Name: Firebird 400 ~ Before The Last Train Stops by Brad Bilbro
Duration: 5 min 13 s
Description: This is the first song that I have recorded with my HeadRush Looperboard. I layered four separate acoustic guitar parts using a Taylor Koa 214ce. I then added Latin Percussion Conga Drums, Teak Shakers & Meinl Bongos using my old Yamaha MD4s minidisk recorder. Now, I have remixed this track by adding my Slingerland Snare Drum with Wire Brushes and Zildjian Constantinople Cymbals.

big YES to this!! love the percussion and the arrangement behind it is awesome, too. very impressive. reminds me of 70s Latin American funk. bravo!!

Nice close up and personal music..
Great job all the way around including your mixing & production 
Bravo
👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

Camto De Embalar

quagmire

This is the first song that I have recorded with my HeadRush Looperboard. I layered four separate acoustic guitar parts using a Taylor Koa 214ce. I then added Latin Percussion Conga Drums, Teak Shakers & Meinl Bongos using my old Yamaha MD4s minidisk recorder. Now, I have remixed this track by adding my Slingerland Snare Drum with Wire Brushes and Zildjian Constantinople Cymbals.

Don't Stop, Can't Stop

Before The Next Train Stops

Firebird 400 ~ Before The Last Train Stops

davst

le jour le plus lent

Ion Day part 2

From the album Schopenhauer's Apprentice

when you lie to me
I can't believe
when you speak your words to me

when you lie to me
I can't believe
when you say you love me

when you lie to me 
I can't believe
when you speak those words to me

when you lie to me
I can't believe
when you say you love me

Schopenhauer's Apprentice

Cry Wolf

Neno J. - Acoustic and Electric Guitar
J.J. Terrell - Orchestral arrangement and piano

Please visit Neno J.'s Soundcloud site at https://on.soundcloud.com/YvYZi

Artwork used with permission; painting entitled "Aroma of the Lilac"  by artist Margaryta Yermolayeva. Please visit her offerings at margaryta-yermolayeva.pixels.com

Thank you very much for listening!

Lora's Song (J.J. Terrell and Neno J.)

The image shows a slightly altered photo detail from: Tree Stump, Meanwood Churchyard, a photography by Tim Green from Bradford (Wikimedia commons)

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"They all go stupid in a race."
(Gustave Flaubert, 1821-1880)

The following text passage is mainly a translation from a blog by the author Goetz Eisenberg (*1951) called:
https://durchhalteprosa.de/ 
(which can best be translated as „Perseverance Prose“)

In the translation I have tried to stay as close as possible to the original text, however, due to phrasing, composition (etc…), I have used slight changes and additions.
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Desensitization

Apocalyptic images 
Every evening on the news 
Heat, fires and disease
Floods, earthquakes, famines, 
War and destruction…
We are given such a daily dose 
Of horror news 
That we loose 
The capacity for outrage and revolt. 
We become numb 
And also threaten to loose 
The abilities we need 
To have empathy. 

(ref1)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Make us fall silent
And paralyse the hooves

All go crazy in a race …

The more drastic the images 
We are presented with, 
The faster we forget 
What we have seen. 
The abundance and above all 
The concreteness of the images
Is the best means 
Of making us immune
To others misfortune. 
This is a facet of the "dialectic of enlightenment" 
That is far too little considered:
The more clearly 
Barbarism can be seen, 
The faster 
We forget it. 
News had a greater impact on us 
When we only heard or read it. 
The images of it arose 
In our minds 
And then occupied us more than one time

All go crazy in a race …

(ref2)
Then, as now,  	(2)
We should cry out 
And rise up collectively, 
But the mass of images 
And the flood of news 
Simply fob us off
With the surface

All go crazy in a race 
They all go stupid in a race	(2)
and we float along with it…

Desensitization

no espero mas

'Tóg an Bealach Radhairc' means ‘Take the Scenic Route’...always the best option.
 
Finn: I plan to go back to my Irish routes more this year and created a simple backing track on Octave Mandolin & Tenor Banjo, but then ran out of ideas.  Doina took a listen and came up with this lovely uplifting tune. The song had a different name when we started out, but now it reminds me of driving along a coast road with the window open. Thank you Doina! 

Doina: Celtic music has been a part of my life for the past 12 years and I can't imagine my life without it. When I started to write and record, these violin tracks seemed too simple. And then Finn started working, mixing, adding tracks. What a journey. Thank you, Finn, for giving me the opportunity to be a puzzle piece in this big machinery called music!

Music: Doina & Finn
Doina Bora: Violins.
Finn Eces: Octave Mandolin, Tenor Banjo.
Birdsong, recorded at dawn in County Laois, Ireland.
Produced Finn Eces.

Tóg an Bealach Radhairc [Take the Scenic Route]

Translated after the French text

Vidéo Youtube : https://youtu.be/tIufYg0fDxY

Mieux Vaut Tard
Texte : Jefherson
Chant : Julia
Musique : Alain Illos

Texte: Jefherson
Chant :Julia
Musique : Alain Illos

ll est des évidences
des choses qui vont de soi
dire ce que l’on pense
ce qu’on sent, ce qu’on croit.

Mais moi toute ma vie
Je gardais tout pour moi
Comme un loir endormi 
engourdi par le froid..

Etait-ce par pudeur
Par peur de m’exposer
D’ouvrir un peu mon coeur
Ou simplement d’oser.

Montrer peur ou colère
Inquiétude ou tendresse.
N’était  pour toi mon père
Que choquante faiblesse

Sois un homme mon gars !
Cogne fort et encaisse.
 
Surtout ne pleure pas !
C’est bon pour les gonzesses

Rester copie conforme
A ce  modèle viril
Ne pas braver la norme.
Voilà. !Ainsi-soit -il !

REFRAIN    

Mais est venu le jour
De remise en question
Toi touché à ton tour
Par ton opération


Pour toi bien difficile
La maladie soudain
Te révélait fragile
Ou simplement humain

Aux portes de la mort
Tu m’as dit ton amour
En moi, il vit encore
Et il vivra toujours.
Tu m’as dit ton amour
Mieux vaut tard que jamais
Je t’ai dit à mon tour
A quel point je t’aimais...

 Better late than never

Some things are obvious
things that go without saying
to say what you think
what you feel, what you believe.
But all my life
I kept everything to myself
Like a sleeping dormouse 
numbed by the cold.

Was it out of modesty
For fear of exposing myself
To open my heart a little
Or simply to dare.
To show fear or anger
Worry or tenderness.
For you, my father
Only shocking weakness

Be a man, boy!
Hit hard and take it.
Above all, don't cry!
It's good for the chicks

Stay a carbon copy
To this virile model
Don't defy the norm.
So be it!

REFRAIN    

But the day has come
Of questioning
You in turn
By your operation
For you very difficult
Sudden illness
Revealed you to be fragile
Or simply human
At death's door
You told me of your love
In me it still lives
And always will.
You told me of your love
Better late than never
I told you in turn
How much I loved you...

Mieux Vaut Tard  avec Julia

I like to play riffs through Marshall Mini Stacks and go back later and add the BOSS effects.

Firebird 400 ~ Before The Last Train Stops

Brad Bilbro

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