Great music, singin and extraordinary trumpet!

How cool is this track! Vocals, trumpet, arrangement all great!

 I see Annie Smart on my recommendations I press the “like” button.. another great one 

As Fate Would Have It

The world through the eyes of one who wears synthetic pants. Or whose refusal to wear them is absolute. But not one who's conflicted on the matter.

Admiral Krank- rhythm guitar, lead guitar, random inoffensive noises 
Vice Commandant Dubois- synth, bass, guitar
Mo Sheen- drums

Composed by Admiral Krank 

Fish Gut Hot Dogs (Regular Fish Guts)

"Slow down"
A new single by Jude with Lemonade...

Thanks to Lemonade for her beautiful voice,
her vocal performance!!! and her lyrics.

Music: Jude
Lyrics: Lemonade
Synth, Piano & Keyboards: Jude
Sampled Drums
Production: Rabbits Recording Studio

Slow down

Prelude for flute and piano
Ksenia Zvereva (flute)
Alina Mukhametrakhimova (piano)

Lighthouse

It’s such a treat to have Andrew join me here with his beautiful trumpet playing. He is such an incredible musician. Very lovely to share our second collaboration on here. Big thank you to Sander for mastering this for me... 😊🎶🎺
@user-605559559 for more of Andrew’s gorgeous music and playing! 🎺

DON’T FALL FOR ME (gorgeous trumpet By Andrew Morley)

Voodoo Beach Nights - MMXX

Loose improvisation on a Burns SSJ guitar with various effects and an Eastwood electric mandolin.

Traversal of Fortunes

Track taken from the short movie made for the first F(r)esta Festival this July 2020 Festival.
Faixa tirada do curta feito pro primeiro F(r)esta Festival de julho 2020. O vídeo pode ser visto na íntegra no link / The video can be seen in full here: https://youtu.be/e8HpyuYWh8M

Fluxo (2020)

Homicide at the Clackamas County Fair

written, arranged, produced and recorded by Mahan Mahan @ Pahlavi Sound Studios in Los Angeles, CA, USA 10/2020

Homicide at the Clackamas County Fair

Marco Lucchi : piano

2 dicembre 2020

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It is necessary now that I should tell what manner of man I am. My name, it matters not, nor any other outward detail particular to me. Of my character aught must be said.

The whole constitution of my spirit is one of hesitancy and of doubt. Nothing is or can be positive to me; all things oscillate round me, and I with them, an uncertainty unto myself. All for me is incoherence and change. All is mystery and all is meaning. All things are «unknown» symbolic of the Unknown. Consequently horror, mystery, over-intelligent fear.

By my own natural tendencies, by the surroundings of my earliest life, by the influence of studies undertaken under the impulse of them (these very tendencies), by all this I am of the internal species of character, self-centred, mute, not self-sufficing but self-lost. All my life has been one of passiveness and of dream. All my character consists in the hatred, in the horror of, in the incapacity pervading all that is me, physically and mentally, for decisive acts, for definite thoughts. I had never a resolution born of a self-command, never an external betraying of a conscious will. My writings were none of them finished; new thoughts intruded ever, extraordinary, inexcludable associations of ideas bearing infinity for term. I cannot prevent my thought's hatred of finish; about a single thing ten thousand thoughts, and tenthousand inter-associations of these ten thousand thoughts arise, and I have no will to eliminate or to arrest these, nor to gather them into one central thought, where their unimportant but associated details may be lost. They pass in me;

they are not my thoughts, but thoughts that pass through me. I do not ponder, I dream; I am not inspired, I rave. I can paint, but I have never painted; I can compose music, but I have never composed. Strange conceptions in three arts, lovely strokes of imagining caress my brain; but I let them slumber there till they die, for I have not power to give them their body, to make them things of the world outside.

My character of mind is such that I hate the beginnings and the ends of things, for they are definite points. The idea of a solution being found for problems the highest, the noblest, of science, of philosophy, afflicts me; that aught might be determined of God or of the world horrorizes me. That things of most moment should be accomplished, that men should one day all be happy, that a solution might be found to the ills of society, even in its conception maddens me. Yet I am not evil nor cruel; I am mad and that as it is difficult to conceive.

Though I have been a reader voracious and ardent, yet I remember no book that I have read, so far were my reading states of my own mind, dreams of my own, nay, provocations of dreams. My very memory of events, of external things is vague, more than incoherent. I shudder to think how little I have in mind of what my past life has been. I, the man who holds that today is a dream, am less than a thing of today.

Fernando Pessoa (originally written in English)

piano patterns n°14

Still breathing and noticed the lights on, for how long?
Am I cheating? I'm trying to hold on and be strong
Is it worth it? At least I have achieved, or so I believe
Does my face fit? And when I finally leave who will grieve?

CHORUS
And this world is not tall enough for me
Because I'm growing taller
And this world is not aware enough for me
The blind have built their wall up

I'm toppling, sat on the edge of the world as abuse is hurled
I'm warmer, never once challenged the top of the bill but still chilled

CHORUS

The Blind Have Built Their Wall

A female composer, singer, musician, pianist, piano teacher, choir leader (Heart of Scotland choir), song writer living in Bonnie Scotland! I have grade 8 piano with distinction and an LTCL piano diploma. On band camp too! 
I also have a duo with the wonderful @wane-of-summer
Follow us @user-949559825 (Passion Arcade) 💕
I teach online piano and singing via video if anyone is interested just message me!

DON’T FALL FOR ME (gorgeous trumpet By Andrew Morley)

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