musicianship on toplevel.. arrangement,playing and vocal performance..Not to forget the lyrics..great heartbreaking Story.
perfect!🎹🎤🎶

What a wonderful song and are. - so Powerful🤛🤛🎶

Compelling song told from the point of view of the victim.

Aww this is so heartwarming heartmoving beautiful music I just need to learn Spanish but thanks to ai I'm sure I can get translation lol. Well done lovely.

Beautiful lyrics for ai voice, you sir are a talented wordsmith and lyricist,  gran trabajo !!!

I was excited! Congratulations you did a great job!

Sounds ..vocal.. really good! 🌍 ☮︎ 👍

🦉The Forest Army🌳

Well, this unusual track started with the rhythm guitar part, and each time I added something it took another left turn into the cosmos (hence the title). I wrote the melody with a synth sound I wasn't planning on keeping until I added a vocal...and suddenly I felt Star Trek theme vibes. (Or maybe SC's own Admiral Krank and His Mighty Spacemen https://soundcloud.com/user-766619428). So I created the layers of vocal harmonies using EastWest Sound's "Voices of Soul" which features midi samples of C.C. White (you're definitely going to be hear more of her on future projects!).  I'm playing all of the guitars, bass, keys/synth, and I cut the drum loops. I hope you enjoy this comic trip into the unknown.

Left Turn at Andromeda

Chiara:  Vocals, Girl on the Photography
Nino Chikviladze:  Violin
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass, Synths, Vocals

This song is based on a poem by Tim Cannon who passed away three years ago. 
Thanks so much, Chiara & Nino!

Bright Eyes  ft. CHIARA

Rework 2025

Devilish People (Rework 2025)

I’ve somehow locked myself outside, 
And my phone just died
After I read the text you sent me, 
But before i could reply

And then It began to rain, 
so naturally I missed the train
And it’s the last one till the morning, 
so i guess i f*ck*d things up again

But I’ll make it up to you 
This time I will see it through
I’ll crawl down the street for you
 I’ll do anything i have to do

If I can make it there by morning 
Before your tender heart aches
If i can see your porch light burning
If i can beat the break of day

Then i will can find a way to show you
then i will can find the words to say
How I would move the mountains for you 
I love you more and more each day

Yeah I know it seems so strange 
Walking in the pouring rain
In the middle of the boulevard, 
and i am not quite sure where i am

Suddenly the darkest night 
Begins to glow a softer gray
And I can see your house is shining  
Like a beacon far away

Now i see you run outside 
And your arms are open wide
And whatever came before this moment 
Is lost inside your eyes

If I Can Make It There By Morning

Thank you for listening to this track. This is track 01 from my recently released album. 
I realize the meaning of this might not come through in its translation.
Think:  greed and consumerism denounced in sarcastic apathy.

Produced By Brenda Doss
Mixed By John Fields
Mastered By Rareform Mastering
Song By Brenda Doss and Dave Zeiher
©2024 By Brenda Doss (BMI)

Lyrics:

You’ve got that new car smell
I like the way you look
So why should I care
If I’m your driver of the month
So let’s get down to business baby
Something new will gratify us
Satisfaction guaranteed with

More and more...

I live a toilet paper world
Of paper cups and plastic forks
I can’t recall what I did yesterday
I like a change I like it fast 
Addicted to nothing that lasts and 
God, I love this new car that has

More and more...


Everything disposable 
What of the future
Use it up and throw it all away
Getting tired of living 
In a toilet paper world
In a toilet paper world

More and more...

I want it all I want it now
Have my cake and eat it all somehow
Can’t wait to take this baby for a spin
But sooner or later 
My new car will start failing
And then he will require

More and more...

Give me more 
I want more 
Give me more 
I want more

Brenda Doss

Toilet Paper World

Pour qui je compte     ( Translated following the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/9njE-7si0d0
Texte :           Muette
Chant lead : Philippe J
Choeurs :      Liora 

Il y a des carnets
Et des mots égarés
Tout au fond des tiroirs
Et qu'on n'relit jamais
Parce qu'on est en retard
Et qu'y a toujours quelqu'un
Dont il faut prendre soin
Et ce quelqu'un, c'est jamais soi.

