loved it. very slick and very skilled playing

Three on a Match

The Brain of Humanoid Central

Summer Haze

un nouvel ambient, pour oublier un instant la folie destructrice des hommes, pour célébrer  à l'inverse le nom sacré de la Nature : la poussée, la venue au jour, la croissance de la vie sous toutes ses formes, au Printemps

Growing

The Academy (open invitation for a collab from IPG1) 
Original Vocals from IPG1:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/the-academy-vocals-86-bpm
Paploviante: E-Bass, Mix, Mastering, Picture and Music Composition


The Academy IPG1 & Paploviante

Luna dorata

■概要(Overview)
熱すぎて溶けてしまうくらいの情熱を持てたらいいね。
PrivateからPublicへ熱心に大名行列する。
I wish I could be so passionate that I would melt.
An enthusiastic procession of feudal lords from private to public.

■video
https://youtu.be/pdM0huA1zaE
※あまり動かないですわ

「溶けるくらいに」Let's get passionate

溶けてしまうくらいに
打ち込めるものがあれば
それだけでいいわ

十二時を過ぎたころに
アタマにあふれる「I hate you.」
傷つけあうのはもうやめて
心を解放したならば今

幾重にも重なる
合わせ鏡の迷路
本物は自分だけ
燃えるように　溶けてる


好きなものをいくつか
そばに置いておけたなら
それだけでいいわ

人づての言葉信じ
正義の仮面で「I hate you.」
傷つけあうのはもうやめて
好きなものだけそばに置いていて

幾重にも重なる
合わせ鏡の迷路
映し出されたものは
燃えているか　溶けているか

■Lyrics
If there is something I can devote myself to so much that it melts, that's enough.

After midnight, the words "I hate you" flood my head.
Stop hurting each other. If you free your heart, now.

Labyrinth of mirrors overlapping one after another. The only real thing is yourself.
Melting like it's burning.

If I could just keep a few of the things I like close by, that's enough.

People who believe the words of others who don't know the truth and say "I hate you" under the mask of justice.
Stop hurting each other. Keep only the things you like close by.

Labyrinth of mirrors overlapping one after another. Is the reflected thing burning or melting?

Ignite your passion(溶けるくらいに)

Improvised woodwind quartet with synth.....and beats.
 
Photo: 'The Headstone' on Hallam Moor, Sheffield during August heather bloom.

ORGANIC

It's a song about those moments when the world amazes me- when the beauty and mystery of the world around me knocks me over.
Specifically, wandering back from the Old Town in Hastings after a couple of drinks on a lovely Summer night. The picture is one of my lino prints and shows Tackleway in Hastings, along with one of the badgers we see all the time round here, and are mentioned in the song.

Wonders and Sighs

Paralyzed fern lung drains of ferment. 
Still hollow steel, stainless in moons.
Webbing roots to earth, then wrists. 

Shard bone fragment and fracture. 
Hornet's nest dips and sways.
Neurosis sets the femur mess.
No splint, save the constrictors and boas.
Dew froths a pneumonia.
Exhaust lofts, ascend dreams. 

G-force blackout and the wings shake. 
Outpaced by future portals. 
There is no control. 
Reverberating back to madness. 
An astral fold envelopes death's grin 
be there a fall. 
Drive it from the atrium. 
Slip out a phenomenon. 

Blood pours out of the stall. 
Nothing is sacred. 
No place at all. 

Someone walked out
and the alarm won't stop. 

Words by Riley Robinson

Devil's Greenhouse

Probably our last grand rock number as we start to wind down to finish our first collection of songs. Al took the reins with the lyrics on this one (and as always, the beautiful artwork) - inspired by a short story by Julia Armfield in Salt Snow and apparently an episode of Buffy! I just thought it sounded dead cool and really enjoyed singing her lyrics. Musically inspired by Nirvana, Elliott Smith, Mark Lanegan and Isobel Campbell.

Mantis

Nobody's Rules   Conover/Welin

We could be star crossed
We could be fools 
nobody told us
Nobody's rules

When I introduced myself.
You began to blush
And together we smiled.
And you were looking at me 
I couldn't stop thinking of you 
Those hours went on and on forever that night.

