love when u singing, this moves authenticity to another levels! Bravo!

Plates - Cantado por Gustavo Daniel Laino.

A composition depicting perhaps the midst of snowy winter, where the encroaching cold is held at bay with a memory of a loved one. 
Harmonically I mostly stayed in D minor/major, with a brief excursion in G minor. I've attempeted to write a middle passage in F major, but the two themes I've managed to come up with simply didn't fit with the rest of the music, but hey, at least I have two new themes for next pieces. 
Completed in the March of 2025.

Intermezzo For Piano, D Minor

I Still Miss You Demo

song that I composed in 2024 and was very short, barely without a decent ending....... so I decided to fix it and put together an ending as the song deserves with a longer version and some melodic changes.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAfEwb8UwTc

Treading the road

Treading the road - Version Long 2025

As the light from the morning streams in through the cold window pane.
All the ghosts in the city streets, hiding their heads from the rain.
You won't keep my city clean.
Took all my dopamine.
Raining and cold.
You can't give my dreams away.
Lost them all yesterday.
Mourning, now I'm old.

We're all floating alone in the dark.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't even know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

As the noise from the cars gets in, hide from the night, you're in starlight, never day.
This way, you can never win, dont know where to begin.
Morning, Mrs Jones.
And, a check in the mirror shows where all the dark things go.
Always, feel the same.
Fuck it, let's have another line, forget the march of time.
Fire, it glows.

Ah, You don't even need to get far.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't need to know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

We're all floating alone in the dark.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
And you don't even know who you are.
Que sera. Que sera. Que sera. 
Que sera.

Morning (Que Sera)

Patience

A funny track about some discussions on Twitter/X lately, it's frankly on the weirder side like Word Salad and Yes-No Column, Come To Life!

But after hearing it multiple times (like most of my things) it improves.

Lyrics:

There is difficulty to a significant degree
When battling people engaged in hoaxing
And we can clearly see
Because Hesiod said in seven hundred BC
Do not let a woman who decorates her buttocks deceive you
By wily coaxing
Because she is after your granary

Bewailing her lack of taro root
A redhead libertarian was destitute and snarked
That she didn't have a favorite prostitute
A contrarian most resolute
But a boon to have at your back during a dispute
Now that we were in cahoots, to entertain her sense of humor
I related to her the past events

If you don't quite have the stomach for horror
Try still to conceive of if you can
The complaints of a commoditized man
That vultures caused American culture
To became a jump ball for Sodom and Gomorrah

When i was younger and very very loud
I was a disgraced propagandist doing his username proud

Her lines were remarkably sultry
I was lost in thought staring at the shininess of her boot
Musing that the first step of any meaningful pursuit
Is to severely underestimate its difficulty

The one-night stand sarcastically complimented me on my range
I said you were the one to talk
But then she recommended as a dietary change
Brazilian Quinoa and Equatorial Donkey Chalk

She was quite amazing wearing fishnets
But when her lasciviousness needed satiating
Nothing quite got her wet like contemplating
Malicious compliance to get the idiots and shills upset

As i got older the fatter became my manila folder
I wondered if she'd gone too far
When she was grinding to WAP in a bar
Then berating me for touching her on the shoulder

The root of their lawfully sanctioned insurgency
Was a deeply felt need of urgency
Their transgressions begat the need to talk sense
But either they were in denial or awfully dense
Like Private Pyle they were too fat to climb over Chesterton's fence

The libertarian drew back agape as I was seized by
Poetic demons, my tongue unbound by whimsy’s cry  

Now peep their quisquilian rout, all clowned in disarray
A pox of poltroons, too shook to gainsay
Brains so obtund, they’d quaff their own toxic drip,
I smack their feckless rebellion with truculence no slip
And big up the gibbet that cancels their weak-ass affray

She smirked, Thy florid rant doth vex me sore,
A bard’s bombast best left to yore’s grim lore

Thus spake Hesiod, neath Boeotia’s dour sky 
Shun maids who cozen with a venal eye
For when iron reigns and kine grow gaunt with blight
Avaunt their guile, lest chaos claim the night

SamāššEšrā

Jump-Ball For Sodom And Gomorrah

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For some change: Here's a more ProgRock track, eventually with slight hints of Curved Air ... 

World's Harmony

Original song “put it in my hands” snip bit!!! so excited to be working on this one! i hope you guys enjoy! ✨✨

Put it in My Hands

Jerred Seveyka and Bret Tobalske
Celebrating the wedding of Dona and Gary.

Decompression Stop

Rendez Vous

The foundation of this song was written and recorded during the Halcyon Days after solstice, 2019. Aspects of the music remind us of diving, especially in Hood Canal, at the coast of Washington.

Halcyon Tide

A therapeutic journey into a mix of jazz, classical, and a blend of types of electronica.  And a wry, gradual observation that promotion tends to only go as far as you push it.  At least I make my fellow musicians laugh a little.

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