Almost on a daily basis I am told by one Soundcloud user after another that my music is crap, that I have zero talent....what do you think? Are they right, or is it a case of sour grapes?

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IL ME MANQUE LES MOTS

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Pas connu à ce jour
Si je dois tout vous dire.
Des aventures j’ai eu
Comme tous et comme chacun,
Quelques unes vécues,
Mais sans de lendemain.

Les images qu’on se donne,
Les rêves qu’on se fait,
Quand on ne trouve personne
Se terminent en regrets.
On fait « sans » comme on dit
A pleurer dans un coin,
On parle avec l’ennui
Car c’est lui qui nous tient.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
N’est pas venu mon tour,
Etre aimé par désir.
Ce destin pas croisé
Est-ce que je l’ai voulu ?
Ou m’a-t-il échappé
Sans l’avoir aperçu !

Alors je pense à tout,
Je pleure dans mon silence.
Je vous regarde vous,
Un peu moi quand j’y pense.
Toutes ses mains qui se tiennent,
Ces baisers échangés,
Bien seul avec mes peines,
Je retourne à rêver.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Je meurs de jour en jour
Pas besoin de le dire.
Je m’accroche à l’espoir
Pour qu’on vienne me chercher,
Continuer à y croire
Pourra- t’il me sauver ?

Les belles histoires d’amour
Je ne sais pas écrire,
Mes « donner » sans retour
M’aiderons à mourir.
Car ces histoires d’amour
Qui ne m’ont pas trouvées,
Finiront bien un jour
Par me faire m’en aller.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

Il me manque les mots,
Ceux qu’on a dans le cœur,
Et qui nous donne chaud
Quant on vit le bonheur.

I MISS THE WORDS

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
Not known to date
If I have to tell you everything.
Adventures I had
Like everyone, like everyone
Some lived,
But without tomorrow.

The images we give ourselves,
The dreams we have,
When we can not find anyone
End in regret.
We do "without" as we say
To cry in a corner,
We talk with boredom
Because it is he who holds us.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
Did not come my turn,
To be loved by desire.
This destiny not crossed
Did I want it?
Or did he escape me
Without having seen it!

So I think of everything,
I cry in my silence.
I look at you,
A little me when I think about it.
All his hands standing,
These kissing exchanged,
Well alone with my sorrows,
I go back to dreaming.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
I die from day to day
No need to say it.
I cling to hope
To be picked up,
Continue to believe
Can he save me?

Beautiful love stories
I do not know how to write,
My "give" without return
Will help me to die.
Because these love stories
Who did not find me,
Will finish well one day
To make me go.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

I miss the words,
Those who are in the heart,
And that gives us warm
When we live happiness.

IL ME MANQUE LES MOTS (Le manque d'amour)

Like a lot of us these days, I have some extra hours on my hands. While looking to amuse myself at this most unamusing time, I made this. I hope it cheers you, too, and provides a few minutes pleasure. That is all it is for.

This music is also my version of whistling past the graveyard. One of many versions.

Please stay healthy. And let us be strong, and pick each other up when one of us is down.

Lockdown Cocktail

Ce moment délicieux qui suspend le temps... un slow avec la personne espérée.
Une collaboration avec Tom Régnier déjà publiée,  mais que j'ai souhaité Remixer  ( une version avec l'orchestration + présente )  Merci à Tom pour sa confiance  @tom-r-gnier
Tom Régnier ( composition et interprétation piano solo )
Pascal Basso ( arrangements, orchestration, mixage )                                       This delicious moment that suspends time ... a slow with the person you hope.
A collaboration with Tom Régnier already published, but which I wanted to Remix (a version with orchestration + present) Thank you to Tom for his trust @ tom-r-gnier
Tom Régnier (composition and solo piano interpretation)
Pascal Basso (arrangements, orchestration, mixing)

Letting Go 🎈 ( Tom Régnier .  prod pb  Remix )

Spaces - Single

Spaces

One of the few tunes I play bass guitar on.

