Psychedelic Jazz, Neo-Psychedelic, Improvisational Alternative Rock

Neo-Psychedelic

Remix of 'Can We Talk About Me' by Paula Jiven. Started with the beat, inspired by a video about The Neptunes.

From that it became a sort of synth/rock track. Hope you like it.

Paula Jivén - Can We Talk About Me (Wavewatcher Remix)

Francois Emmanuel Fodere Washington DC Metro Center Station Waiting

Metro/ waiting

tertiary vector calibration before descent

bouncing down backwards

Vincent's words:
'This work is a revision of a collaboration between Italian poet & sound artist https://soundcloud.com/ilaria_boffa and Italian-American Composer https://soundcloud.com/vincent-eoppolo/. Morirà Il Sole? (When Will the Sun Die) is a poem from Ilaria Boffa's 2016 collection of of poems The Bliss of Hush and Wires. www.samueleeditore.it/periferie-the-…laria-boffa-2/ ©2016

Will the Sun Die?
When will it die? This sun,
oblique.
It’s temperate in the neighbourhood, and not for long.
Immaterial the future of the insurgents
the ones who calm winter.
We don’t sleep, the collapse is near.
So virtual any step toward and outward the centre.
Neglected in the static village
dogs move unsettled, they smell the reversal.
Mowing grass in the fields will be pointless soon
as the aseptic film packs on the leaf and the brick.
Give us green clay to cover our skins, our hair.
Give us one more tomorrow.

Morirà il Sole?
Quando morirà? Questo sole
obliquo.
È mite il tempo nel quartiere e non per molto.
Immateriale il futuro di chi insorge
di coloro che calmano l’inverno.
Non dormiamo, il crollo è vicino.
Così virtuale ogni passo da e per il centro.
Dimenticati nel paese statico
i cani si muovono irrequieti, annusano l’inversione.
Falciare l’erba dei prati sarà presto inutile
come porre una pellicola asettica sulla foglia e il mattone.
Dateci argilla verde per coprire pelli, capelli.
Dateci ancora un domani. Ilaria Boffa © 2016
@ilaria_boffa

Morirà Il Sole/Will the Sun die? Eoppolo-Boffa (alternate version)

a track by Marco Lucchi reworked by Susan Matthews

maggio 2023

Susan Matthews & Marco Lucchi - The One Hand Clapping

like little wing🎸70's taste rock

Fireflies (G. Di Nunno)

He felt he could die now that he's seen Cooperstown
Which looks so beautiful in the fall
Everything quite expensive, maxed-out credit cards
He knew someday his ex-wife would call.

Hand out for money, yet he wants to see the stars
Dream again as he did when at twelve
Put off dying until he sees the Grand Canyon
Another souvenir on the shelf.

Chorus:
Gotta water the roses, wanna watch something grow
Gotta see the kids, can't wait until tomorrow
Have to feed the dog, can't ignore those sad eyes
Day soon done, and the night
Gives way to fireflies.

Beating the blues with an approach to her front door
The lights are out, guess nobody's home
Chat room banter fills the small void before bedtime
Can't see a face, but he's not alone.

Relationships are hard but having no one is worse
And searching for someone takes too long
Once angry with the world, but now he's got a best friend
Just searching for a place to belong.

Repeat chorus:

Glanced through high school yearbooks when he used to be cool
Era now dust from a dashboard view
Everything's a memory depending on recall
Can't help himself finding a clue.

Face in the mirror isn't what it used to be
In pace with the watch hands moving around
Having so much to do before the doors get closed
Jump in the car and see another town.

Repeat chorus:

All lyrics and performance by Gino Di Nunno
Copyright 2000, 2023.

#8. Fireflies

FBR.XXL

Starlight

Bomber Ultra Slowed (Low Honor)

My meager attempts to combat leaf blowers, motorcycles, and circling airplanes.

Music For Cars

bouncing down backwards

sliding down stairs