It s a song for my beloved cats:)

Verse 1

Night just slips away
And the morning comes the sun awakes

I want you to stay
But you close your eyes and drift away

I can feel
I can see
I know what s behind the curtain

I believe 
We can live in harmony

I feel free 
When you re near
We will always be together

Please

Believe me

Chorus

When you call my name 
I ll be by your side
Everything will be alright

No more tears to cry
No more fears to fight
Everything will be alright

Call my name
When you
Call my name

Call my name
When you
Call my name

Verse 2

Rain begins to fall
And the night is falling over me

Darkness takes control
I wish you were here close to me

Chorus

When you call my name 
I ll be by your side
Everything will be alright

No more tears to cry
No more fears to fight
Everything will be alright

Call my name
When you
Call my name

Call my name
When you
Call my name


Bridge

When you call my name 
I will be there for you each day
All your worries then will not matter

If you call my name 
I promise I will find a way
I will change your life for the better

I say

Chorus

When you call my name 
I ll be by your side
Everything will be alright

No more tears to cry
No more fears to fight
Everything will be alright

Call my name
When you
Call my name

Call my name
When you
Call my name

Call My Name

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
_______________________

Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
_________
Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

Some notes loosely devoted to the idea of eternal recurrence and return. Jazz rock fusion instrumental.

Cosmic Deja Vu

'Moving Into New Territory' is a collaboration with Karin-Maria Brunner. This however is my version of the track and is not quite the same as the one on Karin-Maria's Album 'Jazztastic'
Alan Hamilton: Keys, Drum and Percussion programming, Bass, Strings, Brass, Wind and Guitar, Production
Karin-Maria Brunner: Original Concept, Drum programming, Keys, Organ, Bass.
https://soundcloud.com/user-53145152-479345033

Thanking Karin-Maria for inviting me to Collab on the track and wishing her every success with her Album 'Jazztastic'.

Moving Into New Territories

Moving Into New Territory with Karin-Maria Brunner

DAGDA // When the father of the Celtic gods drops by ...
@docfritz // Composition, Arrangement, Soundscapes, Drums, Artwork, Mix & Production
@toni-fatu // all extraterrestrial guitars
© 2024 | OESJ | ORCHESTRA OF ELECTRIC SPACEJAZZ

DAGDA (feat. ToNi FaTu)

Heart riding the thermals...this was a meditation, of sorts, a spontaneous expression of the Heart on May 4, 2024

Comme Ca (Flying Heart Mix)

Jericho

1) Composed by Johann G. Ebeling (1637-1676)
Soprano & Tenor unison Duo.

2) Composed by Jacob Van Eyck  (1590-1657)
(Soprano Recorder & Fx solo).

 AI image art.


All my heart this night rejoices / Preludium of Voorspel.

Aural Trigonometry

A smooth, feel-good mix of jazz grooves and funky rhythms. Bright, melodic, and full of motion, this album brings a stylish late-night energy perfect for chilling, driving, or setting the groove for the day.

Thirteen

Rüzgarlı İskele (Windy Pier)

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.


https://music.apple.com/us/artist/alan-hamilton/119498445/see-all?section=full-albums
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2j38dJ8YVPX2nVQcUjaAYx
https://music.apple.com/us/album/time-travel-and-other-journeys/1651782098