Oooh, felt like an old tabletop AM radio for a moment. Very nice. :)

Ok, so forgive me for asking. How do the numbered songs work. Is that an intended album? Or just series? Trying to figure out how those compare to the standard song names. :)

You two most definitely make a class act. This is fun. :)

An outstanding rhythm track and great sax....what more can a listener want....Superb.

Fantastic beat, percussions, arrangements, bass and of course Jorg's Sax!! Well done guys!! A Jewel of collaboration! <3

jazzy and real cool grooving....good song

Mystical voices, cool saxophone sound, interesting bass line. Exciting atmosphere. Very nice!

Yes, nice 👍 cool groove and percussion, beautiful sax 👌

Abgesang 22 // remix of "YearTwoZeroTwoTwo" by Paploviante

Paul put this revved up open collab out there under the title "Rock a Car"...well I took it for a reckless joyride.  I was using it to get those ripping, rockin' runs under my fingers. Yes, I may have hit the guardrails a few times with Paul's badass muscle car. But it was a helluva ride! ;0

Stolen Car (Paploviante "Rock a Car" Collab)

One Can Dream (Full Mix)

Music written for seasonal Winter, Autumn or fall time treats. Memories of childhood or could also have a creepier or melancholic quality.

Esoterian

Compassionate scale.
Each impulse results in a force. The more momentum we take, the higher we jump. When there is a misfortune, an impulse of greater or lesser strength is generated. Here is a personal scale of that compassionate strength.
Cs0 Compassion predisposed asleep We are not aware of the existence of a misfortune. There is no force.
Cs1 Instant Compassion. We have seen it on a newspaper page and we have turned the page. It has caught our attention.
Cs2 Indirect compassion. Donations to charities. A person assaults you in the street and asks you, do you want to be human? And you say how much money you do it for. It is instant, but voluntary.
Cs3 Daily Compassion The news of the day. Floods, wars, social injustices. Your ideals come to light. To each one by his side and based on close experiences with said news.
Cs4 Compassion live. You are present when a misfortune occurs, but it is not with you. A violent situation that left a big impression on you.
Cs5 Compassion known. Here we begin to exceed the limits. A friend tells us about the misfortune of his mother. We offer our humanity.
Cs6 Voluntary compassion. You are a volunteer. You offer hours of your life to others many times without knowing them.
Cs7 Compassion target. The bomb explodes in your house, in your family or in your friends. You do everything you can to help.
Cs8 Self-pity. Misfortune concerns you directly. Prevent you from drowning. It can be extraordinary and lead to overcoming or useless if you no longer believe in it.
Cs9 Total compassion. It is when you give yourself to others putting your life at stake. I am not talking about a soldier, I am talking about a missionary in Haiti who does not leave, even if they tell her to leave.

COMPASSIONATE STRENGTH 3

Driving by a cupcake shop after hours, I witnessed a horde of rats devouring a stack of cupcakes left out in their trash. I said, "Cupcake Rats...that sounds like a pop punk band!" And, with an assist on lyrics from my brah Roger Vaughn...on the vocals from an incredible StudioPros vocalist...and on the mix from our buddy Peter Pope...a delightfully silly confection was born. I'm playing all instruments, and cut the drum loops.
LYRICS
Cupcake Rats, masters of the night
A sticky-sweet blight on polite society
Cupcake Rats

In the alley, they're on a mission
Sugar-starved rats near Cupcake Kitchen
In the moonlight, a shinny vision
Castaway cakes some bum has pissed in
Scurry, scurry, in a hurry
A seedy feeding frenzy, furry ball of fury
Chocolate icing, so enticing
A gutter buttercream dream in food porn lighting

When we're sleeping, rats are feasting
Cupcake Rats, masters of the night
A sticky-sweet blight on polite society
Yeah, that's right, Cupcake Rats
I know you saw that rodentia, didntcha?
Cupcake Rats!!

The air is grimy, slimy smells
Putrid sewer steam, swirled with sea salted caramel
Loaded pistols, assorted sprinkles
Slashing, gnashing teeth--all intermingled
Teaming vermin are a-squirming
Mangled angel food cake, squeaky rat sermons
Be sympathetic, it's pathetic
Most of those rats are Type II diabetic
CHORUS
GUITAR SOLO
CHORUS

Cupcake Rats (Silly Lyrics in Description)

℗ © Copyright Ian Stokes. All Rights Reserved
Recorded and mixed using Logic. Mastered in Soundcloud
Guitar played: Taylor 714CE in standard tuning (Capo 1st Fret)
Photography: Thanks go to Nigel and Libby Hume at Hume Photography.
SONG NOTES and LYRICS:
I wrote this song about an imaginary character born and raised on the Mississippi, growing up to be a music man. It's not based on anybody real, but is a kind of tribute to all (blues) musicians down the ages, who have developed their own style of playing and have become admired by future generations. I was inspired to learn to play the guitar listening to great guitar players and fascinated by their ability to simultaneously play a bass line, percussive rhythm and melody, while singing at the same time. (For guitar players interested in how this song is played, it is capo'd at the first fret and played in Bflat, using the thumb on the left hand to play bass notes while stretching fingers 3 and 4 for hammer-ons.). Hope you like it!

