the build with the electric & ambient sounds is so very well done, along with the building vocal intensity and voices Christopher; (if SC would only do a job of announcing when people one follows have new tunes I'da listened in January )

A sweet poem with childlike reverence for the winds of time and life. I like the delicate guitar break. Durge

I love the sentiments of this song, I swear time is going by faster each year. Another lovely production, Christopher. Worthy of the headphones indeed. You blend the ambient sounds with the guitar beautifully.

This song is dedicated to Alejandro Quiceno, waiting for a new collab with him, and to thank him for his continued support ! I used a drum track I made for a try with him.
Don't forget to check his page https://soundcloud.com/alex-q-2

For Alejo

mister big is coming after you
nobody knows just what he'll do/
in the middle of the night,
maybe he'll surprise you...

written by naldo
keyboards by guillaume
drums by greek god yanni
guitars and harmonica by naldo
produced by kid otari

Recorded on tape at the Laundry Room, Oakland California
8-channel 1/2" Otari MX5050

mastering by guillaume
soundcloud.com/guillaumelecompositeur/tracks

Mister Big

For a more dense rhythm section I needed agility on bass line so this time, instead of the double bass, I chose to use my old dear electric bass, an old Cort that's been with me since high school. I haven’t played it for a long time, it’s been fun, I think I will do it again soon.
About the picture: actually the place of the photo is not a station or an airport, it is part of a photographic work I made some years ago on the concept of non-place like the big malls. But a non-place is also, some way, an all-places, every places from which to leave or arrive...
The real truth is that I've always liked this photo, for the perspective plane and because it's full of lines with variety of lights and shadows... In short, I couldn't wait to find an excuse to use it :)

Have a nice trip!

Arrivals and departures

Inspired by Eloy and Yes, this is my first finalized song of the year. It wouldn't be possible without Blessed Studio, Indonesia. More info soon.

Words and Music by Adam Majdecki-Janicki.
Arrangement and Production by Blessed Studio, Indonesia.

Look around
What you see
It is quite another view
What you are
What you'll be
It's the mystery of you

You don't know
Try to find
But you'll never know the truth
There's a lock
On your heart
If you tear this lock apart

You will see
The daybreak rainbows
Waiting for
Showers of your rain
You are not insane
You are not insane
You are not insane

No

Pedestals of greatest minds caught in acid blast
Temples crumble, masses rumble to the Neverlast
Storm is coming, hide you child in your endless dream
Reality is a monster, it ain't what it seems

Crash you down and paint you gray, that's what she would do
But reality is over now, the dream belongs to you
A better life inside your mind, learn to make it real
Heal the masses, let them see, let them live and feel

Someday
I'll find a light there
Inside my soul so blue
I'll find a path that's true
I'll tramp it all the way

Slowly
I'll step inside this
Door to ancient light
Forget the concrete night
And follow to the day

Maybe
You will follow
And you will go my way
All pain will go astray
And we will be as one

"Daybreak Rainbows" (2023)

Hey… thanks for dropping by. This is a simple Blues song. Songs, such as this, happen when I find myself in a songwriting slump. Lack of inspiration and ideas exacerbate the situation, pushing me back to the Blues. I grumpily relent then wallah, a song. And what better Blues theme than relationships? Seems I mine that gold often, which maybe says more about me than I’d like to reveal. But who cares? It’s the Blues. Here, Winter will not let go. Bitter, unrelenting winds, near horizontal snowfall, and minus 18F tonight. I looked outside this morning and a rabbit was waiting by the front door for me to put some carrots out. All the birds were hunkered down in thick pines, except for some ravens scavenging the neighborhood. There were some high flying geese as well, that flew by. They always seem to panic in the frigid weather. It almost sounds like they’re honking… ‘let’s get outta here.’ I don’t blame them. The deer are more wary now for some reason, and I only see their frozen tracks and fresh tree/sapling rubbings. I wrapped a couple trees to protect them, buried others in snow, but left 4 where they had scraped the bark bare. I will probably have to cut those trees down, but will wait to see if they survive. After getting some garden carrots for the rabbit, I decided to shovel some snow and work on my ice beard. It was cold enough today that condensation from my breath froze on my beard. They have an ice beard competition here and post pics of the best ones. There are some maniacs who stay out in the cold to ‘grow’ solid ice beards, and a chance at winning. Some have icicles hanging off their chin. No cheating with pouring water on your beard. Just having snow blowing into your beard along with some condensation from breathing. I let my face thaw out, when I came inside. Later in the afternoon… I walked down the the mailbox in the wind and there were tiny little horizontal icicles on the latch. I had to walk around a semi truck, completely blocking the road. The truck driver tried to turn onto our street and got stuck in a deep snowdrift. A neighbor came down and pulled the semi out with his tractor. I watched for a bit, then headed home. So now I am glad I am inside. Take care, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Wrong Turn Blues

Written January 2023
How is it this time of year already?
Listen with headphones.


January


I’m not one for acting on the wing
Nor New Years resolutioning 
Although I plan for things ahead 
Keep a diary beside my bed 
Make a list of everything I’ve done when
January comes around again 

In March I’ll see the daffodils arrive
Bluebells always make May come alive 
In June it is my birthday then July 
I’ll gasp at how the year is flying by 
Autumn takes me by surprise and then 
January comes around again 

The children grow so fast I can’t believe 
How one day they’re dependent next they leave 
I remember thinking childhood was so long 
With the swiftness of my blinking it was gone 

The sun and moon go racing through the sky 
The days get ever shorter don’t know why 
Can’t push upon a brake and slow it down
Can’t stop the Earth from spinning round and round 

One day there’ll be no chorus left to sing 
No more will summer follow on from spring 
The final chapter and the book will close 
The final petal falls down from the rose 
Until that time I’ll wait in line for when 
January comes around again

Image taken by CJW

January

Spring Awakening

# acoustic
I am happy to play in an ensemble with Francesco again.

violin - Rosin Dust
all guitars, double bass - Francesco Cartocci

Here is wonderful music of Francesco
@francescocartocci

Here are our other collaborations:
@ soundcloud.com/rosindust/sets/grazie-francesco

La Primavera - with Francesco Cartocci

Groovin The Moves - Remastered

RISING

A boat, beneath a sunny sky
 Lingering onward dreamily
  In an evening of July
   Children three, nestled near
     Eager eye and willing ear
      
       Pleased a simple tale to hear
        Long has paled that sumer sky
         Echos fade and memories die
          Autumn frosts have slain July
           Still she haunts me, phantomwise
            Alice moving under skies
             Never seen by waking eyes
              Children yet the tale to hear
               Eager eye and willing ear
                
                Lovingly shall nestle near
                 In a wonderland they lie
                  Dreaming as the days go by 
                   Dreaming as the summers die
                    Ever drifting down the stream
                     Lingering in that Golden Gleam
                      Life, what is it but a dream
    
           Poem by Lewis Carroll
 adapted to music and additional lyrics by Arma Ignifera
a B-Dub production, produced by Herronsound Llc mix update 9/9/2023

08/15/2023

Linger In the Golden Gleam ~ Monaco '66

I have been writing songs on and off over the last 30+ years. In that time I’ve filled a couple of exercise books with quite a bit of music. I do my best with a very simple recording set up, the songs are all recorded using my 29 year old Washburn guitar and GarageBand on my iPad with a cheap mic in my front room, usually with a cup of coffee. And some biscuits.

January

Christopher Joseph Wallace

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