Whoa, this is amazing! Our synths love your synths! Is that you on that picture btw?

Back for another listen😊 Such a great flow- Love it!🙏🏻

Wild track, in that crazy cool category :)

A collab with electro synth popppers Highly Motivated Staff (check them out here: https://soundcloud.com/highly-motivated-staff). They added, as you may have guessed, a few synths here and there. A few of their underpaid staff were also forced to supply some "HOORAYs".

Enjoy!

Noise of the World

Miserable Today (Hooray!) feat. HMS

"Through My Eyes" (Edit.: Mastered in iZotope Ozone 11 on December 4th, 2023)

This is a partly improvised "smooth jazz" or "lounge" track made as a humble tribute to my - for the most part American - collection of the wonderful musical adventure called smooth jazz that has given me so much over the years (maybe also the term "Westcoast music" could be relevant here). 

I shall call this track "Through My Eyes" because it kind of tries to capture and present something about the American smooth jazz tradition - as seen through my eyes. 

This track was loosely inspired first by Mr. Keith Jarrett's two wonderful songs, "The Good America" and "Country" which both express an enormously positive and hymn-like feeling, and second by Johannes Brahms' Symphony No. 3 in F Major, III. Poco allegretto (Op. 90), the beauty of which has been "haunting" me for many years (and maybe also to some extent by Mozart's Symphony No. 40, I. Molto allegro, and Schubert's Symphony No. 8 "Unfinished", I. Allegro moderato, etc.).

I have not found out much about the origins of the two Mr. Jarrett's songs but in a recent interview he talks about them and rightly describes - if I understood correctly - the song "The Good America" as almost like a prayer. I also got the impression that both of these two Mr. Jarrett's songs kind of represent a view of America. 

I have also gotten inspiration here from the music of one of my all-time favorite jazz bands Spyro Gyra and from all the wonderful music that Mr. Carlos Santana has provided to the world. Last but not least as a source of inspiration I shall mention the music of Mr. Burt Bacharach (especially his breath-taking song "Bells of St. Augustine"). There is again also a bunch of other classical and popular music and jazz lurking on the background as a source of inspiration. 

The instruments and plugins I have been privileged to use here are once again my old workhorse Korg SGProX digital stage piano (master keyboard), Yamaha Montage 8 synthesizer (CFX Concert) and the wonderful instruments from Scarbee (Rhodes, EP-88S), Native Instruments (Abbey Road 80s Drummer), the UVI SonicPass and Arturia V Collection. The drum grooves, fills etc. are from the 80s Drummer and edited by me.

Through My Eyes

Everyone gets lost - at some point at least. Like that dog in the picture.

EveryOne

I done put the mustard in the ketchup bottle with this one.

Rivals

Collab w the great @Tea_are_sea (source tracks)

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PS Perkins of Mystic Tape Deck: Lyrics, Guitar, Robot Drums, Slice n Dicer, Salad Spinner, Snuggling Bears, Toenail Creams

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Soundless syllables tumble from clacking keyboards
No breath behind them, no flapping meat of tongue
No hiss of air squirting through saliva moistened glands
Words hurled into the ether, never piercing air
Just a void of space between screen and brain
And endless war, all around us human suffering
Rattling guns spraying hot globs of lethal loathing
Led by lecherous liars, far removed in boardrooms
Rolling across their polished marble floors 
In luxurious leather chairs
Sprays of spittle, squabbling over jagged graphs
Submerged in sticky syrups 
Selling toenail creams
Stain removers, starchy stiffeners, snuggling bears
Glitter ponies gliding through morning scented meadows
Where the wallet fruit hang ripe, heavy and sweet with sap
Honey dripping from their checkbooks
Self appointed, self anointed deities, hidden dealers of death
Life affirming, fate confirming algorithmic determinations
Bloated words, puffy and gaseous, 
Farting out of flaring mouths
Exhaust pipes roaring, belching blackened clouds
The song of industry now ineludible, vibrational prisons
Noxious noise where a hundred years ago there was silence
Murmuring melodies of malodorous murder machines
Something to sell you, something to tell you
Coins to jingle gently in your pocket
As gluttonous gobs drip with drool
Leaving slobbery stains and muddy smears
Ground into the social fabric
By the twisting intemperate heels
Of four thousand dollar shoes

Tea R Sea: Social Fabric / PS Perkins: Four Thousand Dollar Shoes

Nice groove from a jam…
…with Leon Carter on the drums, Dave Toolan and Charlie Villiers on the guitars, and myself on the bass and singing.