Dans la frileuse Flandre,
Sous les chênes et les hêtres,
Il y a ce tas de cendre
Après un feu de fête.
Au milieu, des canettes,
Des souv'nirs jetés là
Qu'on ramass' les yeux las
Pour les trier plus tard, peut-être.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit :
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Les glacières dans le coffre,
La guitare dans sa housse,
On se serre un peu fort.
Un dernier regard pour
Les lits de mousse tassée,
Et les arbres muets
Mêm' quand l' bûch'ron les couche.
Et chacun r'part de son côté.

Alors on compte sur ses doigts.
Un' seul' main suffit quand on s'dit:
Pour qui je compte vraiment ?

Et puis quand la clairière,
S'éclaircit plus encore,
Qu'on sait par cœur le bois,
Ses pièges, ses réconforts,
Assis sur les souches
On se parle à soi-même
En dénombrant ses doigts.
On se demande : Qui m'aime ? Qui m'aime ?
Et une seule main suffit. 

For whom I count on

There are notebooks
And lost words
At the bottom of drawers
That we never reread
Because we're late
And there's always someone
We have to take care of
And that someone is never ourselves.

In chilly Flanders,
Under the oak and beech trees,
There is a pile of ashes
After a festive bonfire.
In the middle, cans,
Memories thrown away
That we pick up with weary eyes
To sort through later, perhaps.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we ask ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

The coolers in the trunk,
The guitar in its case,
We hug a little tighter.
One last look at
The beds of packed moss,
And the silent trees
Even when the lumberjack cuts them down.
And everyone goes their separate ways.

So we count on our fingers.
One hand is enough when we say to ourselves:
Who do I really count on?

And then when the clearing
Grows even brighter,
When we know the woods by heart,
Its traps, its comforts,
Sitting on the stumps
We talk to ourselves
Counting our fingers.
We ask ourselves: Who loves me? Who loves me?
And one hand is enough.

Pour qui je compte. avec Philippe J

Remixes 2925

Firefly (Ambient Remix)

The Snow Queen – The Fox
October 2025
Duration: 2:15
Listen to more music from the Snow Queen ballet at: soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/the-snow-queen-music-for-danse
Based on a short melody from a Russian gypsy folk song 
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing The Snow Queen Ballet January 2026 in Colorado.
For violin, clarinet, alto sax, tenor sax, baritone sax, double bass, marimba and percussion.

The Snow Queen - The Fox

Atmospheric 80s saxophone from the wonderful Jörg: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

Remixes

The night turns to gray

The night turns to gray feat. joerxworx

this is another track , written, played and recorded while Netta was visiting from Norway….cheers for having a listen and your support👍

Who Can Say

Remind me of that song again
The one that has the saddest end
you know it too, you sang it to me
Long ago

Got me thinking about that time.
When I was yours and I had mine
Now we just live somewhere in the past
mmmm

Whatever happened to those days?
Nothing ever stays the same
Could it be the one that got away?
Who can say?

I could plan for days and days
There must be a thousand ways
That I could try and make you see
That you belong here with me

I dont really worry now
tomorrow made up it’s mind
And today feels like an only friend
and yesterday left us behind
again

Who Can Say

En tu memoria ❤️ 

In memoriam ❤️

Un Feminicidio que Conmocionó a México

Fátima Cecilia Aldrighetti Antón, una niña de 7 años, desapareció el 11 de febrero de 2020 en Xochimilco, Ciudad de México. Su cuerpo sin vida fue encontrado cuatro días después. Los responsables, Gladis Giovanna Cruz Hernández y Mario Alberto Reyes Nájera, fueron condenados a 170 años de prisión por secuestro y feminicidio.

*Homenaje*

Recordemos a Fátima Cecilia y luchemos por justicia para las víctimas de feminicidio y violencia de género. Podemos:
- Recordar su historia y mantener viva su memoria.
- Apoyar a las víctimas y colaborar con organizaciones que trabajan para prevenir la violencia de género.
- Exigir justicia y pedir a las autoridades que implementen medidas efectivas para prevenir y sancionar la violencia de género.


