Some real powerful vocals and fine playing on this song Chris. Always impresses me.

It certainly is a brilliant song Chris! and you sound great sista!Stunning guitars - I'd love to have one of those tin box 4's..such a crystal clear sound/resonance!Excellent production and writing by Joh and Jonas!Peace,light:)X

The vibe's going here are telling me to get out already!!! hahaha

love the lyrics to this song! great job Chris and John!

Love this Land   https://youtu.be/k0N2AcWDLRc
Bothering that thing  https://youtu.be/Os82Z9Y-V-k
Salt River Town  https://youtu.be/2bh5B0MGWfg
Good Lovin' Man   https://youtu.be/cj5cM-MtKwM
The Lamp of Welcome   https://youtu.be/fY1RSBKL6LM
Whiskey, Blues & Coffee   https://youtu.be/p_WSEnJzbyc
Troubles in the Kitchen   https://youtu.be/s0m29cXC56M
Little Kelp Waltz   https://youtu.be/JGFRDPmo7Sk
The Salley Garden   https://youtu.be/Kzodqzwbjr4
Ein kleiner moondance   https://youtu.be/cwkF6MZ8E4k
Fire Burning   https://youtu.be/Yioq18GlzZ8
Get me out of Memphis   https://youtu.be/tkpuUDGlxO4

Songs & Tunes with "home movies" ~ Chris O (see video links in description)

Little to say but... enjoy !!

https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson: original instrumental theme on keys and drums, vocals.
Ruizzoidman: lyrics, vocals, bass, guitars, production.
Mahatma Ghandi: speech at Inter Asian Conference, 02/04/1947

Lyrics:

A renaissance is needed
in this present we’re living.
Now is the time (2)
Recognising one another
as a friend, as a true brother.
Now is the time (2)
We need empathy…

By sectarian politicians
humankind is being confronted.
Now is the time (2)
Troubles they want us to see,
people live them more easily.
Now is the time (2)
We need pragmatism …

We’re all part of minorities,
the red haired or left handed.
Now is the time (2)
No more talk about left or right,
no more minding if black or white.
Now is the time (2)
We need global thinking …

A renaissance is needed
in this present we’re living.
Now is the time (2)
Love flows freely in every heart.
Revolution inside each one.
Now is the time (2)
We need empathy…

It's The Time (with Janine Levinson)

Video link:   https://youtu.be/Os82Z9Y-V-k
An old country blues written by Kansas Joe & Minnie McCoy way back in 1930.
My friend Keith Nicholson makes cigar box guitars...so here's a fun lo-fi track with  both the cigar box picking (via piezo & Krivo pickups) and  Canjo rhythm.

Botherin' that thing (video link in description)

I think we sometimes worry too much about what someone else may think and not enough about what we think is right. It's like being in a lecture afraid to raise your hand to ask a question because you are afraid others will laugh at you but come to find out everyone had the same question.Live your life your terms. just don't hurt anyone and respect others

lyrics
now that I'/ older and my sight is poor
I can see things I never saw before
now that I'm older and my hearing is poor I can hear all the things you've been telling me for years

I see the old men alone in the park
wishing they were younger and had a new start
I didn't realize until just now
that I am living their dream every time I wake up
but the dream's slipped into the shadows for me
it's slipped through my hands
time hides in the shadows and waits, disguised as forever 
until it's too late

you can't go back you can only regret
so take your best shot don't second guess
you can feel what is right and you know what is wrong
don't just write down the words you're thinking
stand up and sing the song out loud

don't worry about what others might say
at the end of it all it's your own judgement day

It's your call

quasi una serenata

The Fairies Coo

Nobody...