The lyrics are some excerpts from this rambling notepad poem I wrote;

Your Soul

So, how do you see your soul?
Can you put it into words?
A spoonful of honey from the gods?
Or a germ? or a thirst?
Is your soul a magic bean inside a biscuit tin?
Or a ‘pass the parcel’ mystery delight, waiting deep within?
Or simply a church candle flickering in the night?
Or is it like a mint imperial; round, smooth and white?
Is it wrapped in paper, hidden in a drawer?
Or more like a snowdrop on the forest floor?
Perhaps a shiny pearl inside an oyster shell…
Or the piece of grit at the centre of the pearl?!
Or is it a lotus flower in the middle of the pond?
A golden nugget, a lightbulb, or a daisy?
Treasure, buried beneath a giant redwood tree?
Is it a tea-light in an old jam jar, on the bookshelf?
Is it the water in a glass, or the glass itself?
A penny in a pudding or a fountain in a square?
The cherry on the bun? … or do you think there’s nothing there?

And does it remain constant, or how does it change?
Does it tarnish? Does it spoil?
Does it rust? Does it stain?
Does it radiate and deplete?
Could it be your body heat?
Does it mature like wine, or does it grow?
Or does it dim and diminish, does it corrode?
Is it impervious and unwavering?
Is it needy and long suffering? 
Is it passive and detached?
Or does it get dented and scratched?

Does it start out as a blank canvas, onto which you paint?
Does it get corrupted, when once it was a saint?
A block of marble you chisel and carve,
Into a marvellous work of art?
Or a fire ignited by a heavenly spark?
To sometimes smoulder and sometimes blaze?
Does it age, over the years, just like a face?
Does it feed on love received?
And wither if deprived?
Needing just a splash of water or a hug to be revived?

Do we all have the same soul?
‘A universal soul’ shared out within us all?

The same life-force, pure at the core
Of every singer, nurse, salesman, junky, tourist, whore?
Every Christian, Muslim, Jew, and Buddhist…
Pagan, Sikh, Scientologist, and Druid?
Every pusher, every addict
Every guard, and every convict?

Even every chicken, and even every fox?
Even the sewer rats and the sparrow-hawks?
And the ants and the plants?
What about the worms and the germs?

Could our deepest inner-selves 
All be one and the same?
If I had lived 
The life you’ve lived
Would I be just the same?

Careful as you choose your metaphor
Your essence to describe
You can make yourself believe anything
You’ll believe your own lies

Words in jest or bravado, or in false modesty
May cast the dye, and shape your mould
When your story is being told…

So how do you see your soul?
Answers please, in the comments below?!

Your Soul

New MV release, by CULT BURY RIOT・太陽の王国(spade13)
 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nE8iFFV7ziU

弧状の聾唖  MV by YouTube

1年半くらい前からピアノを練習しています。
「これなら弾ける!!ジャズ・ピアノ」という本に載っていた、北島直樹さんが編曲した「Moanin'」にチャレンジしました。これは昨年録音したものです。
ちょっとミスっています(^^;)
ここを発表の場にして、もっと上手くなっていきたいと思いますのでどうか応援してください(笑)

I've been practicing piano for about a year and a half.
I tried ``Moanin''' arranged by Naoki Kitajima, which was featured in the book ``You Can Play This! Jazz Piano''. This was recorded last year.
I made a little mistake (^^;) 
I would like to use this as a place to make presentations and become even better, so please support me (lol)

Moanin' (Arranged by Naoki Kitajima)

The Road To Promise

in her eyes

i hear these voices in my head
i ain't tryin' to quiet them no more
i just give into them
there is no making sense of it
you just gotta go with it now
and Lady Luck may lead you to your destination now
it's only motion down below
you look above and see a million stars
it's hard to tell which way is up down in a hemisphere... 
don't you know where you're going boy
it seems that you have been a long time comin' to this place now
it seems so far but it seems so close
it's drawn me into the air
so hold on tight you never know
where you may know

www.youtube.com/watch?v=UI3kuvpBLtE

voices

The relationships and the music make it all worthwhile.

voices

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