I composed this short idea for a short actin film I was going to be working on soon. Unfortunately though the film got cancelled so I thought I'd upload the music anyway.

Hunting

found this one lurking in the corner of a file... & gave it a polish
Rob Bartholemew sax
Nicole bvs

Trouble

Sometimes the blues gets very blue....
(Painting - "Waiting" by Toulouse Lautrec 1887) wikicommons

Instrumental composition, lead guitar, backing - Tom Adams (Aka Tytlblues)
https://soundcloud.com/user-342548892
Lyrics, vocal melody, vocals, harp, slide guitar -  Chris Okunbor 

Come back soon 
Darlin' come back, oh don't you see?
The place is empty, oh empty without you.
They say that heart is where the home is.
Come back soon

Come on home, ah, just show me 'sorry',
Won't ever say those things, all those bad things no more.
I'm tired of tough love, so please think it over!
Yeh, come back soon.

I want you home darlin', ‘cos life's no fun, no fun any more.
Our place feels empty now that you’ve gone.
The grey needs lifting, the shadows shifting.
Come home soon.

Come Back Soon ~ a slow blues by Tom Adams and Chris O

This song is like a sketchbook! I want to write something about the dark secrets in a British family. You know like in some British dramas with a sinister manor and creepy family members.
I like old murder mystery games like "Cluedo" ("Clue" in North America).

Each part is improvised (even if I had a rough idea of ​​the piece before playing). In this song, I didn't do midi editing so there might be some little mistakes (I am a very bad keyboard player) but the goal was to experiment and try to find some ideas.

Feel free to comment and tell me if you like (or dislike 😭).

Happy listening and be safe! 💗💖

British Drama

🕵️‍♂️🔎💀 Murder at the Manor (draft) 💀🔍🕵️‍♀️

Some guitar additions to Tea Are Sea's track Lines Begin to Blur :)))
Listen to the original here
https://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/lines-begin-to-blur?in=tea_are_sea/sets/coasts-and-cascades

Lines Begin To Blur - Tea Are Sea collab

劇団Peek-a-Boo武末志朗さんのために書き下ろした曲
空飛ぶタビネズミのテーマ

The Lemming In The Sky

COLAB WITH MY GREAT FRIEND Belial Pelegrim : ECLIPSE and FP guitar and synth + mastering . , Photo by : Alexandra Georgieva on Pexels

ECLIPSED BY Belial Pelegrim/ FPMORINSTUDIO

Lying sleeplessly in bed, brooding about some situation that makes us worry. And then waking up the next morning no longer being worried but rather optimistic and motivated to deal with the situation.
This is what I had in mind while composing this piece.

Picture by Bruno Scramgnon / www.pexels.com

It's All In Your Head

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

“By the end of this decade, computers will disappear as distinct physical objects, with displays built in our eyeglasses, and electronics woven in our clothing, providing full-immersion visual virtual reality.” 
― Ray Kurzweil, The Singularity is Near: When Humans Transcend Biology

Conform

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HADES

Hades

Ben is an award-winning composer and multi-instrumentalist based in the UK, specialising in writing for Picture. Being in close collaboration with top up and coming film makers, Tomisin Adepeju, Oz Arshad, Rehan Mudannayake and Lamont Lamar. 

He has composed music for over 30 shorts which have been in association with Sundance, Cannes, BFI, Bafta and Pinewood Studios and collectively won over 100 awards from international festivals.

Over the years Ben has cultivated a bold but sensitive style using both orchestral, electronic and experimental techniques to create his unique voice. His thrilling and emotional score for Ian Asbjornsen's sci-fi epic Odyssey Omega in 2020 received 4 Best Original Score awards and, in 2021, Ben had the pleasure of working with Emmy-nominated actress and writer Latitia Wright on her debut short film Things I Never Told My Father. 

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Hunting

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