English 


A Femicide That Shocked Mexico* Fátima Cecilia Aldrighetti Antón, a 7-year-old girl, disappeared on February 11, 2020, in Xochimilco, Mexico City. Her body was found four days later. Those responsible, Gladis Giovanna Cruz Hernández and Mario Alberto Reyes Nájera, were sentenced to 170 years in prison for kidnapping and femicide. *Tribute* Let us remember Fátima Cecilia and fight for justice for the victims of femicide and gender-based violence. We can: - Remember her story and keep her memory alive. - Support the victims and collaborate with organizations working to prevent gender-based violence. - Demand justice and ask the authorities to implement effective measures to prevent and punish gender-based violence.


Verse 1 

From a cloud in the sky I'm writing you this letter In simple words Explaining what's happening 

Verse 2 

One February afternoon My life was taken away No one mourned that event But my soul was lifted up

 Pre-Chorus 

There's little empathy Because everyone sees the misfortune as so far away 

Chorus

 Just as I was deceived Hurt and killed I don't want it to be you I don't want you to be mistreated A cursed being ended my life It could have been avoided But I trusted the wrong person And my life has been taken I tell you from here, Be careful who you trust. 

Verse 3 

That world I walked on Was a nightmare I wanted to live I was just a little girl Verse 4 Why does no one protect me I said to myself Because no one loves me How sad my agony 

Bridge 

And now I only ask that no one else suffers like I did 

Chorus

 Just as I was deceived Hurt and killed I don't want it to be you I don't want you to be mistreated A cursed being ended my life It could have been avoided But I trusted the wrong person And my life has been taken I tell you from here, Be careful who you trust. 

Outro

 I hope my death is not in vain and you can learn from me. I am Fatima and I was just a little girl.

Lyrics: Miguel Ángel Botello


Verso 1

Desde una nube del cielo
Es que te escribo esta carta
En palabras sencillas
explicando lo que  pasa

Verso 2

Una tarde de Febrero 
mi vida fue arrebatada
Nadie lloró aquel suceso
Pero mi alma fue elevada

Pre Coro

Hay poca empatía 
Porque Todos ven la desgracia tan lejana

Coro

Así como fui engañada 
Lastimada y ultimada 
No quiero que seas tú 
No quiero que seas maltratada 

Un ser maldito terminó mi vida
Pudo haberse evitado 
Pero confié en quien no debía 
Y mi vida ha arrebatado 

Te digo desde aquí, 
Cuidado en quién confías. 

Verso 3

Ese mundo que pisé
Fue una pesadilla 
Tenía ganas de vivir
Yo sólo era una niña 

Verso 4

Por qué nadie me protege 
decía para mí misma 
Porque nadie me ama 
Qué triste mi agonía 

Bridge 

Y ahora sólo pido que nadie más sufra como yo sufría

Coro

Así como fui engañada 
Lastimada y ultimada 
No quiero que seas tú 
No quiero que seas maltratada 

Un ser maldito terminó mi vida
Pudo haberse evitado 
Pero confié en quien no debía 
Y mi vida ha arrebatado 

Te digo desde aquí, 
Cuidado en quién confías.


Outro

Espero que mi muerte no sea en vano y puedas aprender de mí. Soy Fátima y sólo era una niña.

Letra: Miguel Ángel Botello 

El corazón de Fátima- D'mendo Boteli.wav

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
_______________________________________________________________________________

You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
_________________________________________________________________________________

"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
_________________________________________________________________________________

Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
___________________________________________________________________________________

Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Steel Drum solo. Roland Synthesizer Bass. Yamaha Synthesizer Bass. Korg Synthesizer Bass. Gibson SG Electric Guitar Rhythm. Roland Synthesizer Rhythm. Drums Full kit set. Percussion Cow Bell, Tambourine, Electronic Snare. Zildjain 22" Ride & Crash Cymbals.

Let it Ride

Steel Drum Ride

Steel Drum ride

Song from the rock opera Five Thousand Sasquatch

North American Rocketball

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement and mix

Hi Everyone!
The seasons change, but I still surf... on my guitar board 😎
This is a new version of my older track called „Born to Surf”.
I hope you enjoy the blend of surf rock and synth pop beats 🔆

This new version is dedicated to my friends: J.J. Terrell, Josh Clary and Håkan Skeneby (Well) 🍀

The cover image was downloaded from Pixabay.

