Nice vocals!  Great guitar sound!  Love the deep voice! Good job!  👏🏼🎸⭐🙌🏼🔁🎯🧡

really nice realization, beautifully done

Just wonderful, your voice doesn't need much to shine!

Nice job dude, one of my favourites from JC, 💖🍺😻⭐

just a voice and guitar. terrific stuff man.

I love this song, the original NIN and the J.C. cover  - - - - - - - - -- thanks for putting it back in my ears !  - - - - - - - ; ; - - - -- - - - ) )

Cosmic Adventures! (Covers and Interpretations)

K2 and the Three - drums, bass & vocals
https://soundcloud.com/k2andthe3 / https://soundcloud.com/k2-kara

Cosmic Keanu - mix, guitar and vocals 

Mastered by Hobocop (OfficerMurphy)
https://soundcloud.com/metrocityrecords

We Can Work It Out - Beatles Cover (K2 and the Three & Cosmic Keanu) - An OfficerMurphyMix

K2 and the Three - drums, percussion, bass
@k2andthe3 / @k2-kara

Cosmic Keanu - mix, guitar and vocals

Mastered by Hobocop (OfficerMurphy)
https://soundcloud.com/metrocityrecords

Personal Jesus - Johnny Cash Cover (K2 and the Three & Cosmic Keanu)

Cover of Johnny Cash / Soundgarden "Rusty Cage"

Mastered by Hobocop (OfficerMurphy)
https://soundcloud.com/metrocityrecords

Rusty Cage (Johnny Cash Cover) An OfficerMurphy Master

Praise to the glory of the countless loved ones mysteriously lost in recent years... they will not be forgotten.

The Eternal (Joy Division Cover)

K2 and the Three: Drums & Bass
https://soundcloud.com/k2andthe3 | https://soundcloud.com/k2-kara

TexMex Shaman: Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/texmex-shaman

Cosmic Keanu: Vocals, Keyboards, Mix & Art
https://soundcloud.com/cosmic_keanu

Don't You Forget About Me (Simple Minds Cover) K2 & the Three, TexMex Shaman, Cosmic Keanu

https://youtu.be/dLLddlqKIHc?si=wT5hmEY_W3Fp5ZvI 

This is my attempt at performing this song in a single take with just me and my guitar (Taylor 114 ce)
Also to compare and contrast, here’s a  link to a more polished full band version of this song that I recorded with the help of the Eclectic Collective 
https://soundcloud.com/josh-clary-1/ai-sucks-the-eclectic?si=67d29d363d2a419dacbf860fa471165e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Many thanks to SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani  https://on.soundcloud.com/A24Cig19AVNqQmCk8 who's lyrics inspired me to write this song and collaborated with me to help bring this song to life.
***
Lyrics
When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers but I continued to play
And as the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft
And now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will think your songs are great 
even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure and a catchy vibe and beat 
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine
I had a steady paycheck that could feed me 
And the record companies didn’t need me
In my fifties once again my musical juices started flowing
I bought the necessary equipment I was eager to get going
I recorded all my strumming and saved it onto my PC
The internet and technology were advancing rapidly
I took those special songs I’d written of which I was most proud
Posted them Instagram, You Tube, Tik Tok and SoundCloud
I asked myself if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around
Does it make a sound?
But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will like your songs even though you didn’t write or play a single note.

AI Sucks Acoustic Live Version

I always wanted to make a sonic companion to the last song Bitzone, Frawstakwa, and I made together, “What Difference Does It Make.” I finally got my chance. This one came together real fast. Bitzone sent me a raw beat, I asked Frawstakwa to kick it off, and then I made some arrangement adjustments and laid down my lyrics and vocals based on Frawstakwa’s. Bitzone then finished it up and bada-boom, gotta move, gotta shake!

Massive thanks to Frawstakwa for bringing the fresh ideas and original verse and chorus vocals. And big thanks to Bitzone for always make the tracks more vivid than I could imagine. 

May there always be at least a little time to bounce in your week! 

