surprising after all I've heard ... so delicate and mooving, the change of style surprise me, you're a very good musician ... love this ..

Don't know how I missed this little gem. Tender melancholic little treat.

@aprilelykke: Thank you Aprile. Like your page too. Chris

Just listening to the SC stream, and your track came up. Wonderful!

Finally © Chris Wiggs 5 October 2015
Artwork © Chris Wiggs 8 October 2015


Finally

The second song with which I had the pleasure of making with the amazing Amanda Sanderson! 
soundcloud.com/phoebeelena.   We hope you enjoy and thank you very much for listening!

Amanda Sanderson: Vocals, lyrics, art work
Me: music, mixing

Lyrics:

How did it end this way?
So much pain on display.

So needless this distress, 
Despair and emptiness.

This cannot sustain, 
Whoever is to blame,
This is the end of the game.

How did it end this way? 
So much pain on display.

So needless this distress, 
Despair and emptiness.

This cannot sustain, 
Whoever is to blame,
This is the end of the game.

Got to rid my mind, 
Leave it all behind.

From darkness to light, 
Got to rid my mind, 
Darkness to light...

On Display (with Amanda Sanderson)

I present to you my cover of the truly AWESOME track MADNESS by the very brilliant MUSE. Given many of the influences of MUSE has been some of the music of the 80s by band like Depeche Mode i have given this cover a more 80s feel.  ENJOY XXXX

Released in 2012 on the album The 2nd Law.
Written by Matt Bellamy 
Produced , arranged and performed by Me :)
Buy the album here - https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-2nd-law/551989940

MADNESS (cover)

found this one lurking in the corner of a file... & gave it a polish
Rob Bartholemew sax
Nicole bvs

Trouble

Trout Fishing in America
	By David Husted
	16 MAY 2020
	
	V1a
	 I can't hit that  top………can't take it any longer
	 0.1% ……….not taking new members
	They say you got to give your life to me
	They say they'll help you dig your grave
	Still shucking that corn for da man who don't mourn you
	
	V1b
	What you gonna do when the world won't play?
	What you gonna do when we break those chains?
	What you gonna do when we're face to face
	See our blood, sweat and tears,……. maybe a little taste of
	Peace …………Love…….and some of that Amazing Grace
	
	Pre-ch
	Down for the count now, I really had to meet ya
	rolling on the ground without your power, without your millions
	Leaking out the pockets of the towered coward leaders
	Bribes, lies, recognize you ain't got nowhere to rise
	
	V1c
	I refused
	I will not be used
	Wont give my life away
	Gonna make my own plans
	Gonna pay my own way
	
	Ch
	But Today, Baby
	Wanna spend my life with you
	Cause I Love You
	
	{instrumental}
	
	I lay down but I ain't gonna sleep
	Cause I ain't gonna close my eyes
	I am the lion; I dream
	
	V2 {call and response}
	
	I refused
	{I Can't Hit that  top………can't take it any longer}
	I will Not Be Used
	{0.1 % ……….not taking new members}
	Wont Give My Life Away
	{They say you got to give your life to me}
	{They say they'll help you dig your grave}
	Gonna make my own Plans
	Gonna pay my own way
	{Bribes, lies, recognize you aint got nowhere to rise}
	
	Ch
	But Today, Baby
	Gonna spend my life with you
	What you gonna do when we're face to face, You'll See
	Our  blood, sweat and tears,……. maybe a little taste of
	Peace …………Love…….Amazing Grace
	
	Bridge
	Cracks; burning inside  of my baby grand
	Slap the keys like nutter-butter slippin-in the frying pan
	Cranking out the metaphors better than a Brautigan
	I hope he still out there "Trout Fishing in America"
	
	Outro
	
more detail on the song production process below for those who care to dig deeper:

I happened to surf across an article about Richard Brautigan. I found the story mildly interesting. The article's author was writing about a recent biography that had come out about Brautigan.  The  picture he painted of the man did not seem flattering.  In fact, he made him sound like a real misogynistic, drunken asshole which I am sure he very well may have been.  However, what caught my eye in his write-up was a reference to Brautigan's book called "Trout Fishing in America".  