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves:  Vocals
Gary Reeves:  Drums
Hans-Michael Albers:  All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

In the aftermath of Bri's death, me and my brother Gal had many conversations about ways in which we could celebrate his life, particularly in regard to his music.  His songs were the soundtrack to our life, pretty much uncelebrated outside of the family circle but as important to us as those that spawned lifelong careers for their creators in the big wide world existing outside the close-knit Reeves clan.
Through his membership at the mental health charity Core Arts, Gal became aware of SoundCloud.  In May 2012, he logged-in for the very first time and quickly  became utterly fascinated with the site.  Before long, he created a page called ‘Mountain Songs’, so named after Rocky Mountain, the alter-ego Bri had adopted during his late teenage years.
More in hope than expectation, Gal posted a few songs. Plays didn’t exactly flood-in at first, until Gal realised that to get, one had to give, so he set about finding artists whose music pushed all the right buttons. So began an obsession that would take him to unexpected horizons and which, in return, brought many to the Mountain Songs page. 
One who returned time after time was an Australian artist called ‘Chris O’, who left behind so many positive, encouraging comments.  At that stage he didn’t even know how to reply to these but Chris took the trouble to educate him in the finer points of SC etiquette and as time went on, a true music friendship was born.  When she was touring the UK, she even took the trouble to visit him on more than once occasion, virtual friends becoming in-the-flesh real.  
A few months ago, Chris sent Gal the most wonderful present.  Previously, Gal had sent her a link to a video he’d once made of cloud formations, which Chris seemed to enjoy very much.  Consequently, her gift was a wonderful video of clouds, seen from ground level and also from various aeroplane trips she'd taken over the years, accompanied by a stunning song called ‘Looking Up and Down’ which, to Gal’s amazement, she dedicated to him:   
https://youtu.be/3fHo4B1x_BY?si=3q2-8Vo_e3sJ10q9
Around the same time, Chris had left a comment under the Cripple Club song ‘My Atheist Angels’, lamenting that she had never found the love I had with Jo but in her usual way, expressing solace that she nonetheless had her “guitars, banjos and songs”.  This got me thinking that  maybe Chris had no idea how much and how widely she is herself loved.  And so started the germ of an idea for a song that would express my admiration for her talent and drive.  I know there are many among you who’d agree and hope I’ve managed to encapsulate that admiration in the track.  Many thanks for reading and listening.  (Terry Reeves)   

I met a brave woman by the name of Mrs O
Playing ‘The Blues’ flying high sometimes flying low
Guitars and Banjos pitching..always acoustic 
Singing and sharing a love affair with music

The Love Of Mrs O

No distance too far, mile by mile growing warm
Confidence of written word believing in art-form
Marriage strings and voice harmonising sounds
The love of freedom scales tightly in bounds 

The Love Of Mrs O

Concerts of brave, pulse to a time
Ensemble in waves, helping the climb
Brothers of blues, traveller of love
Live music choose, to fit like a glove

The Love Of Mrs O

Mrs O keeps soaring magnum opus in her hands
Song of friendship for a man from many bands
Expanse of cumulus clouds, filming for all to see
Never hiding from the challenge in the Nebulosity 

The Love Of Mrs O

Up and down across the world finding a closeness
No discrimination of any kind, love is always best
From ‘The Beatles’ land to a Sydney education 
Fondness for Mrs O, giving a continuous ovation

The Love Of Mrs O

THE LOVE OF MRS. O - CRIPPLE CLUB

Sonic Structures and Silent Stretches a.k.a. Jo Richter (@sonic-textures) wrote a series of 13 poems or cantos collectively titled Departure. He shared the texts with me, Stonerjazz, and Re-Evolution Cafe Orchestra and we have been working on the project of bringing them alive with music and soundscapes. We are hoping more SC artists will join us! Please reach out if you're interested in doing a reading. Check out the full playlist of Cantos so far here: https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/sets/departure-a-long-poem-in

On this track, the poem is read by Jo. He also created much of the soundscape. I contributed the bassier and more synthetic sounding parts.

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.

When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.

And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.

Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.

His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

Departure: Canto IV w/ sonic structures and silent stretches

So proud of our new Kinsâme track

Kinsâme is ( kyt & Wivresse)
kyt :
https://soundcloud.com/kiyotoyoshihara

I pray the sparkle.
I trust the moon.
Moving is the target.
Flesh, this pink fire.


輝きを祈ります。
私は月を信じています。
移動が目標です。
肉、このピンク色の炎。

Pikapika Pinku - Kinsâme

Recording sessions from 16/08/2023 - 03/09/2023.
1 track MOOG Modular (vst Arturia),
1 track Monopoly (vst KORG),
1 track DX7 (vst Arturia),
1 track Drums (vst Addictive Drums),
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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A very long time ago, humans took nature's example on a large number of things with delicacy and respect, which was very beneficial to them.
Then as man's intelligence developed, he tried to do better than nature by respecting it as much as possible.
By trying to circumvent the laws of nature, she will turn against the one who outrageously hurts her because in everything there is a price to pay and here we are at dawn.

