Very good track! I liked the enveloping sound

Awesome synth wave storytelling 🤍 Excellent tension and build 🔥

Profondeur sonore impressionnante. Une atmosphère planant sur l'incommensurable. Excellente composition.

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'Inner Sanctum III' is a Jazz Fusion Track in collaboration with my friend John  Corsaro. Joining John, an excellent drummer and percussionist, on this track was an absolute blast and just an honour to play with such a great player. I actually posted this track up 8 years ago, but on a chance hearing of it being played randomly on Youtube recently, I decided to give it another airing. I hope you find it enjoyable and thank you in advance, if perhaps, you might have some thoughts to share in the comments.
Alan.

John Corsaro - Composition and Drums
Alan Hamilton - Composition. Keys, Bass, Brass and Wind, arranging and production

Inner Sanctum III

Inner Sanctum III (Feat. John Corsaro)

6th piece in a series of experiments to try other approaches:
'The A Priori' (piano / strings, bass, art painting: Ax.W.)
You're welcome to listen if you like, if you can.

“It is better to keep your mouth closed and let people think you are a fool than to open it and remove all doubt.” (Mark Twain)

https://soundcloud.com/axelweis/sets/future-collection

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Future VI: The A Priori

Hear the great great Gaelic voices sing this waltz!

waltzing angels

Watch the video on Youtube:
https://youtu.be/z28iIJzGLw8
https://youtu.be/KZtdaoM5BCs
Listen to Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/track/1gAiv93wBEWPOhDoCr5IzT?si=6151f98bbcc848d9

The Last Breath (Now on Spotify)

Cast of Characters:
Stonerjazz-- @user-911083679 -- narration of questions
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur– guitar
mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark—synth effects, synth strings and flute, lyrics, and vocals
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – guitar and production
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– guitar, banjo, slide, sitar, and production
J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell –electric piano, organ, synth, bass, drums, vocals, and production
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums, percussion, and vocals
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –- guitar, bass, madolin, keys, banjo, lap steel, sitar, and vocals
Huge thanks, too, to the other featured musicians to whom we're very grateful to for sharing their music and talents with us this past year. They are the fuel that drives the EC into new musical realms. They include:

CGMANESS-- user-419254289-15129531
TEA R. SEA-- @tea_are_sea
STEVE'S PLANET-- @steve-vervaet
JOHN ANTHONY-- @john-anthony-871225464
ELPIVERSE-- @elpiverse 
SCOTTY (ONE MAN VERITY SHOW)-- @one-man-verity-show 
ROY ROY-- @user-967672349 
MARK FOSELLA-- @mark_f_2019 
FRANS BEELAARD-- @user-936947521 
THE MYSTERIOUS DECIBEL--  @themysteriousdecibel 
DAVID MARCONI-- @david-marconi-917184705 
RON LEWIS--  @ron-lewis-779503933 
JAMES TOBUREN (WITCHES OF THE ALAMO)-- @witchesofthealamo
 JEFF ROBERTS-- @jeff_roberts

  Well folks, it's that time of year again. It's time for the Eclectic Collective to take stock of the fruits of the year previous, and reflect on what making music together means to all of us. We hope you all take a chunk of time and indulge in our gift to you. We wanted to address every one of our SoundCloud friends with our voices as an intimate way to connect with each of you.
  This has become a tradition within the EC now that we've made it to our second (and a half) year of making music together. For the second time, JJ asked our friend and sometimes collaborator Jeff (Stonerjazz) to ask some interview questions of us. Then, we all came up with the answers and sent them to JJ to assemble the project.
  This mighty music machine we've created, that manages to release a new song every Friday, wouldn't mean anything if no one was listening to us. Which is why we want to extend our very sincere thanks to you for tuning in and supporting our efforts. If one other person gets joy from our music, that's such a huge accomplishment. However, it really feels like a bunch of people whom we really respect are digging what we're doing, which feels truly humbling and fulfilling. 
  With that, we hope you enjoy hearing us voice our thoughts over the highlights of our musical year as much as we enjoyed a year rich in music and comradery. Happy New Year!
 Here's a breakdown of the time stamps for each of our individual questions and answers, in case you want to skip ahead or want to hear someone more than once. 
1:28 TEZ Q1
2:20 TEZ Q2
2:37 TEZ Q3 
4:42 KEN Q1 
7:36 KEN Q2 
13:04 MARK Q1
18:42 STEPHEN Q1 
23:21 JOSH Q1
27:36  ARTUR Q1  
32:00 J.J. Q1

