The only thing I can hear that is like the post-rock I know is maybe the bass in here sounds like something the bassist in the group Tortoise would do. Totally you though. Great works, brother.

That guitar burst startled me. I am now fully awake. Haha. :)

Quality guitar work, Sven. Really digging the organ elements too. Nice one. :)

@user-138663860: ha ha, my parents didn't want me to play drums, too. I got a pair of drum sticks from my uncle and was banging on cartons etc. all day long so they were pretty annoyed :D so I started playing organ and later guitar. anyway, thank you for your very nice comment!

Really cool! There is almost like a bluegrass feel to this! Haha, love it

Super-skilled work, Sven.  The way you bring all of elements together into the climactic ending is so brilliant!

SALTY

Don't miss the music video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1zs0K1sfaP0

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I picked a yellow rose
with the smell you loved
and placed it near the marble stone
i picked a yellow rose
guess you will see it from where you are
it’s a fragile sign of
love

i hear your laughter all around
i see your smile in the clouds
i almost feel you touch my hand
someone we love does not leave us in the end
i picked a yellow rose
guess you will see it from where you are
it’s a fragile sign of
love

i picked a yellow rose
it’s a fragile sign of love

Yellow Rose

To the beauty of simple things, like that of this beautiful Spanish Sparrow

SPARROW

I threw out all your balloons 
I can’t believe all the things I did for you 
I burn all your balloons 
Can’t believe what I did for you 
All that I stayed for 
All that I begged for 
When you knew 
I’d never be enough for you 
When you knew 
I’d never be enough 

I can’t afford to hate myself anymore
Just make it stop Lord Nrsimhadev 
Just make it stop
Make it stop
Stop

The most painful part is that I abandoned myself
Happiness and distress arrive and depart 
And when it comes I’m drowning slowly 
Suffocating 
Do you know what it’s like to be terrified of yourself?

What?
Just serve
I deserve good
I deserve love 

Don’t doubt yourself 

You think you’re not good enough? 
I’m telling you you’re good enough
You are more than enough 

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna  
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare 
Hare Rama Hare Rama 
Rama Rama Hare Hare

ॐ

In A flat minor (A440) 
Written, performed, recorded and pre-mixed by Viola Moonshape in 2022
Mixed by Brahma in October 2022
Mastered by George Konings (worldwidemastering.org) and Brahma in November 2022
Copyright © 2023 Viola Moonshape

ॐ

Burn Your Balloon

Rehearsal Video

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.
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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)

Composed & Produced by: Chivicke
HomeStudio Productions ©2023
Photography by Álvaro Arano

Title inspired from the wonderful poem "Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche"  by the great Chilean poet Pablo Neruda.
https://algundiaenalgunaparte.com/2016/02/26/poema-xx-puedo-escribir-los-versos-mas-tristes-esta-noche-de-pablo-neruda/

Sometimes she loved me too

Sometimes She Loved Me Too

Light Bridge

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually as part of my BandCamp PWWO #08 album)

Happy Friday to all of you. I hope 2023 is treating you well so far. I’m doing my best to focus my free-range mind on creative endeavors; definitely the most positive use of my time. And to that end, I’m happy to admit I’m still keeping to my 2023 music goals (2 tracks a month). And the track I get to share with you today is particularly exciting.

It’s been a goal of mine for a few years now to try out one of Andre’s (noxpox: https://soundcloud.com/noxpox-page-12, https://noxpox.bandcamp.com/) open collabs. His most recent offering ‘kannmangebrauchen’ (https://soundcloud.com/noxpox-page11/noxpox-kannmangebrauchencan-be-used) was particularly enticing; and this resulting remix is an equally thrilling surprise for me. In fact, this might be the closest I’ve come to the 80s and 90s stylings of my favorite Industrial bands (Skinny Puppy, NiN, Ministry, Front 242, etc.). 

Of course, no GrevusAnjl remix would be complete without at least a little uplifting cuteness hidden in the folds (I tried to keep it dark and edgy. I really did. But the cuteness just seeps in). So if you’re in the market for adorable Industrial, I might have just what you need. I hope you enjoy my GrevusAnjl ‘Repurposed For Dance’ remix of a very cool noxpox original. :)

Free DL on SC :)

noxpox ‘kannmangebrauchen’ (GrevusAnjl ‘Repurposed For Dancing’ Remix)

Little excerpt from a gig a few weeks back. There was an old piano lurking at the side of stage so Dani wondered over and gave it a good bash mid set - i made some pretty average bass noises in the background : )  pardon the audio quality -  its a straight raw capture from my trusty zoom . Vibe is good though

Kirby/Ward Live @ The Polish Club (piano Improv)

sometimes I think we lose track of the treasures that are at our fingertips as we get wrapped up in some amorphous thought of the future. Put another way "stop and smell the roses"  it is what we do and experience along the way that actually makes up our life ..little things that in retrospect were big things..the things that actually matter when you look back    so try and make these things appreciated in real time and not some retrospective memory at the end of your life

lyrics
I've reached my final destination
my feet are tired and my back is sore
I thought this was my life's ambition
so I looked around for my reward
only to find that at this final destination
there is no pot of gold

looking back I clearly see
that the treasure that I sought
is scattered in pieces along the path
I took to reach the mountain top

every person that I met
every time I saw a sunset
or felt a warm breeze on my face
or listened to the morning silence
a piece of gold would appear and end up in my pocket

so lessons learned become stories told
to the young by the old
your treasure is not a pot of gold you find at the end of your road
instead it is found piece by piece with every step you take
along the crooked path we walk
to our final resting place

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