Track Credits:
Bitzone: Music, Production, Arrangement, Mix, and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
https://www.bitzones.net/
Frawstakwa: Verse and Chorus Lyrics and vocals
https://soundcloud.com/frawstakwa
the Couch King: Verse Lyrics, Vocals, and Samples
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Intro: Louis Bloomfield

Lyrics: 

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

Here we are
Coming through
With whatever it takes
Full force
On these fools
All up in your face 
Show and prove
Break it down
To the drum 
And the bass
That good old
One two
Gotta move 
Gotta shake
Bada-boom
Something 
That you can feel
But wait
If you could feel 
Anything at all
Feeling great
Letting it flow
Mind body and soul
On my way
That’s how it goes
So the people them know
See you later

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I’m just your everyday reverie of an emcee
You see
I’m but a memory of the way 
You say it be
On this beat 
You project the street 
On the hit of the kick 
The click 
Boom, respect it’s the fire of the heat 
It’s the sweat dripping from the meat 
You expect flowing from that bass 
That slow tempo that’s got you feeling 
You on the creep, you on the chase
Brace fo the bounce putting you in the some headspace 
Race everyone to hear every ounce so tie up yo shoelace 
And let’s go 
Yo, lettin’ the people know

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

The flow is
Summoned 
On command
Dig deep
Within 
Without a plan
Improvise
And
Ka-blam 
That is called conviction
Can you understand
The definition
What is your religion?
Damn
It takes blind faith
To hope that one can trust
In what is true 
What is real
For real
So what it do?
We are here to
Be seen
Be heard
Be who
We truly are 
Hold up then
Please
Tell us
Who are you?
 
Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce 

I got the feeling the bounce is appealing
Now that the ceiling’s been breaked
We got the unwilling to denounce appearing 
How it is that they never been waked 
Allow the revealing of the fake
Watch out we congealing as we get baked 
Take out that sponge cake, make no mistake 
It got that spring, there’s no remake 
Can feel the earth quake 
The beat is shaking
The bass is rumbling
So deep you feel your belly ache 
What’s at stake 
You gotta know
It’s that flow state 
We on a roll 
So slap on the butter baby
We gravy 
Grab a plate and
Before you go

Bounce
Bounce
To the boogie
The bang
The beat
Box
About
To bring it back
The breakdown
For the block
For my people
I see you
Gimme a pound
Tell me how
Have you been
For now
The breakdown
I’m here for you
Hear me loud 
And clear
We are responsible
For where we’re 
Bound
The breakdown
Heading out
Gotta beat the crowds
To get home
Put my feet up
While I eat on the couch
The breakdown

Hold up
Lemme tell you
What I’m talking about
To the beat
With a breakdown
That can make you bounce

Break Down The Bounce

Bitzone, RS Frawstakwa & the Couch King - Break Down The Bounce

written by jeff gardiner

There's a Wrinkle  in the Moment 
the Muse is missing in the War Zone
Beauty has a different definition
in the loaming of the elder days

My Alcoholic friend came busting through the treeline
stone cold sober, when the quarter moon was rising
and the surf was crashing
crying like a child

Said he saw the future in a puddle in his driveway
after eating mushrooms from Hawaii-

That's when i started laughing
That's when i started crying
trying and deciding to give it all away-
beginning with Cessation
embracing the rejected
replacing the infected with absolutely nothing but Compassion-

Forgiveness out of order
being highly overrated
since the bad behaviors
are in the very natures of the perpetrators

Recalibration,  however is an option
in the aftermath's Duration
and the possiblity of Passion 
still lingers in the fingers on the fretboards
and the singers sing songs they've written
while smitten with emotion of the joyful
and broken hearted lovers and covers
and collections of recollections of Moments--

Wrinkle in the Moment ( from the Half-Life collection on Bandcamp)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

Port Charm

(Listen Everywhere)
linktr.ee/EmptyCanvs 

(LYRICS) 
Escaping all of the answers I receive, 
I don't need to know, I don't wanna see, 
Let's play make believe, And hope that you aren't me, 
But I wanna leave, This fragile body, 
Trynna' take a peak, Of how to be you, 
The tape is peeling, Gotta' make a move, 
Peel it off, Rid of the glue, 
I'll try a thousand times, 
To be anything new, 