We suffered through with an awkward pause.
The front desk held almost all of our calls.
cause…

There was something new
there was something new
There was something different between me and you.

If you want a story
I’m happy to tell you
It’s about a man who crawled out of Hell

We could be Star Crossed
We could be fooled 
nobody told us
Nobody's rules
We could be star crossed
We could be fools 
nobody told us
Nobody's rules..

Trust Your Heart.......

Music by Jussi Welin https://soundcloud.com/juswel/akustinen
Vocals and lyrics harmonica and strings by conover
Strings by Claes Steen

Nobody's Rules....... Conover/Welin

@juswel: Original Bed composition, bass guitar, drums, synth and guitars
https://soundcloud.com/elephantpr: Vocals, lyrics and Backing vocals
@gotchi Orchestration and flute
https://soundcloud.com/conover : vocal, lyrics, B3 organ, muted trumpet, Mix and production

Find a location and Go.....

Where Would We Go?  (Conover/Labarca/Welin/Gotchi)

Cry Little Boy..... Cry

Original Bed music by @sergiocortes
Orchestration by  https://soundcloud.com/gotchi
Electric guitars by  https://soundcloud.com/juswel
Vocals. lyrics and middle guitar solo by Conover

I'm using trial and error.
To handle task when placed in front of me.
I've borrowed bows and arrows
To remove myself from corners along the way.

Don't back down
Don't back down
Don't back down
Don't back down

Cry little boy.. cry
The world has grown up all around you boy.
And you're just sitting there…
Lookin’ around
Cry little boy.. cry

I'm using trial and error.
To handle task when placed in front of me.
I've borrowed bows and arrows
To remove myself from corners along the way.

Cry little boy.. cry
The world has grown up all around you boy.
And you're just sitting there…
Lookin’ around
Cry little boy.. cry
Cry little boy.. cry
It' will be OK...........................

Cry Little Boy..... Cry    ((Conover Cortes Welin and Gotchi ))

Wonderful stay at Post Ranch Inn  Big Sur California
https://www.postranchinn.com
At the beginning of this song click on the link above then right click On the video and select "show controls" then "double click" on the video and mute the volume icon. Enjoy
Best 7day San Francisco to Los Angeles road trip ever 

Anonymous review
By Mr & Mrs Smith
It is just before dusk as we climb the steep hill to Post Ranch Inn. ‘Look! Look!’ I gasp, pointing to a bright crimson escarpment in front of us. The setting sun’s reflection has turned the mountains opposite, a beautiful electric puce. With a glass of cold chardonnay in hand and after (very few) reception formalities, we are transported to our room courtesy of one of the hotel’s very own executive eco-friendly Lexus Hybrids.

Bauhaus meets Middle Earth here. Forest-coloured redwood and Corten steel has been fashioned into 40 stilt-riding mini houses all designed around geometric shapes, and all in perfect harmony with 150 acres of natural forest and lime green pastures. It can’t have been an easy brief for architect Mickey Muennig. He was given the task of building 40 condo-like hotel rooms, all sensitive to the Big Sur’s craggy cliffs. Muennig apparently climbed trees and high ladders himself in order to cite the best views, affect the maximum privacy and save the redwoods’ roots from concrete. The result is outstanding.

As we drive down the path that leads to our room, the Pacific Ocean glittering to one side, and the grand old redwood dames towering on the other, it is clear why this hotel is considered, by many, to be one of the best in the world. Pfeiffer is our coastal room. (All are named after the pioneers that shaped the land over 150 years ago.)

Once inside, it is clear that the clever design extends to the remarkable interiors. A circular space around the lavish Royal Pedic bed is made cosier by warm redwood walls panels and seascape-hued soft furnishings. Grey and rust-flecked Indian Raja slate lines the deep Jacuzzi bath and the pre-stacked fireplace in our bedroom all breathe ‘calming’, ‘homely’, ‘organic’, ‘inviting’... But the money shot is to be found beyond. From the 30-foot verandah, we get a 180-degree uninterrupted view of the ocean.

