Lovely and smooth songwriting. I like very much that easy going melody with beautiful piano performance.

Nice. Very cool song with good writing and production.

Awesome song!  It's very melodic and the piano/vocals sound really good.  Keep up the good work man!

Very gentle and heartfelt, this is my favorite one yet from you.

A Light In The Dark

Floating

Sorrow's Wisper

Azzurro Come il Mare

Translation above.

Texte et voix : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Accompagnement musical : Myckaël Marcovic

Arc-en ciel
Si c'était à recommencer, je voudrais être ce gamin qui court et qui danse sur les galets de la plage en dessous du trottoir de la promenade des Anglais à Nice-Ville. Ce gamin qui descend sur le chemin de l'école, son cartable à la main et ses billes arc-en-ciel dans ses poches, prêt à en découdre avec ses petits camarades dans la cour de l'école où toutes leurs richesses, toutes ces billes qui sautent et tombent tout autour des arbres de la cour du temps jadis, avec l'ami Coco. 
Si c'était à recommencer, à pas comptés, je claquerais le même chemin sur les pavés de ce vieux Nice ranssousse et plein de bruits bizarres sur ce marché multicolore, revoir Mireille, sa socca d'amour bien pébraté bien poivrée, servie d'un bon rosé bien frais. 
Si c'était à recommencer je dirais à tous mes camarades auteurs et compositeurs et bien d’autres encore, que je repartirais de nouveau pour un grand tour. Et roule ma sono sur les pavés gris-¬bleu au hasard de quelques allées embuées par ces buveurs de pastagas, cigarillos au bec qui se donneraient pour un quignon de soleil et quelques roses rouges sur des lèvres carnin. 
Si c'était à recommencer, je chanterais pour des caveaux de familles pour ces vieilles cancanières de bénitier, pour ce petit garçon qui sonnait les cloches de l'église et pissait avec ses copains dans les bénitiers d'eau de pluie. 
Oui Madame, oui Monsieur, je suis un coquin du Diable qui court encore comme Hopper sur le sable de San Pedro. Ce Hopper qui cherche d'où vient le vent de pluie.  
Si c'était à recommencer, donnez-moi un micro pour chanter vos chansons et les miennes z'aussi. 
Il ne faudra jamais parler de nos secrets, de nos poèmes de cœur, de nos amours cachées, de nos espoirs ratés.
On avait du talent, on était magnifique. Alors, moi le petit Niçois, je ne regrette rien ! 

Rainbow

If I had to do it all over again, I'd want to be that kid running and dancing on the pebbles of the beach below the sidewalk of the Promenade des Anglais in Nice-Ville. That kid on his way to school, his schoolbag in his hand and his rainbow marbles in his pockets, ready to do battle with his little friends in the school playground, where all their riches, all those marbles jumping and falling all around the trees in the playground of yesteryear, with friend Coco. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd walk the same old path over the cobblestones of old Nice, full of strange noises and multicolored markets, and see Mireille again, with her peppery socca d'amour, served with a nice chilled rosé. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd tell all my fellow songwriters and composers, and many others besides, that I'd go on another grand tour. And roll my sound system over the grey-blue cobblestones as I wander down a few aisles fogged by pastaga-drinkers, cigarillos in their mouths, who'd give it all up for a quignon of sunshine and a few red roses on carninous lips. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd be singing for family vaults, for those old stoup gossipers, for that little boy who rang church bells and pissed in the rainwater stoup with his pals.
If you had to do it all over again, give me a microphone to sing your songs and mine too. 
We'll never have to talk about our secrets, our heartfelt poems, our hidden loves, our failed hopes.
We were talented, we were magnificent. So I, the little boy from Nice, regret nothing!

Arc-en-ciel (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

This song is about those things in your life that you cannot change. Those times when something breaks in a way that simply can't be fixed. Great personal loss. The loss of a loved one. If I were to put a finger on it, we can simply call it separation anxiety.

I wrote this upon seeing the pain that my mother-in-law's loss of her pet dog caused her. That coupled with the horrors of Alzheimer's caused her to relive the loss, freshly. But, in truth, such loss is experienced a thousand times, even without Alzheimer's... in covers on a dog bed that are now empty, in one fewer dog bowl set out to be filled, in a fleeting sound that sounds might have been your beloved dog, but then you remember that time has past.

And, with my dog going into sudden congestive heart failure, now I'm feeling this song deeper. I think it's beautiful, but it's also very sad.

The Winds Of Change

A heart-felt send-off to Jimmy Buffett.

Lyrics:
I never have been
With my hands on my head
In the shape of a fin
At a concert
But when I first heard
Jimmy Buffett was gone
Can’t begin to say
How much my heart hurt

And somewhere there’s a man
With his toes in the sand
And a girl on his heart
On a bender
And he’ll find some ice
And take Jimmy’s advice
With some salt and some limes
And a blender

And you can still hear his voice
And you can still feel his hands
Where the sun meets the surf 
And the surf meets the sand

So here’s to you Jimmy
You glorious man
You go on ahead
We’ll catch up when we can
So, safe travels, Jimmy
You son of a gun
You son of a son of a sailor

[Instrumental bridge]

I can still hear him singing
I can still hear his laughter
But it’s 5 o’clock somewhere
In the here ever after
And attending that concert
Has to wait sometime later
For that son of a gun of a
son of a sailor

And I will find myself sitting
With my toes in the sand
And his songs in my head
And a drink in my hand
Just a little tequila
and a whole lot of ice
Wondering if
he’s bigger in Paradise

And we can still hear his voice
And we can still feel his hands
Where the sun meets the surf
And the surf meets the sand

So, fair winds, Jimmy
And following seas
You son of a son of a sailor

Safe Travels, Jimmy (Piano and vocal)

This is a further and again a very enjoyable collaboration with singer songwriter Mike Hill.
We hope that you will like this and that it will entertain you well!!!

Credits:
@mikehillravenscall: vocals and lyrics
@nobsmeyer: electric guitar, bass, drum production, mix and mastering.

Once Upon A Time

Once Upon A Time - feat. Mike Hill

A song about the impermanence of everything and the wanting to relinquish digital & electronic devices. Released on Suburban Bicycle Gang's album 'In The Cosmos' May 26th. 

Recorded live off the floor!

In The Cosmos

Candle Light

Suburban Bicycle Gang - Candle Light

d'sun

Based on events of a long gone era and how those with a different point of view were treated at the time.


Tar and Feathers

Fanfare for Trumpet Sextet
Duration ca. 5'
Publisher: Bill Holab Music
Purchase Sheet Music: http://www.billholabmusic.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=103_137&products_id=940

PROGRAM NOTE
I wrote this fanfare for my wedding. It was designed to take advantage of the surrounding balcony and resonant acoustics of Middlebury College’s Mead Chapel in Middlebury, Vermont, where we were married. The title of this piece was originally Wedding Fanfare. Since I think this piece could work well for concerts or other types of events, I shortened the title to Fanfare.

Fanfare for Trumpet Sextet

Just lookin' to share some music, have a good time and maybe find a beach or two. Focusing on studio releases, at the moment. Concerts are a maybe, but Tours are a hard pass.

Robert Earle is a Singer/Songwriter/Pianist/Bass player with a wide and eclectic taste in music.

The Hamilton County Line is a band of different individuals at different times, depending on need and availability.

Artists interested in collaborating as part of the Hamilton County Line (or as a feature) can contact Robert Earle, on this account or check for ongoing projects on ProCollabs.com.

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Hamilton County Line

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