Il y a très longtemps, les humains prenaient avec délicatesse et respect, l'exemple de la nature sur un très grand nombre de choses, ce qui leur était très bénéfique.
Puis à mesure que l'intelligence de l'homme se développait, il essayait de faire mieux que la nature en la respectant autant que possible.
A force de chercher à contourner les lois de la nature, elle se retournera contre celui qui lui fait outrageusement mal car dans tout il y a un prix à payer et nous voici à l'aube.
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Experimental 
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❤️🕊️🙏 - Monkey Kata

Monkey Kata

First Pythyrsus song of this year with Mesmo :
https://soundcloud.com/mesmo1

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La vacuité du sens
Sans raison d'être
Flirtant avec le suicide
Érémitisme hygiénique
Branlette et développement personnel
Durable au blé
Le sensationnel usé jusqu'au lien
Puis se tromper pour exister
Et sourire aux esclaves
Connecteurs en condiments
Car...
Le silence impossible
Sauf au social
Sauf à ton père
À ma barre à mine dans

Hecame - Pythyrsus

A new song, written in the old style - (c) 2015 Chris O
Love happy endings ;-)

Recorded in my lounge room, and thanks to Eliot from Songcave Studios for the audio engineering on the mixes.

That beautiful photo is of Muddy Waters and I believe that is  his wife, Geneva Morganfield.


A Good Lovin Man

I had me a real flash dresser, with a pearly smile,
And a gold chain against his chest. 
He stood way out from the rank and file,
A daddy all the women loved best.

But it just ain't fair, I do declare,
'Cos he didn't have what I need.
Its just not fair and he didn't care,
Couldn't give me what I need.

Then I found me a Sugarman with lots of dough,
A chauffeur and a Chevrolet.
He didn't thrill my soul, and I told him so,
And sent him on his way.

But it just ain't fair, I do declare,
He couldn't give me what I need,
Oh it's just not fair, ain't had my share
'Cos he couldn't give me what I need.

Then I found me a man to love me true,
He rocks me all night long.
Don't need no heater when I go to sleep,
'Cos baby keeps my damper up strong.

Well life got fair, Lordy heard my prayer,
That man knows just what I need.
Life's divine and I'm feelin fine,
'Cos my man gives me what I need.

Now life's divine and I'm feelin fine,
'Cos baby gives me what I need.

Hmm hmm
Talkin about that good lovin man!

Good Lovin Man ~ Chris O

John Delk is a songwriter from Tennessee who I greatly admire, and I was very happy when he asked me to considering covering this smashing blues he composed with Jonas Hornfeldt from Norway, before I went to Memphis in January. Sadly I didn't have the time to record it before leaving, but here it is a few months later!
https://soundcloud.com/john_delk
https://soundcloud.com/surprise-youre-dead

The original with Jonas singing his great deep blues is here: 
https://soundcloud.com/surprise-youre-dead/get-out-of-memphis-tonight.

Composers: John Delk and Jonas Hornfeldt
Guitars, beats, vocals and audio engineering: Chris O
Photo: taken at The Shack Inn just outside Clarksdale, Mississippi by my friend Deb Mann.

I'm playing my "motorbike" 4 string Biscuit Tin Guitar on the rhythm, lead and slide tracks. It was made for me by Richard Keegan from Maplegrove Musical Instruments in Katoomba,  He's also on Soundcloud:
https://soundcloud.com/rick_k

Get Me Out of Memphis Tonight ~ my arrangement of a song by John Delk & Surprise You're Dead.

*This track is a fundraiser to support refugees & asylum seekers, see the BUY button*
Video link: https://youtu.be/fY1RSBKL6LM

One World, One Humanity, One Love...I wrote this song about two years ago, the sadness of witnessing refugees fleeing persecution ~  at the borders, sleeping in the the cold and mud,  watching on my TV, in my safe and comfortable lounge room. Some people around were so frightened by the "otherness" of these refugees, they forgot their common kindness and humanity, fearful that their comfortable lives in a democratic wealthy society were under threat. 
More recently we have seen a very different approach taken in New Zealand...togetherness, unity, forgiveness. The quote from Rumi many centuries ago references pathways to godliness and humanity.