TEARS OF REMINISCENCE
FLOOD HER CHILD-LIKE EYES
AND FROM…THE FAR-FLUNG CORNERS
OF HER MULTI-PERSON MIND…

BREAK

WAVES OF SWEET SENSATION
EBB AND FLOW LIKE RADIATION
CARESSING EVERY NERVE AND FIBRE
WARMING THE COCKLES OF YOUR HEART

AND YOU CAN FEEL THE SOFT WARMTH OF HER LIPS
AS SHE GENTLY KISSES YOUR FINGERTIPS
AND AS SHE RUNS HER FINGERS THROUGH YOUR HAIR
YOU WISH THIS DREAM WOULD LAST FOREVER

YOU STOOD THERE IRRESOLUTE
WHILE SHE WAS SO SPECIALISED
SHE WAS DRIFTING AWAY FROM YOU
THOUGH YOU WERE NOWHERE IN SIGHT

TEARS OF REMINISCENCE (recorded 1975)

Clairvoyance

Nothing is easy in our COVID 2020.  But we must all do our part.  That means masks, washing hands, social distancing...and voting.  Lives are depending on it.

Do your part...for the world

Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares

Do Your Part

Porcupine

DON'T JUST LIKE, LISTEN; DON'T JUST LISTEN, COMMENT; DON'T JUST COMMENT, SHARE!
I don't respond to musicians that just add numbers, and i don't respond to musicians that just click the like button, because it doesn't prove they actually listened.

It is a myth that unsigned music equals inferior music; the only way we can blow that myth out of the water is to do it together!
DON'T JUST LIKE, LISTEN; DON'T JUST LISTEN, COMMENT! And support musicians that support you!

MY TUNES ARE ALL ABOUT CREATING ON THE FLY; NO COOKBOOK, NO RULES, NO PREPARATION, NO PLAN; IT JUST HAPPENS!

FORMULA THINKING AND BOUNDARIES PUT EXTREME LIMITATIONS ON THE CREATIVE PROCESS; TRUE ART CAN NOT BE PRODUCED WITHIN A RESTRICTED SPACE!

I DON'T BREAK DOWN BOUNDARIES, BECAUSE THERE WERE NO BOUNDARIES IN MY WORLD TO BEGIN WITH!

MUSIC MUST CONTINUE TO EVOLVE, AND THE ECLECTIC APPROACH IS NOW THE ONLY WAY FORWARD, BECAUSE INDIVIDUAL GENRES HAVE BEEN EXHAUSTED!

CREATING WITHIN A SINGLE GENRE, THEREFORE, RESULTS IN REGURGITATION, REPETITION, AND MEDIOCRITY!

And way too much emphasis is placed on production value; actual creativity and diversity are taking a back seat! Inventive lyrics also rarely get the credit they deserve. This indifference to the talents that actually set musicians apart plays into the hands of a money-minded music industry, signing our own death warrants!

SUPPORT: I’ll show you mine if you show me yours!!! FAIR EXCHANGE!
FAIR EXCHANGE: Listen 4 Listen, Comment 4 Comment, Share 4 Share!

Almost on a daily basis I am told by one Soundcloud user after another that my music is crap, that I have zero talent....what do you think? Are they right, or is it a case of sour grapes? And do you think I take it to heart :) No! What's heartbreaking for all of us is....WHEN NO ONE LISTENS!

SECOND COMING OF THE CHAMELEON OF POP: THE MAN WHO BOUGHT THE WORLD instrumentals

SEVERAL MUSICIANS HAVE SUGGESTED I'M A IN A GENRE OF MY OWN, WHICH HAS TO BE THE ULTIMATE ACHIEVEMENT FOR A MUSICIAN!

MY APPROACH HAS ALWAYS BEEN, LET WHATEVER WANTS TO COME OUT, COME OUT; NO PLAN, NO BOUNDARIES, NO FORMULA, AND ON THE FLY! 

With so many people making music--literally tens of millions--there is a serious overcrowding problem, creating a wall of white noise; to stand out from that background, a musician must bring something very different to the table :)

HOPE THE DAY EVENTUALLY ARRIVES WHEN INNOVATION ONCE AGAIN REPLACES REGURGITATION, BUT, IN THE MEANTIME, IMITATION AND REGURGITATION CONTINUES TO GRAB THE AUDIENCE, WHICH IS BAD NEWS FOR THOSE OF US WHO INJECT OUR REAL PERSONALITIES INTO OUR TUNES :)

I COME FROM ONE OF THE MOST INSIGNIFICANT PLACES ON THE PLANET, CREWE! NO BAND OR MUSIC, OR ANY ARTIST REPRESENTING ANY OF THE ARTS, OF ANY SIGNIFICANCE EVER CAME FROM CREWE, AND I KIND OF LIKE THAT; A CREATIVE GIANT EVOLVING FROM A TOTALLY STERILE ENVIRONMENT :)

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