Dishing Out The Appreciation: Thanks for all your awesome playlists and comments on You Listen!

All my collab with my fantastic friend Cam-O
https://soundcloud.com/christoffersen-weber

Music : Blind Session
Vocals and text :Cam-O

Blind Session Feat Christoffersen Weber

Our Liberty - Christoffersen Weber feat Blind Session

Merci à mon ami Cam O qui a écrit ce texte 
son timbre de voix est magnifique   
 En français ça serait


j'ai vu ta photo
c'était magnifique
et tu avais les yeux de la jeunesse
et je te sentais
et c'était réel
je ne peux pas renoncer à toi
 

j'imagine que nous étions destinés à
changer avec le temps
tout le monde à son temps

toujours de toutes les façons je pense
que cela n'a pas d'importance
toujours de les  toutes les façons
ce n'est pas un changement

parfois tu dois aller sous la surface..

Cam O

Blind Session Cam O - old photo in a junk drawer

far away from this place
far away from this time
a familiar face
a familiar life
small island lies between them

your beauty is
not hard to find
your beauty is
misunderstood sometimes

in a different place
in a different time
circumnavigate

https://soundcloud.com/blindsessionproject

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhALNSLFGhU

your beauty is - blind session/camo

This must be from the 70s. Copy of a song written by Shane Love Appling.

Album

LaterTonight

Collaboration with Cam-O my special friend .Mike is so talented
Voice and lyrics by Cam-O @christoffersen-weber
Mucic by Blind Session (Did)



went outside today
the sky was blue
the breeze cool
could see the beautiful earth below

the endless procession of airplanes no longer crowding the skies

the endless procession of airplanes no longer crowding the skies  Cam-O and Blind Session

Didier on the composition
Mike on the mic
https://soundcloud.com/blindsessionproject

STAY AWAY FROM ME
STAY AWAY FOR YOUR OWN GOOD
A LITTLE LOWER DOSAGE 
IS WHAT WE NEED

we try and we try to get away from what we can't escape and we don't know where to go but we try and we try to escape and we don't know which way out oh

oh ya look to the right, look to the left, down way
try to go somewhere but nowhere is open at all
so strange
everything is different all of a sudden
oh no we all run, run

runnin' in place

runnin' in place - blind session/cam-O

Vincent van Gogh passed away July 29th, 1890,
“Vincent’s Letter” was released July 29th, 2020

I figured there’s no better time than 130 years later…

When I was very young, I had dreams about his paintings. 
 His paintings inspired a deep love in me for art at an early age, and I wanted to be a painter like him

 Music won me over, but I remember being about 10 or so - when I first started playing music a lot - and I promised this self-portrait painting of Van Gogh that I’d write a song (or several) for him that a lot of people would hear.  Yea I made a verbal promise to a painting.  
It wasn’t the first or last time...  I was a weird kid.

The funny thing is?  This isn't even Van Gogh, as I much later found out.  It's "Dr. Gatchet", who was a physician who was treating Van Gogh.  Vincent painted him, and they actually look a lot alike!  But I made the promise to this painting, so here it is
   I hope you enjoy it
_____________________________

Vincent’s Letter
____________________
home, it’s a little loud
a love breaks me down every day
a little more, she comes & slips away
my love hurts me now
a little more every day
love simply breaks me down, 
a little more every day
I’m hearing you crying inside,
 why don’t you look outside and find yourself?
I’m trying every day, a little more in every way

my heart, my hands are sleepy
my foot is stomping on the paint
a little love, colors break my heart
a little more every day, 
a little love, comes in breaks my heart
a little more every day
a little love, cousin, breaks my heart
a little more every day

my home, will you break me down?
a little more every day
our love, cousin, breaks me too
a little more every day…
a little home, my!…
crazies out of the sky!
it’s a yellow one!
I’m wondering why?
I got my heart beating still
mixed together with the colors that spill
I got my heart cousin
a little more every day
heavens harps, cousin, come to break me down
a little more every day

Vincent's Letter

Watch the video and listen to You Listen while soaking in the vibes of Mexican agriculture circa 1950s here: https://fb.watch/2tXYb4EpAr/

I deeply recognize the disparity in ways natural and human disasters affect different groups of people and the need for greater equality of care. I also recognize that I live with many privileges that others do not have. And with these recognitions, I still believe there is space for us all to have a gratitude practice while passionately endeavoring for positive change.  

I am grateful for all the accumulated creativity and work of our ancestors that lead to the eventual creation of the internet and SoundCloud which has enabled us to remain artistically connected during this period of increased physical isolation. 

May everyone’s seeds be fruitful and multiply.

Jonathan Beckenstein: Rhythm Guitar, Fake Steel Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein
Calebass: Guitars and Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/calebass
Jon Lock: Bass
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5 
Janine Levinson: Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson
 the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, and Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix, Master, and Campfire Leader
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

We thank this seed with its potency
To bring forth fruits so copiously
With opened hearts and festivity  
4 20 days of ceremony 
 
You listen
Oh, you listen
We’re thankful that 
You listen

You listen
Yea, you listen
In the morning dew
You glisten

We honor you with crimsoned desire
Following Nanahuatl who jumped in the fire
May your sacrifices continue to inspire
And bring forth gratitude until we expire 

The days are long and the weather is hot
We call on the rains to weather our crops
Bless the labor of men and divined thought 
Honored to sacrifice for all that we got 

We thank this seed with it’s potency
To bring forth fruits so copiously
With opened hearts and festivity  
4 20 days of ceremony 
 
We be handing out the alms for the love of Xipe Totec
Got the gods in the house garlands all around their necks
Sitting on sheaves, leaves of tzapote 
Honoring renewal of life and all that is holy 
Flayed in the way maize loses layers 
With hope of vegetation we given up the prayers
Flayed in the way maize loses layers 
With hope of vegetation we given up the prayers

Jonathan Beckenstein, Janine Levinson, Jon Lock, Russ, Calebass & CK - You Listen

Amazon

Good Night and Sweet Dreams

Firstly on easy listening 6/4 bars, I cut some notes out of the main theme so as to give it dynamism, and finally obtained a prime amalgam of 17 quarter notes. I hid any recognizable thing in the accompaniment, and for the organic lines (voice and guitars) I tried the strong rhythm would not fix too much the melodies, first paying a lot of attention, and finally ... just letting me go.

Translated lyrics:

Oídos sordos (17 negras)  /  Deaf ears (17 quarter notes)

Quiero gritar todo lo que siento, estando solo;  /   I want to shout out everything I feel, being alone;
pero gritándolo al viento y si no contesta,  /  but shouting it at the wind and if it doesn’t answer,
dime, ¿de qué me sirve? (bis)  /  tell me, how does that help me? (bis)

Todos los vientos conocen mi historia  /  All the winds know my story
pero no hacen nada.  /  but they don’t do anything.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

He estado aquí y allí gritando como un loco,  /  I’ve been here and there screaming like a madman,
pero todo sigue igual.  /  but it’s all the same.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

Ahora sé que no sirve de nada;  /  Now I know it’s no use;
el viento sois todos que callais al verme,  /  all of you are the wind, silent when you see me,
y dejáis que hable y hable,  /  and letting me speak and speak,
y dejáis que hable y hable y hable.  /  and letting me speak and speak and speak.

No creo que vuelva mañana  /  I don’t think I’ll be back tomorrow
a escuchar vuestro silencio.  /  to listen to your silence.
Quiero encontrar a alguien. (bis)  /  I want to find someone. (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)
Image: "Red eared cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

runnin' in place - blind session/cam-O

cam-o the chameleon