Backing Track provided by TGuitar ==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XzYE_ITAn70
WAITING OUT THE STORM
V1
The roof is leaking
The boat is sinking
The whole world is thinking the same thing
Evil is rising
Goodness is shrinking
The oligarchs are choosing their Luciferian king

CHORUS
Waiting out the storm
Waiting out the storm again
It’s been storming since I can remember when
Waiting out the storm again
Again
And again
Waiting out the storm again

V2
People are dying
People are praying
The whole world is saying the same thing
The truth needs carving
It’s time for paying
No more casting votes for madmen on a string, no

CHORUS
And we’re waiting out the storm
Waiting out the storm again
It’s been storming since I can remember when
Waiting out the storm again
Again
And again
Waiting out the storm again
Oooooh-oooooh
Oooooh-oooooh

V3
As the storm moves closer
No place to take cover
Let the Almighty’s thunder be my guide
May His judgment be swift
May I receive His gift
As I exit the Devil’s tumultuous tide

CHORUS
Waiting out the storm
Waiting out the storm again
It’s been storming since I can remember when
Waiting out the storm……..

….…Waiting out the storm
Waiting out the storm again
It’s been storming since I can remember when
Waiting out the storm again
Again
And again
We’re waiting out the storm again

Ooooh-ooooh-ooooh
Ooooh-ooooh-ooooh
Ooooh-ooooh-ooooh

Waiting out the storm again
Waiting out the storm again
Waiting out the storm again
And again, ooooh-oooh

© 2025 Renee La Chapelle – All Rights Reserved

WAITING OUT THE STORM

Radiations *  Shekinah Fire

Another hypercanon piece.  

This time, from the mathematical perspective, beats get filled when their beat number equals the sum of a square, a positive cube and 6th power.  

Because the powers vary, the music keeps the counts on different instruments. 

The numbers to square get heard on the piano (with 1 the top key and then descending chromatically).

The numbers to cube get heard on pizzicato strings tuned in 19-TET, using an ascending scale that divides three octaves into 19 equal intervals which sound as nearly 10:9 rations.

The numbers to raise to the 6th power, never more than 4, map to a small gamut of tuned drums.

The complexities of the sets of sums of just two kinds of powers asserts itself as the irregular staggered entrances of the canon on the instrument associated with other power.  

If this is too much information for you, the bottom line is an intense listen which, white it has a hypersimple underlying concept, also feature a rather complex surface regardless, and because of the density of the beat numbers with a "yes" answer, intense but also unfamiliar syncopation. 

Big thank you to Peter Thoegersen, who literally wrote the book on polymicrotonal (and polytempic) music.  He's a genius and you should check out his music.  While his music and also his working methods are quite different than mine, he has opened me up to one of his great discoveries, namely that the listening mind can instinctively decouple the layers of a complex music according to the tuning systems girding each layer (at a given moment).  The effect is like passing to an experience in a higher dimension, akin to the discovery of perspective in visual art.   I'm not sure Peter would even count this as "poly" since two of the layers are 12TET and my treatment of 19TET avoids actual microintervals.  But I'd never have come to this way of projecting my ideas without his influence.

Higher Powers, for Piano, Percussion and Pizzicato Strings

Music, lyrics, vocal & ac. guitar : Grave
Other instruments & mix : PJ Project

Time waits for no one

Day mode vox in/improved on first vocal attempt since and added acoustic guitar. My uncles Ovation...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p6xMOTjLIaY&list=RDp6xMOTjLIaY&start_radio=1
That is the original version by The Moody Blues... If you don't know the song... Meet a song that people will still listen to in millions of years. It's amazing the Moody Blues original!


Man this song has dug in deep for me. I'd say it was possibly the third song I learned on guitar. Polly by Nirvana, Stairway to Heaven by Led Zepp and then I probably played this one more then any for a few years. I remember watching my Uncle Liam who just left us, RIP buddy... playing it when I was a teenager and I was in awe. He was such an amazing performer and his playing is possibly the single most important real that made me lean to song writing as opposed to becoming a technically great musician.

