For the arpeggio moments we all have in our lives. Or maybe you don't? What, never? Are you sure??

Published on 27 October 2023

Remastered using SC’s mastering feature.

It's neat to repeat: You're never alone with a drone

Arpeggi-Au-Go Go (remaster)

Homage to Robbie Basho who I discovered via my love for John Fahey. This is in no way meant to copy or compete with American Primative style. Just use what you like to kindle a feeling of your own.

Sprit Of Eagle Mountain

A chord theory practice piece, inspired by the Main Theme of Interstellar.

Falling Into The Stellar

I sat and played the
Piano so free
My fingers felt nimble
So I practiced Czerny
Sounds tickled my ears
Flying over the keys
Music, Oh Music
How lovely to hear!

A Musing #5

Blue, Yellow and Red

Well, its a Monday so that can only mean one thing, Its time for a remix of a song from 2016 that no one asked for!
So here is my alternate version and remix of this awesome song.
Its filled with awesome performances and magic.
As it's an alternate version, there are some differences between this and the original. The intro is completely rebuilt as i didn't have any of the parts. I also decided to use a previous arrangement with a piano solo instead of an acoustic guitar solo, and omitted a keyboard solo. This was mainly done because i genuinely feel like its the best choice for the song, but also because i didn't have them!

This was such a pleasure to work on, in 2016 OR 2023.

Bass - @stringburner
Drums - @bobfishreturns
Guitars - @danarchx
Keyboards - @jules-keys-1

check out the original version here
https://soundcloud.com/jules-keys-1/distant-mirrors-mirko-borach-a-man-called-martin-dan-van-den-berg-and-julien-apelian

Distant Mirrors - Mirko Borach, Bob Fish, Dan Van Den Berg & Julien Apelian (alt version & remix)

Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to visit this track.
There are families all over the world who are isolated. Wars and conflicts have nothing to do with them. We learn this information from the news. In a far away place! Don't tear families apart and don't violate people's lives. I hope that the minimum order that should be maintained is maintained.

Isolation

The Most Beautiful Gift In The World

The melody is alarming and insistent, as if quietly reminding you to wake up

alarm

Hell is a condition that I remain within.
I am trapped in the agony of my own mind,
for God did not see fit to include an escape
during my Creation.

My body is the barbed wire fence
around my jail.
He, in His Wisdom, made me healthy,
made me able-bodied,
but I, in defiance of His love,
starve and cut this vessel of mine.

All around me are souls free of their own prisons,
or at least with bigger, kinder cells than mine.
They wear the keys to freedom around their necks
and suffer not.
Meanwhile I freeze in the cold embrace of perception,
berating myself
as if I were the Devil.

I have sentenced myself to eternity alone,
yet I seek the path to nonexistence.
I, the selfish monster I have always been,
wish to leave this world,
leaving my agony behind
with the lives I have slithered into.

Every detail of Creation reminds me of my sins.
Salt in wounds I will not let heal.
Every memory a flame,
a red hot piece of metal
pressed to my skin.
I pray in labored breaths
that the singeing of my flesh
might be enough to exonerate me.

Each day on this Earth convinces me more
that I was not made to see Eternal Life.
My scarred body will not rise to rest beside the Lord.
I was born to lay in the ground forever,
eternally marked
with the injury that ends me.
I was not made to defile the embrace of Heaven,
but to fizzle out
like every other evil of the Earth.

To those I love,
I am a tick,
a finite blemish,
praying for a little more time
to be lied to
before I am wiped away.

prisoner of my own mind // forgot why I make music

listen on spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0KhF2jag89wbNqHdUQ0fB0

Soft echoes, surreal textures, and a hypnotic rhythm that drifts between midnight thoughts and lucid dreams.

INSOMNIA

Hey, my name's ChocoYoki
Changing up the tones of what feels lonely.
I'm always out trying to fly,
Doing my best and not asking, "why?"

My rythm is intangible, some consider it unmanageable.
I'm genreless, but still on the list.
Making music on a whim, just a small swim,
A little shy, but not a small fry.
Love to train, no pain equals no gain,
Overthinking, but never quitting,
Likes ramen, maybe that's uncommon.

I'm self-taught when it comes to the DAWs,
Wish I knew how to make the good sauce,
Played some many years of piano,
Just making random imaginary audio,
Followed by endless poems, 
Riddles just for Holmes,
A bit of my odd stories, 
Maybe even some random allegories.

I make some music for friends,
I wanna be good by the time I reach The Ends,
Pushing forward without any rends,
Rising up to encourage good amends.
Wants to change everyone's world,
While still trying to become unfurled.