It may be tiredness from the long drive, or maybe Mr Smith has something in his eye but I swear I can see him welling up as we stand staring out to sea. A scarlet ribbon of sunset is streaking the sky to the west and the ocean hovering below us is just majestic. There is no perceptible evidence of humanity. No building is visible to the eye; just conifers and berry bushes below, some condors swooping, and, 1,200-foot below, moss-green rocks are audibly being lapped by crashing waves. 

At some stage, it becomes time for dinner, so, guided by environmentally supportive lanterns along the cliff path, we make our way to the hotel’s renowned Sierra Mar restaurant, two minutes' walk. Pretty much every table is taken which, for a Tuesday night, is testament to the superb menu that Craig von Foerster has created.

Although it would be easy to pass your time at Post Ranch floating in the infinity pool staring out to sea, there are many activities and outdoor pursuits. One is Mindful Meditation which fits well with the Big Sur’s hippie roots. Origami’d fresh fruit tempts alongside courgette frittata, buttermilk waffles, sausages, eggs Benedict with avocado and fresh juices – all fuel for our next adventure, the Esalen Centre, a true Californian get-in-touch-with-your-navel retreat centre, further down the coast. 

As we pack our bags, it is clear that the Post Ranch effect has taken hold of Mr Smith. He turns to me, open faced, and says, ‘Mrs Smith, this has been one of the best hotels, ever.’ I can almost see that zoom-lens shot in his thought bubble.

Clear Spaces

Music Bed by Conover
Sax and Flutes by https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx
Guitars by https://soundcloud.com/juswel
Synth and Atmospherics by https://soundcloud.com/gotchi
Synth and depth by https://soundcloud.com/tobbenv

Three on a match (also known as third on a match or unlucky third light) is a purported superstition among soldiers during the Crimean War to World War II. ... Since then it has been considered bad luck for three people to share a light from the same match.

Stay Low.......

This is new for me... Loose and more live feel. I usually wouldn't release something like this but keep it in my back pocket for bike rides along the beach...
It started as basic jazz and once the brilliant Sax and Flutes by @joerxworx were recorded it almost sounded like early Zappa. As a totally unschooled musician that can't read or write I always looked at jazz as an unreachable destination.. Jussi Welin topped everything off with some great "straight from the heart" guitar and solo work.
 @gotchi and Tob just added the extra perspective  and temperament it needed
I'm sharing this side of my work to get feedback from the SC troops.
Best Bruce

Three on a Match  (Conover/Welin/Gotchi/Vagle/joerxworx)

The Lagniappe Recorder
Manhattan Beach, California
The gear: 
Universal Audio Apollo Quad computer recording interface
Plug-ins by Fairchild, Neve, Pultec, Studer, Manley, EMT, Lexicon,Oxford, API,Trident, Summit. SSL, Massenburg, Hellios, Trident, Ocean Way,Ampex, Oxford, Manley, Elysia, Api, Moog, Lexicon, Cooper Time cube.
MacBook Pro (15-inch, 2018) Retina ssd, Thunderbolt display
Korg Triton pro 76 keyboard 
Audience ClairAudient 1+1 V2+. Personal Reference Monitors.
AUDIENCE ADEPT RESPONSE AR12 TS 12-OUTLET POWER CONDITIONER with dedicated AC line to main box on pole.
All cables by Audience.
Logic Pro 10 Recording software.
Rode K2 tube microphone with 1954 NOS cryo- genic Telefunken tube
Sennheiser HD 650 headphones with Cardas cable.
RPG and ASC Sound treatment panels and tube traps installed in and behind control area
The Lagniappe Recorder
Lagniappe is a small gift given to a customer by a merchant at the time of a purchase (such as a 13th doughnut when buying a dozen), or more broadly, "something given or obtained gratuitously or by way of good measure."
Or as I say "a little something special".

If there was only two traits that came through in my music, I would hope that it would seem to be effortless and inevitable.
The Kind Place Studio

Three on a Match (Conover/Welin/Gotchi/Vagle/joerxworx)

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