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Accompagnement guitare : Simon Chenet.                                                       

Image: Marie-Ange Lambrun.

JOJO SANS TOIT.

It's a special honor that my dear friend Michele Ansani asked me if I would like to work on a song he wrote years ago called 'Alla Fine della Fine delle Fini' (To the end of the end of the ends) which is a great track. When I listened to it I said to Michele that I thought the song is already finished and asked what I supposedly could do with it. He said, that he wasn't going to publish it and wanted me to work on the root idea of the song to create something new.  Thank you so much Michele for being so generous to leave the basic song idea to my purposes (all flaws are mine).

Listen to his wonderful music here, you all know him anyway: https://soundcloud.com/michele-ansani

Michele Ansani: Seed idea
Me: Instruments, vocals, lyrics, arrangement.

Photograph from the top of Half Dome, Yosemite NP, CA, USA by A. Besinger  2022

One day I walked the shores of time
Wiping away the footprints left behind

Tossing stones into the sea  
Just to watch the ripples making their way back to me  

What if these dancing rings were just memories
Would they come to life once more to set me free?


Abandoned this place that I called home ￼
and took that boat I was hiding for so long 

Facing the storms, past the sirens song
The love of gods in mind may have led me wrong

Set course to the end of the end of the ends
So when you step off the edge of the world 
Make sure that your wings are spread 

When I stepped through the gates of Plutonion
Caught between Scylla and Charybdis I would be found

Sacrificed the ones to whom I belonged
A wise man would rather be envied than being wronged

Set course to the end of the end of the ends
So when you step off the edge of the world 
Make sure that your wings are spread 

Set course to the end of the end of the ends
So when you step off the edge of the world 
Make sure that your wings are spread

Off the Edge of the World (with Michele Ansani)

Starting off 2025, the new year, with a bit of uncertainty.
A life- choices theme? An Economic cautionary tale?
I prefer the political application of the Latin "Buyer Beware". The application came, in the US in November, turning back progress. In Canada, Trudeau has just announced his resignation. Buyer Beware, or to use Joni Mitchell's words, "You don't know what you've got til it's gone, they paved paradise (progress) and put up a parking lot (or oil pipelines, or coal mines, or trying to threaten neighbours and make enemies of friends). But the people knew what they were doing when they created this mess...or were they victims of social media, filters, throttles, algorithms, and moneyed influence peddling?

A dark musical synth-based veneer, casts a brooding affect over the listener, though, if the message is heard, embraced, and a direction changed, a hint of optimism may yet prevail.

Available for D/L on the WAG Wix page, track 7 from the 2024 collection called Spittle and Spite : https://www.terrywigmore.com/wigmore-allen-gibbons


Caveat Emptor (Buyer Beware)
Aaaaah….
Hear what you want to hear
And you see what you want to see
There is truth… and there is need
Caveat emptor…let the buyer be aware
Caveat emptor…beware
Shudda…like you shudda…check it out… like you shudda
Like you should …check it out (x2)
(INST)
The best that you can do, in a locked room
Is press your face to the window
Are you fearful of being angry?
Or so angry at being just fearful?
Caveat emptor…let the buyer be aware
Caveat emptor…beware!

Wigmore: Music, Production
Allen: Bass, Guitars, Vocals, Lyrics: 
WAG@2024

Spittle and Spite

Caveat Emptor

Dedicated to my  Friend Carl of The Beautiful Dark here on soundcloud. We were discussing old tracks and he said he has a man drawer full of old demos. I found this one the other day..   I did manage to tweak it in garageband.

 life is good

Lyrics
copyright Bill Liggett 19..long time ago.. back when I was in a good mood..

come monday morning I’m on vacation
and if I don’t return your call
I left my phone in the kitchen
leave a message with you bitchin and complain
all day long

but rest assured now.. I’m feeling guilty
and it is with a heavy heart
that I recline with my ray bans
freeing up my hands to raise my glass
heres to you

I know the rent is due on tuesday
I can hear the landlord sayin
Where is that rat
she’ll have to wait and hold her horses
cause Im on vacation
on vacation..thats where I’m at

I must remember to send a postcard
oh how I wish that you were here
but now its time for my nap
and I forgot to give a crap about obligations
and pressing affairs

I know the rent is due on tuesday
I can hear the landlord sayin
Where is that rat
she’ll have to wait and hold her horses
cause Im on vacation
on vacation..thats where I’m at

On Vacation

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

notes :

Green on Green ...is a military term for friendly fire...  using it to describe Newport /UK Dylan incidents,  extending this to one's teenage years, family expectations, etc...
...   furthermore, the song could be  about search for identity   conformity vs. rebellion and being true to yourself through it all, blah blah blah
Somehow, I worked  Susan Dey from the Partridge Family and Patty Hearst in there-the yin and yang of my adolescent fantasies

Dylan wrote half the bridge for me ..thx man I owe you

opening soundclip is Dylan being heckled in England as they are warming up to play Like A Rolling Stone and just before he tells the band to play it f#$g loud

Green on Green         

I was born that summer night Dylan electrified
July 25th, 1965
The hands that say they love us try to crucify
Their baby boy soft machines

Being raised on the edge of a precipice
Morphed to a teenage premonition of the great abyss
When I said I never want to be a part of this
Scattered pigment in your landscape scene

They're going Green on Green
Green on Green
It’s all a matter of opinion
And I am stuck in the in-between

All the 74 Boys crushed on Susan Dey
But me I dug Patty from the SLA
With her nom de guerre our Tania
She had found another way
That was something I was meaning to do

But the dream didn’t last, and in 75
Patricia got arrested by the FBI
Both of us surrounded, we were waiting to die
Bob's in the Rolling Thunder Revue.