The 2024 Eclectic Collective Rockumentary

Letra: Rafael Moraira
Música, orquestación y producción: Rafael Serrano

English
11th century. Ishbiliya. The Seville of taifas, the "flat city", also poetically called Alquivira (The Great).
Legend has it that the Poet King Almotamid or Almutamid, trying to spin some verses on the banks of the Rio Grande (Guad-al-Quivir) could not find the foot of one of them:
"The breeze turns the river into a chainmail coat..."
When, faced with his poetic blockage, a female voice behind him, hidden in the vegetation of the river, concluded:
"There is no better chainmail than the one frozen by the river."
It was the slave Itimad, called Romaiquiya, who would become his beloved Queen in an idyllic taifa. Until the invasion of the Almoravids banished him forever to Ahmad, near Morocco, where, faithful and in love, Itimad followed her until her last days.
You can visit her splendid Mausoleum there. And perhaps you will hear those verses that today are... nothing.
Like almost everything that was that Great City.

Español
Siglo XI. Ishbiliya. La Sevilla de taifas, la "ciudad llana", también llamada poéticamente Alquivira (La Grande).
Cuenta le leyenda que el Rey Poeta Almotamid o Almutamid, tratando de hilar unos versos a orillas del Río Grande (Guad-al-Quivir) no encontraba el pie a uno de ellos:
“La brisa convierte al río en una cota de malla…” 
Cuando, ante su bloqueo poetico, una voz femenina a sus espaldas, oculta en la vegetación del río, concluyó:
“Mejor cota no se halla como la congele el río.”
Era la esclava Itimad, llamada la Romaiquiya, que llegaría a ser su amada Reina en una taifa idílica. Hasta que la invasión de los almorávides lo desterró para siempre a Ahmad, cerca de Marruecos, a donde, fiel y enamorada, la siguió hasta sus últimos días Itimad.
Podéis visitar allí su espléndido Mausoleo. Y quizás oigáis esos versos que hoy son... nada.
Como casi todo lo que fue aquella Gran Ciudad.


LETRA:

Ay, Alquivira!.
El viento hacía del agua,
ay, Alquivira,
rizos de nácar.
Almotamid divagaba:
"Yo te quisiera hilvanar 
 en una cota de malla,
 y el río no se deja hilar".
Ay, Alquivira!.
Si el relente te helara...
Ay, Alquivira!.
Ay, mi Alquivira!.
Oyó una voz a su espalda:
"Cómo lo quieres helar
 si la calor de Sevilla 
 son los ojos de Itimad?".

Ay, Alquivira!.
Qué nos queda ya?.
Ni casi río ni rey
ni el sol de Romaiquiya...

Ay, Alquivira!
El tiempo hace del agua,
ay, Alquivira,
rizos de nada.
Almotamid cada mayo
de las prisiones de Ahmad
va a Alquivira de la mano
del fantasma de Itimad.
Oye una voz la Giralda:
"Cómo te quieres helar
 si la calor de Sevilla 
 son los ojos de Itimad?".

¡Ay! Alquivira

We are pleased to present track 7 from our latest album, 'Haunting One Seven,' full album available on Bandcamp, we hope you’ll enjoy!

outstation.bandcamp.com/album/haunting-one-seven


Haunting One Seven

A Deity Looks After Me

Horse - w - no - Name

One of the more enriching aspects of a collab' project like this, is the exchange of ideas, drivers and perceptions about the topic at hand;  please note that those which follow are mine alone.

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio
Find David's beautiful guitar work here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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And so it rains… here, in the pile of moral and cultural rubble roughly where a place called England used to be.  Rain that is not acid, but acrid, coming, as it does, from the persistent shower of vile spittle emanating from the crooked mouths of the horde of liars, cheats, frauds and fornicators at Westminster.  Their policies as illegitimate as their credentials (and certain other aspects of their lives), these creatures shuffle about at the feet of their gay muslim billionaire benefactor / puppetmaster, shamelessly lapping up his tossed treats and trinkets in return for unfettered access to the heart of an executive whose mission is as fraudulent as its mandate: the eradication of the indigenous population, its culture and its history.  Their tools of the trade familiar to any rapacious despot of a failed state: fabricated manifestos; indoctrination to brainwash; history rewritten; injunctions to stem free speech; cancelled elections;  suppression of mainstream media through litigative threat;  transformation of the national broadcaster to the faithful puppy propaganda mouthpiece of the party machine; and hands-on directive control of judiciary and police functions to impose a vindictive and vicious two tier justice system within which peaceful protestors are handed brutal custodial sentences leading to a (no doubt welcome) uptick in prison suicides, as others, of a different ethnic background, violently assault a female police officer or stand on podiums with megaphones, exhorting the crowds before them to slash throats, and then walk free with police protection whilst the precious human rights of convicted terrorists are nurtured even as the mouths of their victims’ loved ones are sealed with gagging orders.  Oh, and should you wish, in this crumbling Year Zero aspirational autocracy, to publicly reject the learned principles underpinning any particular religious faith, then the aforementioned politically directed police will happily offer you a light for any holy text you wish to burn in order to make your point.  With one exception.  And it isn’t the bible....

