This piece was written in collaboration with John Koumourou, a wonderful, wonderful celloist.

Tranquility w cello

A special Thank You to Brandy Nicole Hammock for letting us use her beautiful poem, 'Oh Savannah, I Long for You'. 
Instrumental, Production by Oussama Arichi
Vocals, Mix, Production by Nadia Selvaggi
Trumpet by Francisco Grillo
Lyrics by Brandy Nicole Hammock: https://medium.com/@telleroftalesinbooks/a-poem-about-savannah-georgia-f4cbc67898ab

O Savannah by Oussama Arichi & Nadia Selvaggi w/ Francisco Grillo

I loved playing Muzio Clementi's Six Sonatinas when I was a student. I played them very fast and often strayed from the classical style to the dismay of my teacher! I still remember bits of each one. Here I recorded a set of 2 pieces based mostly on the Sonatina in C Major. I recorded them in one session and couldn't make up my mine which parts to take out for one piece. Take a listen to Part 2,also posted,  a remnant of this version. I hope you have fun listening as much as I had creating them!

Jennifer L. Jones
Music Dreams Productions

A Pianist's Folly

Here is the second track of the Peace Trilogy. I hope you enjoy it. As always, thank you for your support.

Angels we have heard on high,
Sweetly singing o'er the plains,
And the mountains in reply
Echoing their joyous strains.

(from Angels We Have Heard On High)
From a traditional French song called "Les Anges dans nos campagnes", with paraphrased English lyrics by James Chadwick.

Peace Trllogy

Peace Trilogy

Peace No. 02 (Trilogy)

Second Chance

||| Eternity |||
A darkwave / EBM track exploring the benefits of shadow work, being the process of exploring and integrating the unconscious parts of personality that may be repressed or rejected, often referred to as the "shadow self." This practice aims to increase self-awareness, heal emotional wounds, and promote personal growth by acknowledging and accepting all aspects of oneself, including those that are uncomfortable or hidden.

Open your mind to savage beats, pulsing synth bass and echoes in the abyss, while minimalistic spoken vocals guide you through the shadows.

Watch the video:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAGcFIKXQWU&feature=youtu.be
lyrics
Fast falls the eventide
The darkness deepens...
There is no life
No life
Without its hunger
But then you come
And I am filled with wonder
Sometimes
I think
I glimpse eternity...
The darkness deepens
I glimpse eternity
In the silence
Until you come
I glimpse eternity
Until you come
In the silence
Until you come

Echo

Eternity

I am at an age where “back then” is really a long time ago. an intangible eternity. a period of time that was beyond abstract when I was in my mid-20s and understood the future to mean the next 5 years. interestingly, I also had a very different understanding of the past. even my youth, just a few years ago, felt far away – comparable to the phenomenon that music was called an "oldie" if it was more than 10 years old (probably due to music was developing way more rapidly at that time and was constantly coming up with something innovative, surprising, and completely new). 

during this time, I met my wife, carina. we had both been through extremely chaotic first relationships. with all the wild excesses that go with them: massive parties, any kind of drugs, crazy trips, the entire range of juvenile madness, intense emotional ups and downs, and both paths with a really nasty ending.

in our early days, we loved spending nights telling each other about it, preferably in my band's rehearsal room, where we often spontaneously made music out of our experiences.

this resulted in, among other songs, a piece with the plain hook “looking back at you, looking back at me, looking back and all I see’s absurdity” and a super simple chord progression of Fism/D/E/Bm, which repeated itself the whole time without any variation. 

we could sing all sorts of different things to it, and it always worked and sounded funny. I kept coming back to the subject with countless recordings (as I did to many others). until today, more than 40 years later, in a future that was unimaginable back then and that held experiences for us that made our retrospective view of that time seem like a piece of cake.

now, after all, I combined some text fragments from '83 with new lines, made them a little more english (hope so) and briefed my virtual singer along with a playback. 

you can't imagine how it feels for us to hear this song interpreted like this today, on our 41st wedding anniversary this weekend. or maybe you can. and will smile.

©music and lyrics by Hans-Michael Albers, instrumental cover & vocal performance by suno 4.5+

You were fire
I was the flood
We burned
We drowned
We made it good
I am looking back 
at you

In the chaos
I saw the stars
Bright and cruel
They lit our scars
I am looking back 
I am looking back 
at you
 
I am looking back
At the cracks
I am looking back
At the glow
At the pieces we let go

I am looking back
Not with tears
I am looking back
Not with pain
But with love for the insane
 
We built a tower 
to watch it fall
A kingdom of glass
Shattered by it all
First kisses felt like 
endless springs
Last words cut like 
broken strings
I am looking back 
at you
looking back 

High, low
Yes, no
I am looking back 
at you
truth, show
wait, go
I am looking back 
at you

I won’t regret the end
I won’t regret the start
Your chaos still dances somewhere in my heart

I am looking back
Nothing more
I am looking back
No encore
I am looking back
Nothing more
I am looking back
No encore

Looking back

Sea of contemplation By Zitou Itou & Wonie Z.

Some more present day planetary observations and musings with the help of the Original Star Trek episode The Return of the Archons.
                                                     
When I was a kid
I struggled and I hid
Preteen horde, tuned out, ignored
Those moments on their grid

My obsessions turned confession
All conform and compromise 
The follows and suggestions
Accept and actualize 

And now it feels the same
They are checking, counting names
The ones who don't fit in 
Expose, extort and grin

Neighbour against neighbour
Grandpa's gun up on the roof
Galaxy of gangsters
Grade school bullies after you

Aaahh you're not of the Body
You be shabby, sick and shoddy
They say, “Desist, Deplane and Deport”
Aaahh you're not of the Body
We like the golden, gloss and gaudy
Not you…You will be absorbed

When I was a lad
I was labeled brash and bad
Schoolyard brawls, slurs etched on walls
Their ugly ironclad

And now it feels the same
Angst and anger, bringing blame
Time to pick a side, patriotic pride
A dangerous children's game

Aaahh you're not of the Body 
We want the hero and the haughty 
To fight, fight, fight… go to war
Aaahh you're not of the Body 
Let's keep the nice but not the naughty 
And you…you will be absorbed 

                      The medium's the message
                      The message is clear
                      Red hour, purging power
                      The Festival Fear
                      School day selections
                     Still in front of me
                     Reddits and Podcasts
                      Theaters of hate
                      Forecasting of futures 
                       The marches to great
                       A planet fantastic 
                      Sponge job soliloquy 

Aaahh you're not of the Body 
The fratty feel and glitterati 
Behind the prayers and shares, lies the sword
Aaahh you're not of the Body 
Wish I could get beamed up now by Scotty
Before they say, “ You will be absorbed"

             


You Will Be Absorbed

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MCndOjrq2A

The Earth Love

Pixie´s Forest

Pixie´s Forest & Video Link

A Winter's Tale

“A painter paints pictures on canvas but musicians paint their pictures on silence.” -  Leopold Stokowski

A member of Cellar Door which you can find here: https://soundcloud.com/cdoor

"The most powerful and magical language is music. The reason for this is that music is the original language. Music is not ornamented poetry, and poetry is not ornamented prose. Poetry is fallen music, and prose is fallen poetry. Prose is not the original language; it is poetry made practical. Even poetry is not the original language; it is music made speakable, it is the words of music separated from their music. In the beginning was music." (Peter Kreeft, Philosophy of Tolkien)

A Winter's Tale

Classical Glass