Name: Azule Touch by Damon Peterson
Duration: 3 min 53 s
Description: Just haning out here in the Sierra Juarez mountains sensing the spirits and hugging the trees er... and burning them sometimes too...

I'll dedicate the tree I had planted the other day for charity to you, Damon! Warming touch & so delicious it makes one's heartbeat feel so pleasantly relaxed! So unique! The changes really add the distinctive intricate measures forward to larger than life!  Beautiful twilight music!  💙💙💙💙💯🔥🔥🔥🔥🎶🔁

An excellent track Damon.....Enjoyed very much.

Brilliant song Damon! Brings to mind the great Pat Metheny.

Wonderful playing and so many great ideas in a single track

Excellente song et une parfaite réalisation musicale. Magnifique à écouter. Superbe. Grand bravo.

Piano composition by Anibal Seminara
Image by Many Souffan

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3 Piezas Para Piano No. 2 En Sol Mayor

Epic, Cinematic and Orchestral Music
Picture by jhantares
Franck C Production
Music by Franck Charles ©
ASCAP
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5vp_FXwNEg
Version 2024

Sandstorm

Just haning out here in the Sierra Juarez mountains sensing the spirits and hugging the trees er... and burning them sometimes too...

Azule Touch

Purple Heart Daisies

Bringing back a song I wrote nearly seven years ago. The American soul -- we like to tell lots of good stories about ourselves. Here's one that's not so good -- the account of the Moore's Ford Lynchings, in which a Black WWII veteran and his pregnant wife were murdered. No one was ever convicted of the crimes. How much of this same cruel spirit is still with us now?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moore%27s_Ford_lynchings

there’s a tree in Georgia that never should have grown
it held the bodies upright they were tied with rope

I will be redeemed I will sing and shout
I will be restored just not now

Mae Murray was  twenty four heavy with a child
when her head had fallen down they cut the baby out

forty legs that walked away forty eyes that saw
twenty souls that never said a word to the Georgia law

1997 fifty years had gone 
someone came to find the place and mark the dead with stones

Spotify Link

I Will Be Redeemed

Another one done from the album Wou-Wou & the Wormling, Bitzone, Stricknice, and I have been working on for almost 5 years now! You can definitely hear some of those 2020 themes in these songs. I feel like the world is starting to change and new themes will start emerging, so we had better finish up soon, lol. There are definitely two more songs from the set still to be released, and maybe a bonus track, and then we will be done…It has been a dream to work with these guys! I wonder what's next?

May everyone who’s looking, find an incredible team of musicians to work with. 

Track Credits:
Stricknice: Guitars, Keys, Samples
https://soundcloud.com/j-nice-6
Bitzone: Keys, Samples, Additional Drums, Mix and Master
https://soundcloud.com/bitzone
https://www.bitzones.net
Wou-Wou & the Wormling: Drums, Bass, Guitar, Original Demo Track, Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/wouwouandthewormling
https://wouwouandthewormling.bandcamp.com
https://www.instagram.com/wouwouandthewormling
the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, Samples, Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com

Lyrics

Yo, this is your daily routine rap
4:30 already and it’s time to hit snooze cause you know waking up is wack
5:30 already and I am looking for excuse to get right back in the sack  
Gotta brush the teeth and I can’t forget the gums everyday I’m fighting that plaque 
Heading downstairs I’m already on the run to eat breakfast and pack a snack
Next to get dressed I always put the layers on to keep warm yet still look like a mac
Then I’m out the door one hour past dawn to get to work without catching no slack

Wake up
Time to wake up

Yo, time to hit the routine again
3:30 already and I should be off the clock but my boss said I had to work late
4:30 already and I gotta bust out daycare can no longer wait 
Gotta hit the drive through and get the kid a snack it’s been 2 hours since she last ate
CDs in the player for an hour of tunes you know rush hour traffic don’t abate
When I get home I take the dog for a walk so he can find a pole to finally liberate 
Then it’s time to cook dinner got no time to work out so you know I’m gonna pack on that weight

Wake up
Time to wake up

Yo, we’re not done yet
8:30 already need to get the kid ready for bed but she  still wants to play
9:30 already and kid still isn’t ready now we’re yelling cause there’s no other way
I wanna keep my cool but I’ve had it up to here and I just want to get on with the day
Dishes keep pilling and the laundry needs drying and the mess needs to all be put away
Instead I check out, binge a show, and stay up late even though tomorrow I’ll have to pay  
Then I fall asleep on the couch just to do it all again it’s all just a big cliche. 

Wake up
Time to wake up

It’s time to wake the fuck up

Wake Up!

