Perfect title. I like the way it develops, and changes in harmonic character. And produced very well indeed.

Spooky dreamy and strangely emotional, love it.

Daily Drops

Tricksters triumph over the serpant and eat good.

Swamp Rabbits

In 1960, Chicago-based Chess Records released a single that became one of the most influential and much-covered recordings in its catalogue. It was called “Spoonful” and was delivered by a singer who, at six feet three inches tall was an imposing figure of a man. His voice, a booming sepulchral bellow that was akin, perhaps, to a volcanic eruption from hell, was even more remarkable. Though he was baptized Chester Burnett, the singer from White Station, Mississippi, called himself Howlin’ Wolf (1910-76), and both his name and his sound were unforgettable.

Guitar by Gideon, and while I don't measure up to Howlin' Wolf's raw, genius, fantastic original, we hope you'll enjoy our take on this song.

Spoonful (Willie Dixon / Howlin' Wolf - Giddy & Rob Jam)

This is the first of many awesome collaborations that is going to come out of the great friendship that I’ve built with FreeNotFree. Such a fun song to work on, I really had a blast with this one. I just love creating and writing music and it is so amazing to have the opportunity to work with other amazingly talented musicians.
 Hope you all enjoyed as much as we enjoyed making it. Thank you for stopping by and listening. Let us know what you thought in the comments. Drop a like and a repost. Keep your head up and keep your heart up and boogie on!

Carbon Black - FreeNotFree and Professor ECS

Christmas comes once a year. 
It’s a time of happiness and cheer and it’s also the one day that Uncle Lou gets to use his electric knife
He used to work in a butcher shop and all day long there was meat to chop.
But now he’s an accountant and his life is kind of dull in a mind numbing sort of way.

But when it comes time for Uncle Lou to cut the Christmas ham and turkey
he get’s a wild gleam in his eye
He says don’t worry I’m a professional
I know what I am doing 
as we all try to get out of his way

Uncle Lou’s got the electric knife
And we’re fearing for his life
That poor turkey had no chance
I think I’m gonna wet my pants
We’re afraid that Santa won’t come 
And if he does he’ll turn and run
He’ll take one look Uncle Lou
And his reindeers will be scared too

They say Electric knives have a high injury potential
And losing a finger is very consequential
But Uncle Lou doesn’t seem to care
He’s got the culinary version of a chainsaw in his hand
And he picks it up and he takes command
If he had a hockey mask you’d swear it was Friday the 13th
After a few minutes his job is complete
And then we all sit down to eat
Instead of saying grace we thank God that his fingers have survived for another year

Uncle Lou’s got the electric knife
And we’re fearing for his life
That poor turkey had no chance
I think I’m gonna wet my pants
We’re afraid that Santa won’t come 
And if he does he’ll turn and run
He’ll take one look Uncle Lou
And his reindeers will be scared too

Uncle Lou's Got The Electric Knife 2024 Version

Blackout

written, performed and produced by Richard Brown.

Lyrics:

I feel it comin I feel it within
My worlds getting darker the lights getting thin
I’m dying of hunger I’m dying to live
The spell that I’m under has left me in sin

Father you tried to break me
Sisters and brothers always leave
Mother why does your heart bleed
Why is a friend the one in need

It won’t be for nothin if I’m not to win
I’ll take what I’m given and drink it like gin
I’ll crawl through the darkness against the cold wind
And claw at your feet til you let me in

Father you tried to break me
Sisters and brothers always leave
Mother why does your heart bleed
Why is a friend the one in need

Blackout

Funny old world.  Whilst scrumping about on SC my travels took me to Michele's cloud where I alighted on his track as named above. Sharp intake of breath and a hurried message to Michele to ask if he might be so kind as to permit me to pen a few words to accompany it.  He graciously agreed.  Having nothing in mind at the time I hastily back-pedalled and explained that it might be best if he didn't hold his breath....next day I listened again and Mr Spotty Book called over Mr Pen for a chat.  What followed in the next hour or so is somewhat blurred.  I always try to read a text in one take, for integrity's sake.  This was my fourth attempt and the only one I managed to complete.  

I decided to quit while I was ahead.

