bass & Trumpet by Cosmic Keanu

Begin To End (FRAWSTAKWA & Cosmic Keanu)

Goodness in you

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Presidential SPCTRMIX (ft. Ryder Official)

Years

'Headlines and Other Distractions' a bright Jazz Fusion track inspired by the ceaseless noise and distraction on what is presented to us as "news". Lies, propaganda and spin. 
Alan
 

Headlines and Other Distractions

Quote Tante Meli: https://soundcloud.com/tante-meli
....something very different - i know :D

DIE GLUT means "the glow" (of fire)
my thoughts behind it were the great good mood when we jumped over almost burned down fires when we were kids. jumping was always a sign of being "brave". although it was never really dangerous ;D

whole translation:
I'M JUMPING OVER THE GLOW
JUST BECAUSE I'M ABLE TO -
I HAVE COURAGE

german:

ICH SPRINGE ÜBER DIE GLUT
WEIL ICH ES KANN
ICH HABE MUT

Die Glut (Dance Remix)

This is the second time I've collaborated with Khan, the first being with her and the percussive brilliance of Tot on "Sunday Afternoon" -

https://soundcloud.com/texmex-shaman/102tms527wav-wav?si=a942ff38963648f287803f324b6030b5


We talked about maybe doing another after that one and I thought it would be cool to hear her on a heavier track, so I sent her this music and she came up with the lyrics and vocal. 



We love Magic - by Khan

Kids caught between magic and real life
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic

It’s same for adults 
I know 
No matter what you look like 
You are angel

Kids caught between magic and real life
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic

Kids caught between magic and real life
Just drifting no where to go
Kids love magic
It’s same for adults 
I know 
No matter what you look like 
You are angel

We Love Magic - w/ Khan

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man 

Listen to Little Man: @user-474544459

The picture is my mothers dog ❤️
Update 4 October: He passed away 2 October.. Rest in peace, little friend ❤️

Lyrics:

Every time I came to visit
You danced around my feet
Made happy noises, barked a song
Lots of cuddles, lots of love

You are my friend, like a brother to me
We could talk, have long good walks
Always faithful, with trust in us
So much comfort in my mothers dog

But now you're tired, you need to rest
I know you did you're very best
I will carry you on our last walk
My little brother, my mothers dog

If I was sad, you licked my hand
could always sense and understand
Whenever something was bad or wrong
You were there, your presence so strong

Take a rest now, my brother, my friend
I'm pretty sure I'll meet you again
Then we'll take a long good walk
Lots of cuddles, lots of love

But now you're tired, you need to rest
I know you did you're very best
I will carry you on our last walk
My little brother, my mothers dog

My Mothers Dog

Journey To Phobos (432Hz)

Still in Rio Noir Forever Jazz Club

PLEASE STOP SENDING ME OFFERS OF MUSIC PROMOTION.
 
AI is not an option I use or intend to in the future. All of my music is composed, played and produced using the following equipment:
Cubase 14 Pro on Windows PC
Arturia instruments (full suite) some FX
Native Instruments - Instruments and FX
Toontracks -Superior Drummer 3 and Percussion
Korg Triton Synth
Roland RD800 Piano
Native Instruments - Komplete Control S49 and S61 keyboards
Icon Mixing desk
Yamaha & KRK active monitors
Congas and various  LA percussion instruments.
Various String libraries including: Spitfire/ IK Multimedia/labs/Orchestral Tools and The Crowhill Co.
Orange Tree Samples - Guitars and Flute
Musiclabs Guitars
Spectrasonics Trilian Basses
Soundpaint: Strings/Brass/Wind/Guitars/Percussion/ and a multitude of other things.
Various FX from a multitude of companies.
Various Programs from the Spitfire Original range
My trusted "Drum Stool"
Fridge (for Guinness)!!!!



Now retired from a life 'on the road' as a freelance keyboard player, I compose and record in my home studio, situated in the Carrick Hills in Southern Scotland. My music is mainly instrumental in nature and is a reflection of my life experience, sometimes real and sometimes imagined.
My influences are many and I have quite probably been shaped by listening to the very many "giants" of music, both players and composers. From classical to contemporary jazz and everything in between. My main instrument is the keyboard, whether that be piano, organ or synth. But I also play banjo, flute and percussion. I have a special relationship'with bass, whether upright or electric and use virtual and synth basses from numerous sources, but mainly Trilian by Spectrasonics.


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