Stricknice, Bitzone, Wou-Wou & The Wormling, and the Couch King - Wake Up!

A beautiful and reflective song on what might have been, but still affirms the resilience and eternality of love.  In the context of love, time stands still.
Perhaps it is in the smallest things that we see the greatest and perhaps also the most beautiful.
Beautiful Poem & Narration - Peter; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Lovely Right Guitar - David; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Music, Guitars, Mix & Production - Seagull; @farout-music-studio

Silent Drops

I wonder, peering through the slipping drops - are you still there?
Do you still feel? Do you still care? Do you still, live?

And are your eyes still that mystic crystal sallowed pastel green?
How much of one lifetime would it ever take to just forgive,
lift the screen that crashed between us, seemly forty thousand years ago?

Ah, what might have been?
A parallel universe could hold our children, old by now, of course.
Kids of their own. And probably divorced.
Ah what the hell, there’s next to no chance that it would have worked out anyday.

You and I.
Separate ways.
You with your fabulous soft green eyes.
Me with nothing healing left to say, empty vespers, hollow, echo.
Wistful whispers, hushed and hint of tints of wettest blue.
But dear God I loved you so...... Still do.

Silent Drops (Seagull, Peter, David)

We're back.

Janine: voices, vocal melody and harmony, lyrics https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson
Jonathan: initial music, instruments, mix
David Levinson: image

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Nature has conspired to bring a basketful of obstacles 
Pesky interfering things, not the things she ought to bring 
They pile up in my way like spiky beaver dams 
They just accumulate like unbrushed tresses,

Well surprise surprise, they can be wonderful

An infantry of shoulds and bags of promises 
Have all transmogrified and curl like willow branches 
That crown around my head and vine around my feet 
And where the fire burned, they slurp the ashes

But surprise surprise, they're kinda beautiful
 it’s all so beautiful


Surprise surprise, it’s pretty beautiful
Nature is a wild thing with no philosophy 
And where the atoms turn is helter skelter 
So on the sides of trees forever lichen grows 
And mossy destiny is in their shelter

Surprise surprise, it’s all so beautiful


Surprise Surprise (with Janine Levinson)

To the memory of Wilbur and Orville Wright.
The guitar sound is very rudimentary, like the ‘heavier-than-air’ machine that first lifted off the ground with a pilot on board in late 1903.

Cover picture: first successful flight of the Wright Flyer. 17 December 1903 at Kitty Hawk, North Carolina (Prints and Photographs Division, Library of Congress - cph.3a53266)

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2025).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2025, January 17.

Will you fly with me? *

FACE

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Composition made in September 2024 and edited in January 2025

When I started composing I put a simple photo on my profile of a landscape where an important photovoltaic and solar installation near Seville stood out and which I visited for professional reasons.

About 10 Years ago I changed it for another one (the current one) where I blur my face (I admit that I'm a bit shy about these things).

After sending several photos of myself to the people I've collaborated with, I thought that maybe it's time to make myself known as I am now to the rest of the people who don't follow me.

A face is no longer just that...that's why I've simply called this composition face.

9 tracks of the native MS2 instruments and Xewton forum.
1 track OB dx
2 tracks X pad
1 track Sunrizer
1 imini Arturia.

Mix: my car (Parked)
DAW Music Studio 2
Hardware ipad.

Photo...Myself.

Thank you very much for all these years of support and comments.

Paco.


Next composition: Sun &Soul (Collaboration with Osc Project)

Face

T-Blues for G

Hanging out in the cloud forests of the Sierra Juárez mountains in Oaxaca, I’m tapping into the sounds of the universe like a mushroom-drunk nahual, reaching into the heart of nature to grasp at the mysteries of existence.

You’ll hear influences from deep time and across as many cultures as I can get my hands on. I get obsessed, man. Seriously, everything else melts away around me. I can spend days absorbed in an idea, like that stone statue guy—but with a stone guitar instead.

My approach to music? About as unpredictable as my ability to remember where I last saw my passport (pretty crucial when you live abroad all the time, right?). Some say I’ve got a “touch” of inattentive ADHD. Me? I call it an avant-garde approach to life. And yeah, maybe there’s been a mushroom-induced revelation or two along the way, but who’s counting? I don’t need a million-dollar studio—just a good instrument, a decent interface, a computer, and some monitors that hopefully survive my absent-minded chaos.

I’m a multi-instrumentalist who loves complexity, especially when it sneaks up on you through unexpected rhythms or harmonies from the far corners of the globe. From Carnatic ragas to garage rock grooves—why not just mix every cool sound and see what happens? Maybe I’ll start with a harmonic progression from Bach’s Goldberg Variations and slap it into a Hindustani 7/4 thaal (that’s rhythm, if you’re wondering). It’s a bit technical but, trust me, as cool as—well, let’s just say it’s the kind of vibe that might inspire a dream-like hallucination about nailing the perfect groove.