I recall chuckling at the way the article's author stated Brautigan used the phrase "trout fishing" or "trout stream" in ways that made the reader double-take. Some of the book's cultural popularity was misleadingly due to that title's use in the more conventional sense. However, Brautigan would personify the phrase "trout fishing" onto people or places or things throughout the book. This was un-conventional for the time and trippy to me. It created a sort of ear-worm of magic on me during my own song development process. It was a needed hit of hippie, beat generation, creative juice just in the nick of time. The trout stream which had been simmering for close to a year was dusted off, revised and finally completed.  

This song may be about my ongoing discontent with the state of our world. It may be about my deep conviction that we can and will do better. It may be about my general state of happiness despite the world we live in. It may be about trout fishing in America.  

Thank You for sharing a moment with me. I appreciate your friendship as I continue to cobble my musical creations together one trout fish at a time. 

Here's to you with much gratitude. 

V/r

Dave

the nook

Trout Fishing in America

I was practicing some groove training in E and stumbled across this Open Collab from the hardest working man on SC...Paploviante. Paul put it out there for us a couple of years ago...under the title "Back on the Road." While Paul's bass and the entire track is awesomely TIGHT my lead playing is raw, messy and hopefully to your ears...good fun. If you haven't played with Paploviante's open collabs (i find that hard to believe) you'll find theme here...https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle

Good Messy Fun (Paploviante Open Collab)

Arms Wrapped Around

Often it’s so lonely – even in a pair
When darkness strikes and streets are full of fear
It’s as though love’s gone to ground
And we steel ourselves again
To faces set like masks in silent stare

But even though I’m hollow 
You’ll warm me up inside
With your arms wrapped around, 
With your arms wrapped around

And even though you’re empty
I’ll lift you up tonight
With my arms wrapped around, 
With my arms wrapped around

Yes we’re on the streets tonight – marching with a sign
Cause love is the very thing we’re living for
And when the fight will dissipate
The anarchy has fled
We’ll crawl between the sheets and bolt the door

Yes even though I’m hollow . . . my arms wrapped around

You’re wrapped around me – I’m so glad you’re here 
Squeezing me tighter – I’m never gonna you let go

Arms Wrapped Around

Written and recorded 15/16th August 2020

My first post-lockdown 'one-weekend' song...

The lyric is based on my experience of visiting the Fushimi Inari shrine in Kyoto in 2018, a magical day that I will never forget.

Photography by Chris Syme

Lyrics:
At the foot of the mountain
I contemplate the journey I'll make
To be enlightened
To be enlightened

I never doubted
That this would be the fate that I'd face
Gateway to Heaven
Now and forever

At the foot of the mountain
I find I'm in a dream-like state
Tranquil and silent
Into the silence

Foot Of The Mountain

Black Hole Rising

Many thanks to Monkey Blood Lowdown, third world renowned multi-instrumentalist, board certified licensed ninja, expert nerf dart marksman, and retired Kawasaki mechanic(https://soundcloud.com/monkeybloodlowdown?ref=clipboard). This is his tune, and he plays the drums and organ. I'm grateful to have the opportunity to add the rhythm and lead guitars to this rendition. You should check out his original (https://soundcloud.com/monkeybloodlowdown/long-phase-1?ref=clipboard), which I favor over this rendition; I won't pretend to have improved it. I would be much obliged if you gave that one a spin. 

Also check out the work Monkey Blood Lowdown does with this oddball groove band, one of my favorite bands: https://soundcloud.com/user-291890055?ref=clipboard
For more BB, and you will want more: https://soundcloud.com/user-358500314?ref=clipboard
And with myself and others here:
https://soundcloud.com/natt_brus

Long Phase (A Monkey Blood Lowdown Hoedown)

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

Just like writing songs.

Downloads are still free.

youtu.be/jzjPkzL7tqQ

Chris

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