AS wea re all going over a barrell, no thank you to stick in the mud death cult capitalism.

Another Fiddle tune, a hoedown.  My guess is this piece was in connection with Ms. Annie Taylor's descent of Niagara Falls in a wooden barrel in October 1901.

Music for a Friend

Over the Waterfall

Over The Waterfall

Duet, Irish folk song

From The Hand Editions, a curator on Spotify: Hi Brian, thanks for the submission! I listened to your track and found it very interesting. I particularly liked this very delicate and lulling progression. The duet of the two guitars (beautiful the position so stereophonic!) conveys strong emotions. This is also thanks to a very airy and catchy theme where I also very much appreciated its melodic evolution. Excellent! On 29 February, I will include it in my playlist dedicated to peaceful music! A warm greeting!
Ciao Brian, I listened to your song, the song is very nice and sweet and the simple arrangement highlights the melody. Thanks bye

Sally Gardens

Qu'y a t'il entre nous ? (What is it between us ? )

Washington Street

Those Days where nothing ever lasts
Here we go again
With summer days that passed

My grief and all that we can cast
I’d watch the minute hand
With something I couldn’t grasp

I was nice to you 
You were nice to me
I shared my sound
We were worry free

But you left me staring at the phone box window

And when I woke up one morning 
As the sun was coming up
I had somethings I wanted to share
With a young world I didn’t trust

And the honesty was a novelty 
That blurred the lines of luck
I was blinded by the haze
That kicked around the desert dust

Time began to fade
On the horizons
Of the Gods is where I lay
(My weary bones may lay)

I saved your life
But it wasn’t to be
But you stuck it out
And believed in me

Now I don’t see you anymore to tell you

That when I woke up this morning 
Well my head was spinning round
I had somethings I wanted to say
So I began to write them down 

And the past was new and a novelty 
That I will never forget about 
Now I just stare at those desert stars
That trail beyond my doubt

Taste the bitter me
That I keep locked inside
Taste the the anger
That I do well to hide

Taste emotions 
Of this rollercoaster ride

Where I know I’ve lost
But at least I’ve had a try

Time began to fade
On the horizons
Of the Gods is where I stay

But when I woke up this morning 
You know my head was still spinning round
I had somethings I wanted to say
But I’d already wrote them down 

And the past was new and a memory 
That I will never forget about 
So let me lay on the dusty ground
That the desert offers out

Taste the bitter me
That I keep locked inside
Taste the the anger
That I do well to hide

Taste emotions 
Of this rollercoaster ride

Where I know I’ve lost
But at least I’ve had a try

A Second Demo Collection

Horizons of the Gods (Demo)

All music written and performed by John Baker
All leads guitar written and performed by Andy Pfitzer
Mixed and mastered by John Baker

Just another fun, straight up rock n roll song inspired by some of the great southern rock bands of the 70's and 80's that i grew up with. So sit back and just have some fun with this.

Rockin' On Through The Night

Not my greatest track..  so i guess it will be a Limited uploading..
i like to make some real progressive trance tunes one day..   but
i guess this is maybe a funny atempt of making one..  so i call Progressive Lofi Trance..  cause the arrangement is not perfect..
but i got humor,  so i think i deserved to be uploaded..  at least for a little while..   Enjoy..  :O)

The Tempo

The colorful symbols are my message to everyone... 🌍 ☮︎ 👍 🍀 2024 for a better world...!

Sin City

Sonate n°2 pour piano en do mineur

Vidéo : https://youtu.be/RmBy9YSt1o4

Sonate n°2 pour piano en do mineur

Last Time

I met a lady in the meads,
       Full beautiful—a faery’s child,
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
       And her eyes were wild.

She took me to her Elfin grot,
       And there she wept and sighed full sore,
And there I shut her wild wild eyes
       With kisses four.

And there she lullèd me asleep,
       And there I dreamed—Ah! woe betide!—
The latest dream I ever dreamt
       On the cold hill side.

John Keats

Elphame

Born in Virginia, raised in Maryland; survivor of an alcoholic  family; graduated High School and Union Carpenters Apprenticeship; a student of Algebra, a student of Life, a  brown belt Samurai Chess Player; gave up clarinet in 2nd grade because he was too young to understand;  gave up French class 5 years later because he could not speak the language; turned down Ms. Maria Blautzig for the Sadie Hawkins Dance because she had turned  down his request earlier in the school year; walked out of typing class on day one, hell HOUR one, because he could not handle the stress of it;  walked out of Oklahoma State University because he really needed help at that point and did not know how to ask for it, so ‘tear it all down and blow it up’ seemed to be the only way to find any; experienced the deepest loneliness of his entire life to date out on that highway, with no direction anywhere.  He has worked as a ditch digger, a grass cutter, a TV Guide door to door salesman; he has been a farm worker, carpenters’ helper, apprentice, a Journeyman carpenter in Local 132, a Home Improvement contractor and a Facilities Maintenance Engineer.  He has passed up more opportunities than cars on a freight train; he has hitchhiked, hobo’ed and walked across tens of thousands of miles of America's roadways, and a few in Canada, for good measure.

By virtue of  a chance encounter one snowy January night in 1993, when he met and eventually married the revolutionary communist, aspiring novelist, multi instrumentalist soprano and as yet unheralded expert at fitting leftovers into the refrigerator, the  beguiling, and sumptuous Ms. Juliana; this union subsequently created the talented, smart, bubbly, and eye-catching Ms. Sophia, she of the musical pipes.
Mr Higgins first picked up the guitar at age 23, the harmonica at 57, and wrote his first book at age 5, or 6. It shall remain forever unpublished, as the only handwritten master of it is lost to the dustbin of history.


Numerous of the photos here are by my friend Charles Steck, who recently unexpectedly passed away. Thank you so much Charles, we are missing you .


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