Yeah, I am a Ph.D. trained evolutionary biologist, and...   that sounds impressive until you find out I bailed on it the second I landed a good job. I was bored out of my mind. People look at me like a guy who won the lottery and then spent it all on the greatest collection of rare video games (I mean, I’m not that bad, right?). But switching from science back to music wasn’t just quitting—it was finally tuning into something deeper. Music and science might seem like distant cousins, but to me, they’re intertwined—both ways to unlock the secrets of the universe.

Now, I live in Capulálpam De Méndez, a mystical town in the Oaxacan mountains. The ancient Zapotec culture runs deep here, and creativity flows as freely as the mezcal at the fiestas (and trust me, there are plenty of fiestas).

Art is for everyone, and I’m always pushing to create something that connects—whether it’s a complex harmonic structure or just the right amount of groove to make you forget your troubles (or your keys, in my case).

So if you’re into music that teeters on the edge of chaos but mostly lands right where it needs to be—well, welcome. Just don’t expect me to remember how I got here, or where I left my bag. Seriously, my passport might’ve been in there… Was it the tuk-tuk? (sounds like a joke right...  Err..  its not....)



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Relajándome en los bosques nublados de las montañas de la Sierra Juárez en Oaxaca, estoy sintonizando los sonidos del universo como un nahual borracho de hongos, llegando al corazón de la naturaleza para intentar comprender los misterios de la existencia.

Escucharás influencias de tiempos profundos y de tantas culturas como pueda explorar. Me obsesiono, hermano. En serio, todo lo demás desaparece a mi alrededor. Puedo pasar días absorbido en una idea, como ese tipo de las estatuas de piedra—pero con una guitarra de piedra en su lugar.

¿Mi enfoque hacia la música? Tan impredecible como mi habilidad para recordar dónde dejé mi pasaporte (bastante crucial cuando vives en el extranjero todo el tiempo, ¿verdad?). Algunos dicen que tengo un "toque" de TDAH inatento. ¿Yo? Lo llamo un enfoque vanguardista de la vida. Y sí, tal vez haya habido una o dos revelaciones inducidas por hongos en el camino, pero ¿quién está contando? No necesito un estudio de millones de dólares—solo un buen instrumento, una interfaz decente, una computadora y unos monitores que, con suerte, sobrevivan a mi caos despistado.

Soy un multiinstrumentista que ama la complejidad, especialmente cuando te sorprende con ritmos o armonías inesperadas de los rincones más lejanos del mundo. Desde ragas carnáticas hasta los grooves del garage rock—¿por qué no mezclar todos los sonidos geniales y ver qué pasa? Quizás empiece con una progresión armónica de las Variaciones Goldberg de Bach y la meta en un thaal hindú de 7/4 (es decir, un ritmo, por si te lo preguntas). Es un poco técnico, pero créeme, es tan genial como—bueno, digamos que es del tipo de vibras que podrían inspirar una alucinación soñadora sobre encontrar el groove perfecto.

Sí, tengo un doctorado en biología evolutiva, y eso suena impresionante hasta que descubres que lo dejé en cuanto conseguí un buen trabajo. Estaba aburrido como una ostra. La gente me mira como a un tipo que ganó la lotería y luego lo gastó todo en Beanie Babies (no soy tan malo, ¿verdad?). Pero pasar de la ciencia de nuevo a la música no fue simplemente abandonar—fue finalmente sintonizar con algo más profundo. La música y la ciencia pueden parecer primos lejanos, pero para mí, están entrelazados—ambas son formas de desentrañar los secretos del universo.

Ahora vivo en Capulálpam De Méndez, un pueblo místico en las montañas de Oaxaca. La antigua cultura zapoteca corre profundo aquí, y la creatividad fluye tan libremente como el mezcal en las fiestas (y créeme, hay muchas fiestas).

El arte es para todos, y siempre busco crear algo que conecte—ya sea una estructura armónica compleja o solo la cantidad justa de groove para hacerte olvidar tus problemas (o tus llaves, en mi caso).

Así que si te gusta la música que oscila en el borde del caos pero que la mayoría de las veces aterriza justo donde debe estar—bienvenido. Solo no esperes que recuerde cómo llegué aquí, o dónde dejé mi bolsa. En serio, creo que mi pasaporte estaba allí... ¿Fue en el tuk-tuk? (suena como una broma, pero... ehh, no lo es...).

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