Thank you, Michele, for the warm nostalgic smile infused in this wonderful music of yours, and for the (unexpectedly moist) journey upon which it took me.

Find Michele's music here:  https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani
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All the old little things we have lost

Of course, you know, Dad, that some stuff doesn’t work too well these days.
I’ll forget odd bits and bobs, like, maybe having lunch or doing promised jobs
Blimey, even birthdays on occasion slip the mind
As today’s neurons disconnect, recall’s evasion of my yesterdays so to find.
I actually forgot why I came into this room in the first place
Stood a while, cast about, then saw your face
Your smile leaping out from the old photo there
Engendered mine, returned, locked in loving stare
And propelled me back to play in those monochrome years
You know, our old box brownie’s still tucked away in the cupboard under the stairs.

Remember how it was, Dad,  how we lived, things we had?
Thrupenny bits and ha’pennies and bikes with hard rubber wheels
Plastic shoes and sock holes darned
Sparse but regular high carb, high fat meals
Never did us any harm
Hand-me-downs all around, we craved the latest style
Segs in shoes and outside loos
A homely fireplace, though just the one
We’d huddle round, our toasting forks with crumpets on, and laughing all the while

So I won’t forget all the old little things we have lost
Things so casually into history’s family album tossed
But neither have I lost my tendency to tears, welling soft
From the broken heart that burned for you, 
Then split apart and turned to frost
That day you died, just fifty two, so very young.
Who’d have thought that all those old little things
Would fill the font of memory springs 
From which this tearful smile of mine has sprung.

All the old little things we have lost: some words set to the music of Michele Ansani

In the wake of this tragedy the sun still rises over the City Of Angels. Peace and love to all affected and may recovery be swift to revamp this historic city.

Sun Rose Over The City Of Angels

Pour Them Drinks

sleepwaltzing

I'm very pleased to share our first collaboration with the talented pianist Vicenzo Piano. I hope you enjoy this beautiful piano and orchestral piece!
https://soundcloud.com/vicenzopiano
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ArJWBJ3_olE
Composition & piano performance: Vicenzo Piano
Arrangement & orchestration: Franck Charles

Vals De La Luz

Hope * Instrumental

Peonies Bloom

When we broke into the magic within
You asked me, "how can it be?
Can it linger, can it last
In a world of entropy?"
I was thinking of something to say
Some words to reassure
But there is only, only today
And no need to open that door

We when fell into the wonder within
You asked me, "is this real?
Is it a fancy, just a whim?
I don't know how to feel"
I was thinking of something to say
Some wisdom to give you
But there is only, only today
And no other truth

Image by Kier In Sight

The Magic Within

"Prior to performing this song on The Tonight Show in 1974, Denver said he wrote it for his wife Annie whom he had to leave behind when he was touring early on in his career because he couldn't afford to take her with him. Doubtless Annie appreciated the sentiment, but she didn't appreciate the other women who kept him company when he was away from home; she divorced him in 1982."

Follow Me-John Denver (Cover)

July's Waltz

A Day Spelunking

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

Hi, I’m Kelly.
Thanks for checking out my songs!

I started playing the piano when I was five years old.   I also play some accordion and harp, and I am hoping to improve my guitar playing.   

What you hear here are 250+ of my original keyboard based compositions, mostly written in my spare time outside of work between 2022 and now.   

I like to add in layers and nuances and extra tracks.  I’d like to get better at midi editing and composing and making my own drum tracks.   I’m an imperfectionist and incorrigible publisher of songs with errors in them.  

My main keyboard at the moment is a Nord Stage 4 88 key instrument of my dreams; and I’m still learning and experimenting with its features and capabilities.   

I made some really cool iridescent and black high quality vinyl sevenmiddlenames stickers: sometimes I send them in the mail (for free!) to kind repeat listeners.  If you’ve read this far, perhaps you’re one of them.   The honor of anyone hearing and enjoying my work in a world of so many competing demands for attention is motivating and inspiring: thank you.   

I'd love some feedback.

My seven middle names  (six of which I made up and gave to myself when I was 15) are for my true friends to know.

sleepwaltzing

sevenmiddlenames

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