2021

Wine from when Hemingway was writing "For Whom The Bell Tolls".  And it tolls for us all.

Unfiltered

Embrace the Storm (2025) – Facing new beginnings
Embrace the Storm is a powerful symphonic metal song about facing changes. Driven by heavy riffs, soaring choirs and operatic vocals, this song captures the raw chaos of transformation like staring into the heart of a storm, a sense of something breaking apart to make way for something new. Are you ready to cast off the weight of the past and give yourself into the storm?

You can find this song on all streaming portals and Bandcamp:
https://too.fm/ndm-embrace-the-storm
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com/album/embrace-the-storm

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, piano, synthesizer, programming, production
Gabrielle Gold: lyrics
Nadia Selvaggi: vocals
Sebastien Jean: electric guitar, acoustic guitar, lead guitar, bass

Where to find us:
https://soundcloud.com/nadinedemacedo
https://elirahscross.bandcamp.com
https://soundcloud.com/nadiaselvaggi

Embrace the Storm

Embrace the Storm (feat. Nadia Selvaggi)

Me singin my lyrics playin acoustic guitar (missing a string) with my son playin chopsticks "drums" on the stovetop with Tibetan singing bowl, recorded on my phone :)

Pull Me By a String (very demo 2)

An ambient / IDM track with heavy beats & rhythms, accompanied by a synthy bass all supporting a melancholy chord progression.  This track has a nice chill / relaxing vibe while simultaneously getting your foot tapping and head bobbing.

Senile Felines

Para escuchar la versión con MV  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/tarde-de-lluvia-rainy-afternoon
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/tarde-de-lluvia

Tarde de lluvia

Hoy la tarde se viste de gris                          
y la lluvia susurra al cristal                            
una canción que da serena paz.

Cada gota aporta su elixir
y la tierra invita con su olor                                              
a disfrutar de esa sensación.
   
Estribillo

Pero del bulevar se esfumó el calor
de la reunión y de la amistad.
Todos van en tropel a buscar protección
y poder sentir la seguridad.

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En el bar se ve la agitación
y la gente opina sin parar
del temporal y de qué pasará.

Todavía hay nubes de carbón 
que el viento quiere disipar
para volver a ver el sol brillar.

Estribillo

Rainy Afternoon

Today the afternoon turns gray
and the rain whispers to the glass
a song that brings serene peace.

Each drop brings its elixir
and the earth invites with its scent
to enjoy that sensation.

Chorus

But the warmth
of reunion and friendship has vanished from the boulevard.
Everyone rushes in, seeking protection
and a sense of security.

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The commotion in the bar is evident
and people constantly discuss
the storm and what will happen.

There are still coal clouds
that the wind wants to dissipate
so they can see the sun shine again.

Chorus

Tarde de lluvia AC

This song came from a place of emotional conflict, where love and ambition kind of collide. I was in this space where everything around me felt blurry... all these people, all this noise, all this movement, but then there's that one person who still has this quiet hold on you. And yet, even in that connection, we keep spinning in circles, never really landing anywhere.

I wanted to capture what it feels like to choose your passion, your stage, your voice, your art, over a relationship that’s lost its clarity. That line, ‘I’d rather work a microphone than work on us,’ is really personal. Because when I’m on that stage, or in the studio, I feel seen. I feel loved in a way I don’t always get in real life. There’s a kind of euphoria in being heard by strangers that sometimes feels more real than intimacy with someone who’s grown distant.

The second verse dives deeper, waking up to noise, to expectations, to people calling your name, but the one name you want to hold onto is already slipping. And you’re left asking yourself: why are we still running if we’ve both already let go?

It's bittersweet, it’s raw, and it’s real. This isn’t a breakup song in the traditional sense, it’s more like... a confession. Of choosing yourself, even if it hurts.

Tasha- Microphone [ Demo]

A ballad about the dichotomies of love and life.

Sunshine and Rain

MUSICIANS
John Beckmann: all music, lyrics, and production
Tanner McGraw: vocals and backing vocals
Lawson Mars: backing vocals
Lux Astralis, New York: recording studio 
Atomix LA: mastering

LYRICS
Mirror on the wall, it's a little bit wild.
Lipstick tube with a wicked smile.
Cherry red, like a secret spell.
It looks like magic, can you tell?
My heart's doing cartwheels,
in this drugstore light.
I press my lips, I feel something new.
Like I'm glowing inside.
Cherry shine, I crossed that line.
One swipe, I'm walking sky high.
Blush bloom, it's my debut.
In this shade, I'm someone new.
Cherry shine.
Cherry shine.
I blow a kiss to the world outside.
Lip print on my soda, and I don't hide.
A little color, a little brave.
Something sweet I get to save.
Cherry shine, I crossed that line.
One swipe, I'm walking sky high.
Blush bloom, it's my debut.
In this shade, I'm someone new.
Cherry shine.
Cherry shine.
Just a girl
in Cherry Shine.
Stepping out into a time.