And so it rains….
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Photo by Norbert Tóth on Unsplash

Rain ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Keith needed to get some stuff out and needed to wail away on his guitar, singing his heart out. I rode his coattails through the concrete. 

King of the Concrete Jungle
Lyrics:

King of the concrete jungle
As far as he could see
Across the road and down the street
As far as the distant tree


Paved with puddles and historical dirt
A field of broken tiles
The Lord of darkened corners
Can see for miles and miles
 

(CHORUS)
NOW ALL AROUND IS CONCRETE
AND GREYNESS WINS THE GREEN
THE KING OF THE CONCRETE JUNGLE
WEEPS FOR YOU AND ME…YOU…AND ME


 Singing from his lamppost
A branch without a tree
The sweetest notes you would ever hear
But no honey for this bee

 
Mouth open to the heavens
Warm sunshine from deep within
Blue skies he used to soar in
Clear waves he used to swim

 (CHORUS)

(INST BREAK)

(CHORUS)

note from Keith:
"This was inspired by a lone blackbird, singing his heart out from the top of a lamppost. (The branch without a tree)  I remember that behind 'his' lamppost there used to stand a beautiful Maple tree...long chopped down to make way for more car-parking space. There's not a single tree left standing down our road now...not one"

Note 2:Terry likes the social/political application to life in the 21st c. , always ready to see a moral to all of Keith's tales. ;)
 
Wigmore: synths, percussion, production
Allen: guitars, bass, lyrics, vocals

King of the Concrete Jungle

Sailing Scottish Waters

[Verse]
From Skye to Harris the journey unfolds
Arran to Mull the stories retold
Salt on the breeze and the gulls in the air
A moment of freedom beyond all compare

[Verse 2]
Waves crash wild on the rugged shore
Nature's symphony I can't ignore
The boat sways soft like a gentle tune
Under the glow of the silver moon

[Chorus]
Oh these Scottish waters they call my name
Through sun and storm they’re never tame
The horizon burns with a golden light
Sailing through day into endless night

[Verse 3]
Rocks stand tall like ancient guards
Marking the path with their battle scars
The ocean’s pulse it beats in time
With the rhythm of this heart of mine

[Bridge]
The sun sinks low in a fiery embrace
Painting the sky with a tender grace
Echoes of bagpipes in the evening breeze
This is where I’m meant to be

[Chorus]
Oh these Scottish waters they call my name
Through sun and storm they’re never tame
The horizon burns with a golden light
Sailing through day into endless night


Sailing Scottish waters

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The Dreamscape

My My My

The Chances of being in the Right Place at the Right Time are Mindblowing

Improvisational psychedelic journeys recorded in Vilnius, Lithuania as part of Bunkersesh project.

Bunkersesh is an underground music project that was based in Vilnius, Lithuania 2022-2023 exploring the world of psychedelic atmosphere. The name bunkersesh comes from the location where this music community formed and created their musical haven - a real bunker in the centre of Vilnius. This is where musicians of different prisms found deep connection through the full spectrum of sonic creation, often exploring memories of ancient tradition, inevitable psychedelia, unsettling atmospheres - all expressed through a futuristic synthesis in the feel and groove of the music that finds them.

Mantas Varnas - synthesisers, samples, music production
Haroldas Parulis - clarinet


/// cover design by Mantas Varnas

Credits go to all of our families, past & future generations that carry the memories of creation.

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Silent Whale

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

An electronic musician and guitarist who especially likes the more nostalgic sounds of the 80s. Composing and producing is my favourite hobby. Thank you to everyone who listens to my music.

I learned my first guitar chords as a teenager in the 90s, that's when I also composed my first songs. Since then, songwriting has been my passion.  In the 90s, my friends and I also founded a band that worked for about 10 years. After the band ended, I wrote songs in a desk drawer and dreamed of a home studio. I also learned to play a little piano. Since 2016, I've been slowly learning to produce music in a DAW environment, first with Garegeband and later with Logic Pro X. In the last couple of years, I've learned more about composing and arranging than in the previous several years, but it feels like the journey is just beginning. Thanks to everyone who has read this far.

I don't use AI to compose or produce my music.

I also publish music on YouTube and Spotify

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