The Lamp of Welcome ~ Chris O ~ March 2019
A dreamless night, under fields of stars,
the blankets bind our bodies warm and tight.
A sleep of peace, of innocence, for all the family.
Certain of the way it was, and is, and will forever be.

We all love to lead a gentle life.
We all long for the simple life.

A cold restless night under an absent moon,
When hunger strikes and water's gone too soon.
Cities turn to dust, and children play no more,
The last threads of hope are thrown out,
thrown out, to this foreign shore.

They all want to live a gentle life.
They all try so hard for the simple life.

"From a distance you can only see my light, but move in a little closer.
Come close and you will see that I, I am you" (Rumi)

See it with your mind, it could be you or me.
Hear it with your heart, the song of exile.
Just hold out the lamp of welcome, to the refugee.

The Lamp of Welcome

The Lamp of Welcome ~ by Chris O

https://youtu.be/2bh5B0MGWfg

Such a lovely little town, it deserves its own love song.

Banjo, lapslide & vocals Chris O
Audio Chris O

Salt River Town        (c)Chris Okunbor, October 2020

Springing rains are here again, ground is soaking down.
Rolling clouds come darkening, chasing folks from town.

Front porch singing, banjo ringing.
Front porch ringing, banjo singing.

Gonna get me a line, get me a pole, go fishing in a crayfish hole.

Rollin rains are here again.
Springing clouds come a-darkening,
Around, Salt River Town.

Rollin rains are here again,
springing clouds come a-sparkling,
the waters round Salt River Town.

Sister's Creek's got a crayfish creep, but they're running like the devil from me.
Flathead hiding at the Bend in the River, now its hurry on home for tea.

Front porch ringing, banjo singing.
The front porch ringing, banjo singing,
wise-up, about what’s enough.

Darkening clouds are here again.
And the rolling rain comes a-blowing in,
Whoa, Salt River Town.

Hear the ringing, hear the singing.
Front porch ringing, banjo singing,
learning, the meaning of enough.

Oh you know we love, 
the waters around Salt River Town.

Salt River Town

Salt River Town  (a love song for my little town) ~  Chris Okunbor

You're going along...life is hum drum...then Maxwell's Silver Hammer comes down on your head. Better make sure you take time out to crunch thru the leaves before it whacks you!!

                                             Youtube   http://youtu.be/xGuYjrJ6qC8

I'm very privileged to work closely with the Traditional Custodians of the Blue Mountains, the Gundungurra and Darug people, as well as those from other Aboriginal groups living here. Through their teachings and practices I'm developing a deeper understanding of my place in the natural world, and the here and now. Land of the Wedge-tailed Eagle.

Featuring Charlie McMahon on didgeridoo.

Copyright 2012


Love this Land ~ Chris O (video https://youtu.be/k0N2AcWDLRc)

Chris, hailing  from North West  Tasmania in Australia, is a singer-songwriter who pens originals, and  plays vintage music the way it used to be.  Her mashup of  Folk, Blues,  &  Americana  draws on a lifetime of  encounters with places, people, and the magic of nature;  echoing  a multitude of  global grassroots traditions. 
Traveling around carrying her “band” like a pack pony ~ lap-slide, banjo, uke, as well as a few plain ole guitars, she  regularly performs in Australia and Europe.
Growing up in Merseyside, England, Chris was exposed to the vibrant music scene of the late 60’s and 70’s,  and her music is has been influenced by  traditional folk, country blues, and  world music .
In 2016 she represented her State at the International Blues Challenge & National Women in Blues Showcase in Memphis,  and her second album,  “Wailin’ & Raggin’ the Blues” was  a   finalist for “Best Self-produced CD with the Blues Foundation , USA.  Her third album, “Twisted Roots & Twisted Highways” was  a finalist for Blues & Roots Radio Album of the Year in 2018.
www.chrisokunbor.net

Get Me Out of Memphis Tonight ~ my arrangement of a song by John Delk & Surprise You're Dead.

Chris O (2)

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