CHERRY SHINE

Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/guitarra-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/guitarra-dedicada-al-maestro-jesus-flores-ver-texto

GUITARRA

No sé bien cuándo fue
ni cómo ni dónde
nos vimos por primera vez
pero sí que recuerdo, 
siendo niño en el pueblo,
te miraba fijamente
y después de poseerte
mis dedos bajaban y subían
por tus cuerdas que, al tañirlas,
volaban los sonidos
que para mis oídos
eran como música celestial.

Guitarra, fuiste para mí
como un guardián que me resguardó
del miedo que me impedía dormir
en la penumbra de mi habitación.

Guitarra, fuiste para mí
como la hermana que me faltó:
tu compañía me hizo sentir
la sensación de que siempre existió.

Hoy un hombre ya soy
y nada ha cambiado
porque eres mi don y razón:
el azar quiso un día
que entraras en mi vida
para ser, hoy como ayer, mi pasión.

Guitarra, tú eres para mí
como el mejor cuerpo de mujer:
con tu presencia me haces feliz
con tus canciones me das el placer.

Guitarra, tú eres para mi
lo que de niño mi madre fue
lo que hoy en día me anima a vivir
y me prepara para mi vejez.

GUITAR

I don't know exactly when,
or how, or where
we first met,
but I do remember,
as a child in the village,
I gazed at you fixedly,
and after possessing you,
my fingers would go up and down
your strings, which, when I strummed them,
blew forth sounds
that, to my ears,
were like heavenly music.

Guitar, you were to me
like a guardian who protected me
from the fear that kept me from sleeping
in the darkness of my room.

Guitar, you were to me
like the sister I was missing:
your company made me feel
the sensation that you always existed.

Today I am a man,
and nothing has changed,
because you are my gift and reason:
chance willed one day
that you came into my life
to be, today as yesterday, my passion.

Guitar, you are to me
like the best body of a woman:
with your presence you make me happy,
with your songs you give me pleasure.

Guitar, you are to me
what my mother was as a child,
what today encourages me to live
and prepares me for my old age.

Guitarra (dedicada al maestro Jesús Flores Guitarrista)

The Urge

Original Score for "Memories of Overdevelopment" by Miguel Coyula , Sundance New Frontier Selection 2010
https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0457591/?ref_=nv_sr_1

Awards for Best Original Score Havana New Filmmakers Festival.

Cosmic Interruptions

Directed by Alexo Waendel
Music by Dika Chartoff
Chris Westfall, Guitar

Acceptance Cue 3

Links to Apple Music and Spotify here: gate.fm/6idVr6dQu

music to video montage from the documentary  "Oceans" 
https://vimeo.com/361866432

Composer/Producer - Dika Chartoff
Guitar - Chris Westfall

La Mer

My musical rendition of the poem by Emily Dickinson is licensed by and credited to Harvard University Press as follows:  

THE POEMS OF EMILY DICKINSON, edited by Thomas H. Johnson, Cambridge, Mass.: The Belknap Press of Harvard University Press, Copyright © 1951, 1955 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Copyright © renewed 1979, 1983 by the President and Fellows of Harvard College. Copyright © 1914, 1918, 1919, 1924, 1929, 1930, 1932, 1935, 1937, 1942, by Martha Dickinson Bianchi. Copyright © 1952, 1957, 1958, 1963, 1965, by Mary L. Hampson.

470

I am alive — I guess —
The Branches on my Hand
Are full of Morning Glory —
And at my finger's end —

The Carmine — tingles warm —
And if I hold a Glass
Across my Mouth — it blurs it —
Physician's — proof of Breath —

I am alive — because
I am not in a Room —
The Parlor — Commonly — it is —
So Visitors may come —

And lean — and view it sidewise —
And add "How cold — it grew" —
And "Was it conscious — when it stepped
In Immortality?"

I am alive — because
I do not own a House —
Entitled to myself — precise —
And fitting no one else —

And marked my Girlhood's name —
So Visitors may know
Which Door is mine — and not mistake —
And try another Key —

How good — to be alive!
How infinite — to be
Alive — two-fold — The Birth I had —
And this — besides, in — Thee!

I am alive - I guess

I am alive I guess

I Am Alive I Guess

Beginnings

For what we can and can't explain

“I don't remember my dreams too much. I hardly have ever gotten ideas from nighttime dreams. But I love daydreaming and dream logic and the way dreams go” - David Lynch
​
I love to express stories through music and explore the visceral space that surrounds them. Sometimes I’m interested in creating sound collages, or tapestries of sound that are varied in their nature but unified in their aesthetic aim. Other times I surrender to something lyrical. Most of the time, I feel compelled to make sense of the world, which is impossible. But, after some work, which includes frustration, and occasional eureka moments, I find deep meaning and satisfaction in my music, especially as I near the finish line and embark on a collaborative journey with fellow creatives. 

www.dikachartoff.com

Acceptance Cue 3

Dika Chartoff

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