This is for you Liam, the Ovation is in, we both played this song more times on that guitar then we could count... The guitar travelled with both of us around Europe years apart (although I only made France and Holland with it 😆🤷🏽). Ovy is now 42! I wouldn't be what I am today without you man. Love ya forever and thanks for teaching me

Lyrics (Written by Justin Hayward)

Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I'd always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore

'Cause I love you
Yes, I love you
Oh, how I love you

Gazing at people
Some hand in hand
Just what I'm going through
They can't understand
Some try to tell me
Thoughts they cannot defend
Just what you want to be
You will be in the end

And I love you
Yes, I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you

Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I've written
Never meaning to send
Beauty I've always missed
With these eyes before
Just what the truth is
I can't say anymore

'Cause I love you
Yes, I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you
'Cause I love you
Yes, I love you
Oh, how I love you
Oh, how I love you


This track is NOT monetised

Nights in White Satin (A Rendition of the Moody Blues Original track 1968)

Simple version of a relatively new song.  

don't leave me .. all alone. don't leave me all alone.
Light shining from your eyes was like heaven
And lights the way back to your love
And your wide open arms does my heart shatter and scatter me
Don't leave me all alone
I feel you near me at the sunrise.. I hear you tell me not to cry
But like waves they fill my eyes and tears wash over me.. this tragedy
Don't leave me all alone.
Your voice is fading now but im not letting go
I'll find a way back to your love ..and your wide open arms
does my heart shatter.. and scatter me..

Dont Leave me all Alone

Shadowmaker

"May every sunrise hold more promise and every sunset more peace." ✌️

Mastering by @bahram-dashtii 🙏

Here comes the sun

Trop de prisonniers politiques dans le monde!
J'ai composé cette chanson sur un texte de Boris Vian,  un écrivain, poète, parolier, et  chanteur français que j’admire beaucoup.
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian

Too many political prisoners in the world!
I composed this song on a text by Boris Vian, a French writer, poet, lyricist, and singer whom I admire very much.
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian

Les images ne sont pas des vrais prisonniers
The images are not real prisoners
 Translation after the French text


Le Politique (par Boris Vian, Extrait)

Ils ont sonné à ma porte
Je suis sorti de mon lit
Ils sont entré dans ma chambre
Ils m’ont dit de m’habiller

Le soleil par la fenêtre
Ruisselait sur le plancher
Ils m’ont dit mets tes chaussures 
On chantait sur le palier`

J’ai descendu l’escalier
Entre leurs deux uniformes 
Adossé à une borne
Un clochard se réveillait

Ils me donneront la fièvre
La lumière dans les yeux
Ils me casseront les jambes
A coups de souliers ferrés

Mais je ne dirai rien
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien

Ils m’ont demandé mon âge
J’ai répondu vingt sept ans 
Ils ont écrit de mensonges
Sur des registres pesants

Ils voulaient que je répète
Tout ce que j’avais chanté
Il y avait une mouche
Sur la manche du greffier

Mais  je ne dirais rien 
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien

Qui vous a donné le droit 
De juger votre prochain
Votre robe de droit noir
Ou vos figures de deuils

Si vous voulez que je vive
Mettez moi en liberté
Si vous voulez que je meure
A quoi bon me torturer

Mais  je ne dirais rien 
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien



The Politician (by Boris Vian, Excerpt)

They rang my doorbell
I got out of bed
They came into my room
They told me to get dressed

The sun through the window
Streamed onto the floor
They told me to put on your shoes
We were singing on the landing

I went down the stairs
Between their two uniforms
Leaning against a post
A tramp was waking up

They'll give me a fever
The light in my eyes
They'll break my legs
With their iron-shod shoes

But I won't say anything
Because I have nothing to say
I believe in what I love
And you know it well

They asked me my age
I answered twenty-seven
They wrote lies
In heavy registers

They wanted me to repeat
Everything I had sung
There was a fly
On the sleeve of Clerk

But I won't say anything
Because I have nothing to say
I believe in what I love
And you know that well

Le politique

Traurigkeit in der Menschheit

Thankfully my dear friend Jörg @joerxworx accepted my invitation to soar over this just released piece with his own Improvisation. And i Love it! <3     His sonorous Tones take it to a whole Other level. 

Bless his musical heart n soul!                               

May you enJOY!  We certainly did.

Quantum Twilight Cover Art:  by Jörg Stohwasser

Quantum Twilight * w. Alto Sax by Jorexworx

Composer, mathematician, visual artist. 
Seeks collaboration with performers and choreographers.

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Higher Powers, for Piano, Percussion and Pizzicato Strings

David Victor Feldman