Many thanks for listening and support!
Artur

Still Surfing (Part 1)

Blue Sky Heart - American Country

CUENTA OPERADA POR REPRESENTANTES 

La Biografía de D'mendo Boteli: Un Relato de Arte, Resiliencia y Misterio

D'mendo Boteli es un enigma viviente, una fuerza creativa cuya existencia se forjó entre la genialidad y la adversidad. Nacido el 24 de septiembre de 1974, su vida es una epopeya moderna, un viaje de transformación que lo ha llevado desde las cimas del éxito hasta las profundidades de la pérdida, solo para resurgir con una obra más potente y auténtica.

El Origen de un Prodigio

Desde sus primeros años, D'mendo Boteli se manifestó como un ser de talentos inusuales. A los ocho años ganó un concurso de poesía, y a los trece se convirtió en padre. Lejos de doblegarlo, estas circunstancias lo impulsaron hacia una búsqueda artística sin límites. De forma autodidacta, se convirtió en un pianista prodigioso, dominando las sonatas de Beethoven sin una educación formal, mientras incursionaba como oyente en la Facultad de Medicina de la UNAM, buscando respuestas en la ciencia.

Su talento musical floreció en la composición de más de 200 obras para piano y conjuntos de cámara. Como compositor neoclásico, Boteli desarrolló un estilo propio y auténtico que lo llevó a dar recitales privados en escenarios de Colombia, Chile, Brasil y Argentina.

Ascenso y Caída de un Visionario Empresarial

La creatividad de Boteli no se confinó al arte. Su mente de empresario lo llevó a la cima, donde se asoció con la prestigiosa firma Grupo Mores Tempora, proveyendo ropa de alto lujo a boutiques de élite como El Palacio de Hierro y Liverpool. Las marcas que manejaba incluían Aquascutum of London, The London badge & Button y Jean Baptiste Caumont. 

En 1999, invirtió en un ambicioso proyecto hotelero en Cancún con influyentes inversionistas judíos y libaneses, amasando un capital considerable.

Sin embargo, el destino tenía otros planes. Tras una abrupta ruptura sentimental, se vio obligado a huir del país. El fracaso de sus negocios culminó en 2004, dejándolo en la quiebra. Pero el golpe más duro llegó en 2007 con la trágica pérdida de su madre, un evento seguido por el saqueo y robo de sus bienes a manos de los hijos de su padrastro. 

Estos oscuros capítulos no fueron el final de su historia, sino el crisol donde se forjó su verdadera fuerza.

La Lucha y el Renacer de un Artista

La adversidad en la vida de D'mendo Boteli no se limitó a lo personal y financiero. En 2005, sufrió un atentado, y las peleas y en 2006 diferencias con otra ex pareja, sobrina de un jefe de la mafia, lo llevaron a abandonar la vida pública por completo.

Estos eventos, lejos de silenciarlo, canalizaron su experiencia en un acto de creación pura y un resurgimiento artístico imparable.

Volvió a la música, incursionando con pasión en el género popular, con canciones que se encuentran en plataformas como Spotify, Apple Music y Tidal. Entre sus títulos más conocidos se encuentran:
 

 * "Estás mejor sin mi"
 * "Más allá del miedo"
 * "Eres basura"
 * "Aunque el universo acabe"
 * "Si tú me hicieras falta"
 * "Esclavo de tus caricias" 

Además de la música, su pluma se ha vuelto más prolífica. Ha escrito novelas como "Isabella y el Peregrino", "El corazón de Fátima" y "Los niveles más bajos del alma", y actualmente está creando "El Gambito del Alma" en Wattpad.

Como artista plástico, pintó más de 200 obras que han adornado las paredes de coleccionistas de arte.

La negativa de Boteli a asistir a sus propias exposiciones lo envuelve en un aura de misterio, ganándose el apodo de "El artista fantasma".

D'mendo Boteli continúa su labor creativa, buscando colaboraciones y exponiendo su trabajo. Su historia es un poderoso testimonio de la incesante curiosidad y el compromiso inquebrantable con la expresión artística, demostrando que su legado se forja no solo a través de sus obras, sino a través de su propia capacidad para renacer de las sombras.

https://open.spotify.com/artist/7fuK5iu8p9VzDTwhwoYKMP?si=0IgFpjQdS7K69TyI8MQN4A


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