I love improvising and “being in the moment” of creating and playing music at the same time. It’s like taking an impromptu snapshot of a particular point in time, to be remembered later. This work was created late one evening this past week on a very cold, clear evening when the house was warm, quiet and still.  I might revise it in the future, but for now, I like the musical picture and the memory of the peaceful moment it was created.

Beginning (An Improvisation)

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I heard today that a ceasefire has been decided in the Middle East from January 19, 2025. So good for the population! And YES, the ceasefire in the Middle East was implemented. Now we hope it lasts!
Oh, so much news reaching us world citizens. It's uneasy both here and there. We expect a ceasefire in the Middle East in two days. Hope it goes through! Then we have the war against Ukraine - it's written in the stars how it will go here!

News

I sit here and I look through my window panthe winter storms are raging and the snow falls down
the news reach me and I am surprised how all things can go wrong
there are those fires in the states
I feel so pity for those folks


The peace in the Baltic sea seems to be threatened now
there are some vessels who destroyed several cables on the bottom of the sea
they call it hybrid war which may be the new way to be bad
we really hope that it will stay
with these insidious attacks


When the world has been troubled, the politics seems to shift 
from democracy to the harder right wings  
One can see this in Europe and also in other parts of the world.
this is so bad for the poor
who usually gets hurt


I wonder what has happened in the Middle east
they discussed a ceasefire - but how long will it take
to come to a decision down there so the people can breathe out
I feel so pity for these folks
who suffer so much

News - 2025-01-17 13.50

Verse 1
Well he starts the day at sunrise
cause there ain't no other way
wakin' up before the world begins
just to turn for another day
That's the way his father worked
and his father before him
passin' on the things that you need to know
just to grow into a man
Just workin' on the land

Chorus
We're just waitin' for the sunrise
and sittin' in the dark
Singing all about the days we lived
while lookin' to the stars
And with the day we grow a little bit
from what we were before
So he gets down on his knees
and he prays to god for just one more
And the rain begins to pour

Verse 2
And the minutes last for hours
when the time turned back then
and the days turned into years
that we can never see again
But it doesn't really matter
cause the world goes on to spin
and the planets and the stars
will all still be there in the end
so let me say again

Chorus x2

V3.01

Just One More

Debonair angle - 28-2-2025

Deep emotions!

A litte song about Flannery O'Connor, American novelist and short story writer who died in 1964
age 39 from Lupus, with the last 10 years of her life becoming increasingly incapacitated by her illness  
.. despite her suffering she continued her craft at the highest level..
There was a movie recently released called Wildcat about her and Ms O'Connor was portrayed by Maya Hawke
I have not seen the film but I took the sound clips in the song from the trailer....don't tell.....

Hey Flannery

Hey Flannery, gone undercover 
Biding your time, country livin’ with your mother 
In that little room, there's a place for the lame and the blind  
Takes a life to discover a good man is hard to find      

Hey Flannery, limping to salvation           
Body betrayed, you write your revelation 
In that little world, you've found a place for the damned and the divine                           
Takes a lifetime to discover a good man is hard to find   

Create him                                       
Erase him                                             
Lover or Liar, he wanders the land     
Embrace him                                            
Forsake him                             
Up on the cross, they don't understand   
The path to grace, a gunshot through the pines  
It's killing time                                   

Hey Flannery, this world is turning   
Books they be banning and forests they be burning 
Your typewriter sings the musings of your mind      
Takes a lifetime to discover a good man is hard to find   

Preach or plead                                      
We've lost our way                                   
Gone off the road                                  
This sunny day                                        
There's a meanness in the world             
Where dark meets light                             
Although we try to run from it                    
It's two steps faster when we slip          
Our fall from grace, the bodies left behind

                        
Hey Flannery, your sisters and your brothers  
Marching up to heaven after hurting one another 
The road to redemption around your little heart it winds  
Takes a lifetime to discover a good man is hard to find 
Takes a life to discover a good man is hard to find
Takes a life to discover that a good man is hard to find








A Good Man Is Hard To Find (Hey Flannery)

method: vst, mainly, and balabolka TTS - until Jeff plucked his guitar into that magic pedal .... I had to dumb the upload down from wav to mp3 to make soundcloud accept it.

narration: you might be familiar with the lyrics - yes, this is the very poem you have heard on Hakan's Shuffle in a different setting ;-)

image: copyright jo richter (using elements photographed on a theatre in Budapest in 2009)

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:

in the nick of time
he gave in to dissent
for the mute perceptive mime
manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine

praise the unerring rebellion
in subconsentious unison
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults

selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
where our homes are still purported to exist

while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad,
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net
of pleasant pleas - and subltleties are colors bright and crude -
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys -
i thought that that - that hat that sat so squat- was you

at the academy of sovereignty
where massive piles of bones and crows
dominate the dark demeanor of the distant
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
buying purple brands of pale deliverance
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior

down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones
ah the one and only poet of starvation
standing in the market of used emotion

endless aisles, end base piles of sadness
masters mean and dirty and their slaves
bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none

thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
Now they're askin’ fifty, literally frivolous dollars--

mother of deception of the self
see me on my knees, subordinate
to her immaculate calamity
that has transactional realities cooperate
under towers dark with blinded blinds
of my infantile infinity--

i asked my shadow: would she follow me
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine
where i might find a package deal on Love -