Going Green on Green
Green on Green
Best ignore their faux opinion
I think you know what I mean

Calling me Judas
I don't believe you, you're a liar 
All this walking on water
Now we  crawl through the fire
Leave a  knife in their back
Dripping blood on the tracks 
Well that’s how those mothers roll

There’s a treasure down deep in this garbage can
To find it plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
Just remember that they never really understand 
Your personal Rosetta Stone

Bobby's still in the kitchen, Tricia's lost her rage
And me I keep crossing out the words on my page
Martyr, sinner, joker, tired rocker or sage
I'm gonna sing

Till I go Green on Green
I’m going Green on Green
I'm the only one left standing
In the final scene….

Green On Green

Brand NEW track "Thought I Was Dreaming", taken from the "Ultraviolet Cosmos" upcoming full length STA album (2025). Enjoy y'all #share, #like, #follow and comment of course. :D

Youtube: https://youtu.be/5TOaRZxQbGs?si=tAH31Rz_1uPP6dEn

lyrics:
I've been dreaming for so long
and never woke up back to reality
i never thought it could take so long
to learn such a solid morality

Thought i was screaming, nightmares dreaming
and it's time not to hide away
It's time for breathing, 
forget about those golden years so fly away

And then i opened my eyes and realize
that neon lights blinded my side
and it's time to get up my feet again
and regain what's mine and never let it again.

(p) & (c) STA, 2025.

Thought I Was Dreaming

A dark song in a jazz style, revolution and all that stuff

Against The Wall

Cast of Characters:
Joe Stroffolino-- @joseph-stroffolino -- Taylor 114ce acoustic guitar, main vocals, harmony vocals, lyrics, composition 
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Fender HSS Telecaster electric guitar
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– Tom Anderson Custom T electric guitar, mix, mastering, and production
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – piano
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- four string Fender Precision Bass with a plectrum 
 
This song began as one of Joe's, lyrically centered songs, which he wrote and filled in with VST instruments. He came up with the lyrics by sharing ideas with fellow SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani.
   Knowing that Josh is a fan of his work, Joe offered this song to him in hopes that he'd share it with the rest of the band. Of course, Josh jumped at the opportunity to work on his song, and immediately shared it with the rest of the group. 
  Ken went to work first, adding his driving, excting drums. Josh was having a hard time coming up with a good bass line for it, until Ken suggested that he use the power of the 1/8 note to propel it. Tez was up next with his clever fills you hear throughout the first half of the song. Stephen came along right after and matched Tez's energy for the guitar fills in the second half of the song. 
  It was still missing a solo in the designated spot, though, so Mark stepped up with his innovative piano solo you hear in the middle. If it sounds a little mechanical, that's because he's using an arpeggiator to achieve the effect. We thought it sounded good in a song about AI, though. 
  Once all the parts were dialed in, and Joe had gotten all his vocals tuned up, we asked one of our resident pros, Stephen, to mix it for us. He did that and mastered it, too, expertly, as always.
  This is the first song we've ever done with Joe, and don't expect it to be the last. We all really enjoyed putting together, in no small part because Joe is such a competent, receptive, and gracious collaborator. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it. 
Original lyrics by Joe Stroffolino (and Michele Ansani):
When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers 
But I continued to play
And the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft
But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will think your songs are great even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure
And a catchy vibe and beat
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine

AI Sucks! (Eclectic Collective with Joe Stroffolino)

One theme , 4 different versions. With the huge help from my mate Wonder Georg !

The 4 Colors Pen w/ Georg Boehme

... The spinning wheel turns, days go by with countless chores around the house. Everything is on her shoulders – a dreamer husband, naughty children, the financial well-being of the family. With each passing year, her strength diminishes. New circumstances and inevitable mistakes, like tropical thickets, encroach on the comfort and well-being built with such difficulty. The wheel turns more and more slowly. The thread becomes thinner. And in the end, it breaks, no longer able to withstand the inexorable march of time…

«Incansable rueca de Úrsula Iguarán». Op.16-04. (2016)

Honshu

Inspired by “The New Colossus” by Emma Lazarus, 1883.
Copyright 2025

They got on boats, and they sailed across the ocean hoping for a better life
They left behind poverty, famine, hardship and strife
She lifted her lamp behind the golden door
She welcomed them with open arms 
But we don’t need those people any more 
We’ll use robots to tend our farms
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
They say a rising tide lifts all boats but now it’s every nation for itself
As the billionaires and oligarchs accumulate more wealth
We’re all just living on this rock floating in the vastness of space
You’d think we’d find a way to co-exist as one human race
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
Someday if you’re standing there waiting at the pearly gates
With a bunch of other people waiting in line to get into heaven
And you’re filling out God’s paperwork so you can immigrate 
How will answer that question did you love or did you hate 
There are people who call themselves Christians who don’t practice what they preach
They see a man whose down on his luck, and they consider him a human leech
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.
There’s an angry mob wearing red caps
And they’re pulling on a rope
They’re trying to knock down that statue that gave so many people hope.

Angry Mob Wearing Red Caps

The Million Star Hotel  (Rehearsal)

Mick on vocal, conga & sticks and Rob on wooden & steel guitars

Meet Me In The Morning

Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u71jAmLINOI
Catalogue: https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/

Les Inclassables

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!

There’s a treasure down deep in this garbage can
To find it, plug your nose, feel the dirt on your hands
Just remember that they never really understand 
Your personal Rosetta Stone



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