She's a fire I keep touching, 
A siren I keep humming, 
The blood dripping from my arms, 
Pushed a dull blade in my scars, 
Am I deserving now, 
I know I'll never be, 
Can I repeal the wounds, 
That I cut so deep, 
I need to love myself, 
Already thought I did, 
But I hate this skin, 
I wanna rid of it, 

Let's play make believe, 
I want a new body, 
Then maybe I'll forgive, 
All of the things I did, 

Peel it off, Rid of the glue, 
I'll try a thousand times, 
To be anything new,

make believe

Picture: The Return of the Prodigal Son, 1873 - Julius Schnorr von Carolsfeld

Cover of Johnny Cash's version of the original NIN song

Hurt (Johnny Cash Cover)

In Memory of Brian Wilson
(1942-2025)

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement and mix
Artwork ….. Moroccan design

Hi Everyone!
This is a special version of my piece called „Love Song”.
A few days ago, Brian Wilson - one of the greatest creators of pop rock music and a surf rock icon - passed away! R.I.P. 🍀

————————————-
Below are a few words from me as a listener and fan of Brian’s music! - - - - -

Brian’s songs, both recorded with The Beach Boys and solo songs, are always innovative and enjoyable at the same time 🔆

The album “Pet Sounds” (released in 1966) by The Beach Boys is a real masterpiece that enchants and inspires many musicians to this day!
The wonderful song “God Only Knows” which comes from this album is the work of Brian Wilson. One of several best songs of all time indeed! 😎

Also worth recommending is Brian Wilson's solo album entitled “Smile” (released only in 2004) which includes the brilliant track "Good Vibrations”. The whole album impresses with its fresh ideas and innovative sound! 

I really love it 🔆 I'm sure Brian Wilson's beautiful and fascinating music will stay with us forever!

Good Vibrations…
Love Vibrations… 

I hope you enjoy my tribute to Brian! 🍀

Many thanks for listening and support!
Artur

Love Vibrations

'banjovi'

something until the next thing

banjovi

Gespielt auf unserer Klangreise im Sommer 2025 in Graubünden mit Taita Faiber!

Veo lo que creo - Cual-Ulrike -2025 ELA-fora

Mi corazón vaga, ciego buscando 
Tan propenso a dejarte, confieso
Pero, en mis fracasos aún Tu me buscas.
Tu Amor mi alma viene acariciar.

¡Oh Señor Jesús, cuánto Te amo!
Te necesito todo el tiempo,
Y tocarte,  soy tan débil,
Y abrazarte, mi salvador!

Mi amor reduce, siempre marchito 
Tan propenso a la frialdad, confieso
Pero Señor, ahora por Ti esta ardiendo,
sella este amor, posee mi corazón.

¡Oh Señor Jesús, cuánto te amo!
Y Te quiero todo el tiempo,
Y tocarte, que dulzura, 
bésame Señor soy tuyo!


🌹🎻🎶🌺🌷🌱🌸🌹🎻🎶🌺


Lord my heart wanders, 
blindly seeking. so prone to leave You, Lord I confess.
But in my tailures still You seek me.
Unwavering love my soul to caress.
O Lord Jesus, how I love You!
And I need You all the time.
Ahh to touch You, in my weakness And to hold You,Savior mine.
Lord my love dwindles, ever willing So prone to coldness,Lord I confess.
But Lord right now I'm burning for You, So seal this love, 
my heart to possess.
O Lord Jesus, how I love You!
And I want You all the time
Ahh to touch You, splendid sweetness!
Kiss me Jesus,  I am Thine


🌹🎻🎶🌺🌷🌸🌱🌹🎻🎶🌺

Mi_ corazón _vaga_ciego,_ buscando.. 🌹🌺  Lord_my_heart_wanders_spanish_version 🌹🌷

Be excellent to each other!

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."
--Ephesians 6:12

"Now may our Lord Jesus Christ Himself and God our Father, who has loved us and given us eternal comfort and good hope by grace, comfort and strengthen your hearts in every good work and word."
--Thessalonians 2:16

Enter through the narrow gate. 
For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction, and many enter through it. But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.
--Matthew 7:13-14

For am I now seeking the favor of people, or of God? Or am I striving to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a bond-servant of Christ.
-- Galatians 1:10

"No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon."
--Matthew 6:24

Hurt (Johnny Cash Cover)

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