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters -
shadows neither show nor speak concerning primal matters!
no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak

drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
since it became impossible to find an Avacado
or my favorite alcohol
just don't answer when she fails to call-

kung tze in the subway car

Kung Tze in the Subway Car - with stonerjazz

""Don't Be Denied" is a key song in Neil Young history. It's from the live stage album Time Fades Away taken from tours done to support Young's outstanding smash hit Harvest, and at the same time done during one of Young's darkest times, right after longtime collaborator Danny Whitten had died of an overdose of alcohol and Valium. Young was hitting the bottle pretty hard here and singing in a falsetto voice, the combination of which would cause him to develop a throat infection. Young, with his heart always on his sleeve, sang what he felt.
As stated in Neil Young: Long May You Run: The Illustrated History, "'Don't Be Denied' is an unguardedly autobiographical tune that traces Young's life from his parent's [1961] divorce to his current dichotomous status as poor in soul but rich in commercial success."
The time of Young's parents' divorce was turbulent, as the separation was anything but amicable. However at the time, 16-year-old Neil was raising chickens and selling the eggs, with plans to go to Ontario Agricultural College and be a farmer. Only his leisure activities foretold his future, when he would hide from his family problems in his room with his transistor radio playing local station CHUM. From this, Young learned admiration for Chuck Berry, Little Richard, Jerry Lee Lewis, and of course Elvis. In 1958, his father bought Neil his first music instrument, a plastic ukulele. His father would later recall, "He would close the door of his room... and we would hear plunk, pause while he moved his fingers to the next chord, plunk, pause while he moved again, plunk."                      Songfacts

Don't Be Denied-Neil Young (Cover)

This is an old song written around 2001 when I was a very unhappy bachelor! It was 3 years before I met the love of my life and I guess I was a victim of love!  I was trying to write a Pop Punk Rock song, similar to The Cars of the 80's & 90's. I think I failed, what else is new!! 😣 This was recorded on an old TASCAM 8-track recorder and it sounds very tinny and not very well mixed. I was going to re-record it now with my new equipment but I'm just too behind in other projects to record everything over again, so what you hear, is what you get! Written and recorded around the same time as "Beautiful Blonde" and "That's Between Me and You", as a matter of fact I found this one while I was doing the video for "Beautiful Blonde". Everything is me on this one, including vocals (please forgive) but in a weird quirky way, I kind of like it, it could be a hit, if it was recorded and sung properly. I edited it down a bit, took off about 1 minute and added some new audio special effects here and there. This song is totally about nothing and made up in the studio. Just a guy telling himself he's NOT a victim of love when in fact he very much IS a victim of love! The irony is delicious!😂 

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/pbe_jm38lfw

The video is brand new, I just finished it last month and it's better than the song itself, in my opinion! There are some comic bits in the video since it's a very light hearted song. Thanks for listening & watching and I hope everyone likes it!🙏 Here's a Love Test for you! Just repeat "I'm not a victim of love" 3 times quickly and tap your heels together and if nothing happens you're a victim of love!👍😎✌🏼

“VICTIM OF LOVE”

I WON’T STOP YOU,  
WALK YOUR PRETTY-SELF OUT THAT DOOR,     
IF THAT MAKES YOU HAPPY,   
YOU CAN’T HURT ME ANYMORE,
          
YOUR TEARS WON’T AFFECT ME, 
YOU WON’T BREAK MY HEART AGAIN,     
SO LEAVE IF YOU WANT TO,    
BUT THERE’S NO COMING BACK MY FRIEND,
     
I’LL STAND MY GROUND,        
NO MATTER HOW MUCH IT WEARS ME DOWN,       
YOU WON’T GET THE BEST OF ME, 
B-B-BABY,          
I’LL BE AROUND,        
YOU CAN DISAPPEAR WITHOUT A SOUND,      
I’M IMMUNE TO YOUR VELVET GLOVE,        
AND I’M NOT A VICTIM OF LOVE,  

DON’T WASTE MY TIME,   
IF YOU DON’T LOVE ME THEN SAY GOODBYE,   
EITHER WAY, I’M OKAY,    
BUT YOU WON’T FOOL ME WITH YOUR LIES,
                                                           
DON’T EXPECT ME,               
TO BREAKDOWN BECAUSE YOU’RE GONE,   
DO WHAT YOU FEEL IS RIGHT,     
BUT YOU’LL REGRET IT IF YOU’RE WRONG, 

I’LL STAND MY GROUND,         
NO MATTER HOW MUCH IT WEARS ME DOWN,        
YOU WON’T GET THE BEST OF ME, 
B-B-BABY,        
I’LL BE AROUND,        
YOU CAN DISAPPEAR WITHOUT A SOUND,        
I’M IMMUNE TO YOUR VELVET GLOVE,         
AND I’M NOT A VICTIM OF LOVE,         
I'M NOT A VICTIM OF LOVE,        
I'M NOT A VICTIM OF LOVE,        
I'M NOT A VICTIM OF LOVE! 
                           
BY JIM VALDES 
© 2001

"VICTIM OF LOVE" (Video - https://youtu.be/pbe_jm38lfw)

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