They named him Mississippi
That’s where he was born and found
Raised by the crew of a steamboat
Never did like his feet on solid ground 
Could have grown up to be a gambler
But he’d seen where the money goes
So he just played the blues
And watched the river flow

So Mississippi he became a music man
His hat tilted to one side
He wore a watch chain in his waistcoat 
And a twinkle in his eye 
Those gamblers liked to buy him a whiskey
So he’d smile on the dice they’d throw
As he’d play them the blues
And watch the river flow

Now they say down in Mississippi
When you’re riding on the river at night
That if you raise up your glass of whisky
There’s a chance that you just might
Hear the sound across the water 
From the deck of that old paddle boat 
As he plays the blues 
And watches the river flow

Mississippi

27/11 2022

Open collab.  MZRPKLPS 
https://soundcloud.com/mzrpklps/nosensend-metafor-frawstakwa-cosmic-background-radiation-open-collabs

Metafor

DARK FOCUS // A small musical journey through the mysteries of space.
@docfritz // Soundscape, Rhythm-Design, Drums, Mix & Production 
© 2022 // Composed, Arrangement and Performed by docfritz

DarkFocus

DRUMAX No. 11 // DANCING WITH VENUS | HAPPY NEW YEAR 2023
@docfritz // Composition, Arrangement, Soundscape, Rhythmic-Design, Mix & Production 
@joerxworx // Tenor Sax // EWI 
© 2022 by docfritz and joerxworx / DRUMAX PROJECT

DANCING WITH VENUS

DRUMAX No. 11 // DANCING WITH VENUS

... with hugh thanks to Paploviante; open collab: https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/year-two-zero-two-two-paploviante ... all I did was adding sax and flute & minor EQ and compression settings ... with best wishes for 2023 <3 ... photo: Oleh Morhun, unsplash - Location: Cherkasy, Cherkasy Oblast, Ukraine

Orbital Orchid

This is actually a remix of the song “Where We Want To Be” which I shared about four years ago when I first joined Soundcloud.   “Winter's Road” was in fact the original title when the song was written.  So I decided to fall back to that with this remix.   See what you think.

Thanks so much for stopping by.

[Credits]
Music / Vocals / Arrangement / Programming / Keyboards – Michael C. Lynn
Lyrics – Ron Carnell
Electric Guitar Solo (Intro & Ending) – Dave Cleveland @Band_in_a_Box
Piano Solo - John Jarvis @Band_in_a_Box

[LYRICS]
I cannot speak for all who stem
Long road less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
By words they spoke and did not say.

(Chorus)
All roads lead to where we go
Where we go is where we have been,
So home’s just a word we know,
For where we want to be again.

From North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places been,
Forsaking roads that traveled West.

Repeat Chorus

For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is gonna to be
Another road or just a place.

Repeat Chorus

© Myst Songs 2018 / 2023

Winter's Road

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
______________________________________________________________________

Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

Purchase: https://hendofroth.bandcamp.com/track/olive-juice
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‘Olive Juice’ draws from my early days of DJing in Los 
Angeles. It’s inspired by Bloghaus-adjacent legends like: Oliver, GLOVES, Mylo, Chromeo, Poolside, and the blogs that paved the way for dance music’s evolution at the time.

I was in studio having a casual YOLO Mojito when I started playing around with a Wurli lead. 
I then added some warm synths, too much cowbell, a splash of cuica, and a 303 lead made from analog. The bass was inspired by lords like Alan Braxe & Fred Falke, while the acid lead draws inspiration from the ledge-dogs of Poolside.

The lyrics of the vocal sample speak of wanting to love—and wanting to love with. Whether that love is romantic, familial, topophiliac, or tied to a person, place, or thing is up to you. I have my own personal meaning, and I hope you find yours.

‘Olive Juice’ is my 2nd 
official release and altho I’ve got a long way to go on my production journey, I continue to enjoy every step of the ride. Thank you for listening, your continued support, and for those of you who continue to inspire me and make me move.
Much Love
- 
Hendo

Mix & Mastering: Rob Darke // Darke Studios

Olive Juice

Coil Shuffle (acid dub)

RADDFm Sessions - Miami French House

DocFritz aka Peter Pasch is a Live-Drummer, Composer & Producer. His own and various other Music Projects are presented here. For example @oesj and DRUMAX PROJECT with @joerxworx.

COMPOSER - PRODUCER - MUSICIAN
I PLAY BASS GUITAR AND DRUMS
IN THE BAND „4NO1“
(ALL STYLES, SINCE 1992)

DRUMAX No. 11 // DANCING WITH VENUS

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