Great Sound & Sounds Great (playlist)

Re-Ex Hit 30

Pure Piano/Jazz of Mine Plus Re-Ex 13

Wild Choir Girl

Mutant Rockstar (Deluxe Edition)

Spotify 

The Silence ain't Golden

A simple message to myself from way back.  Found it almost like a message in a bottle. It said , relax , let go, live .... you are working and maybe even dreaming too hard.  Then slowly the message ....Connect .... seemed almost like a new mood elevating pill you could buy at a drug store.... and the song was not only advice from a future me, but quite possibly a tv commercial for a new drug called .... CONNECT.

Connect

Fur Coat Trauma

For those who have endured the Holocaust's unfathomable trauma, the iconic span helps reflect the profound strength and willpower needed to overcome such depths of human atrocity. (~feat. AI)

Unrecorded

The Bible addresses this topic, of wickedness and the actions of governments in various passages. One pertinent verse is from Proverbs 29:2:

"When the righteous are in authority, the people rejoice; But when a wicked man rules, the people groan."

———————-//—-

I want, 
I…. 
I…. 
I want…
I… 
I… want…

I want, another pill take me out my pain. I’m the type of man to know that’s lame. 😒 
I want good drugs, nova-cane. I’ve been that nigga since weed with champagne. 
I want another one, good drugs no love, and a weak lung. I want your good drugs.
Baby, fill me up with your bad love. I want, another buzz. I don’t need your hugs. Baby give me lust. I want all your hate and pain. Cause Love💕🎀 always fills me with shame😔baby give me truths🏳️, pill 💊 me with your noose.  Fill me with your satisfaction, love and satisfaction. I want. Everything you are. Dim down the light💫. Be my fallen star🌌🛒. 
(RIP lil 🐥)

You can’t ever leave cause I can’t ever leave you. Be my fallen star, and attitude. Satisfaction, drug addiction. 

Mislead the life, 
my wife 
hit me twice and then left the same night. 

Then she cheated, they say I hate my life, they deleted it. 
⚰️🚬💊🚔

Slavery, just like the rest of em. 

I guess I know why my grandma  kept a gun. 

Never had love, never had a choice 👇⬇️

THE GOVERNMENTS PROPAGANDA ⬇️
“slay these boys. 
Slay their voice, take their toys, take their love, slave them, sex them, all of the above 👆. 

Sell them for their skin 
👮🏼‍♂️⛓️👨🏼👨🏽👨🏾👨🏿⛓️👮🏼‍♂️

Tell them that they win! 🎰
Then give them drugs. 💊

So all they do is binge on their sin. 🧛🏾🧛‍♂️(predatory)

Sit back, relax, and then they regret why they had another half. 😞😖😢

Stuck in addiction, uhh good mission 🤑💵💸👍🏾. 

Kill the youth, and kill their children. 

Pillage all the children they ever had. No new dads🙋🏾‍♂️🙋🏽‍♂️🙋🏿‍♂️, leave em sad.”
I…..😣💔✝️

“Listen to us groan😮‍💨😔😕✝️”

The Governments Propaganda-Release The Files (Red Lining)

Better Off Lost - Vera

We have realased this track as a free download to say thanks for listening to our mixes over the last few years

Controlling The Vibe

Sweet love [kpop]

Somewhere In America (SIA)

"This Ol' Cowboy" (Toy Caldwell) [08.25.25]
J Dulva and Counting Coup
(c) 2025 Cenote Music

This Ol' Cowboy [08.25.25]

Enjoy the music video it's a blast: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DcHY4EX7BUk

Once again, I am beside myself with joy to honour the memory of my high school bestie Dan Wayne Dunlop (October 4, 1957 – November 17, 2012), by producing and publishing his original song "Out In A Week".  Dan and I first met in junior high school, and we became best friends in high school.  We were bad, had tons of fun and jammed together often for many years. 

Dan wrote "Out In A Week" in the late 1970s, recording it on a cassette player using a drum machine, his guitar, and his own vocals.  I first attempted to revive the song I had on cassette using AI technology, but that didn't pan out.  Instead, and with the contributions of some amazing musicians, I re-recorded the song, performing the vocals, alto sax and keys. 

In many ways Dan was my mentor, I admired his independent nature, talent and drive.  A born comedian, cartoonist, singer, guitarist, puppeteer, film producer, radio talk show host, cameraman, film editor and, with all that talent, he also had a big heart. Truly an outstanding person who influenced so many people who are to this day grateful to have known him.  I hope I did him proud with my rendition of  "Out In A Week" and the music video.  Once again, I feel great pride and love in keeping his legacy alive by immortalizing his artistry.  I love you brother (RIP).

The Song:

"Out In A Week", with its hard-hitting blues-rock vibe, sentences the listener to jail for criminal behaviour, followed by the elation that accompanies the prospect of getting out in a week.

Song: Out In A Week
Lyrics: Dan Wayne Dunlop, AKA Fastmandan & Thomas Patton AKA TomCattt
Recorded at TJP Entertainment North York, Ontario and Pezmosis Music Productions Oak Ridges, Ontario
Mixed and Mastered: Mark Pezzelato at Pezmosis Music Productions Oak Ridges, Ontario https://www.pezmosis.com/
Production and Engineering: Thomas Patton
Lead and Harmony Vocals: Thomas Patton
Keyboard: Thomas Patton
Alto Saxophone: Thomas Patton 
                            : Selmer SAS711B
Bass Guitar: Bernie Serrao
Electric Guitar: Dan Strudwick AKA Brother Daniel
Drums: Mark Pezzelato
              https://www.pezmosis.com/
Album Cover: Thomas Patton
Photography: Thomas Patton
Copyright: 1182165

Cattt Man Do

Out In A Week

Stream

Loop Talk” is a jazz-hop journey where mellow piano chords meet the raw swing of boom bap drums. Built around the warmth of jazz samples and a hypnotic groove, the track balances chill atmospheres with head-nodding energy. It’s the kind of beat that feels like a conversation at midnight — smooth, soulful, and endlessly looping.

Perfect for late-night city walks, creative sessions, or anyone who loves the golden intersection between jazz and hip hop. 🎹🥁🌙

Loop Talk

God and Jesus

Testing One Two

I don't claim any ownership over any of this. Anyone can use any of it for any reason forever. Also I accept liability. Please don't sue me (and/or let's collaborate).

"Holy fucking shit, this shit is crazy wtf"

"Moments of being passable beyond novelty"

"Very ok"

"Actually slaps"

"Straight art"

"Noise"

```Madlibs with a metronome```

At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

But that's just the beginning. Surrounding this pulsing heart are layers upon layers of... well, your guess is as good as mine. One moment it's a tangled web of neon tubes that hum with an eerie frequency, the next it's a churning mass of what appears to be sentient silly putty. And is that a tiny disco ball I see nestled in there? You bet your sweet bippy it is.

As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

For those who have endured the Holocaust's unfathomable trauma, the iconic span helps reflect the profound strength and willpower needed to overcome such depths of human atrocity. (~feat. AI)

blorgpulkfplorksickle