Missing one final instrument...

© Xanylovem - 2023

Teacher:
What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No! Poems, no less! Poems, everybody!

Teacher:
The laddie reckons himself a poet!

Teacher:
"Money get back
 I'm all right, Jack 
Keep your hands off my stack 
New car 
Caviar 
Four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team." 

Teacher:
Absolute rubbish, laddie !
Get on with your work...

(Pink Floyd The Wall - 1982)

Money Snake (Acoustic Session)

Peace on Earth from The Conover's

Our present to you

Merry Christmas from The Conover's

there is very little time left
until midnight..

when the Stargate opens..

and everything will become possible..

space will shift
the sand in the hourglass will stop..

and we will meet..

today..

and nothing will stop

the last day of June -
the thirty-first..

the Star Bridge will open

on a lunar day.,

when time disappears

and barriers will be erased
everything will become possible..

there are no borders..

I remember you on the other side
of the Universe

- the bridge is like
the Milky Way..

and stardust on its railings

we have already seen each other
not to forget.

not to part - enchanted..
touched

and reality takes on
an impossible meaning

you came from far away..

and
the bell rings every hour in my city
but I will not return..

in the space of the universe we collided
- time will not divide

the imaginary already exists

to see the invisible -
today it will work out

even though we are forbidden to do so - forever

then we will forget everything
and this is the thirty-first of June

memory is the price of overcoming spaces

a love story happens
once in 1000 years

even if without memory -
but with you!

the meeting on the starry
bridge will take place

these rules cannot be canceled..
by anyone, by anyone..

осталось мало времени
до полуночи ..

когда откроются Звёздные врата ..

и  станет всё возможным..

пространство перемешается 
песок в часах остановится..

и мы встретимся..
сегодня ..

и ничего не помешает


последний день июня -
тридцать первый ..

Звёздный мост откроется

в лунный день .,

когда время исчезает

и препятствия стираются
всё становится возможным ..

нет границ..

я помню тебя на том конце 
Вселенной


- мост как
путь млечный..

и звёздная пыль  на его перилах 

мы когда то уже виделись
 не забыть.

 не расстаться - очарованы ..
соприкоснулись

и реальность обретает 
невозможный смысл 

ты прибыл издалека..

а 
колокол звонит каждый час в моём городе
но не вернуcь..

в пространстве мирозданья столкнулись
- время не разделит

воображаемое уже существует

видеть невидимое -
сегодня получится

хоть запрещено нам - на веки веков



потом мы всё забудем
и то тридцать первое июня

память - плата за пространств преодоление

история любви случается
 раз в 1000 лет

пусть  без памяти -
но с тобой!

встреча на звёздном 
мосту состоится

эти правила не отменить..
никем   никем

31 июня.

Envenomated

LYRICS

I can tell by the way you hold me
There's somethings wrong
Why can't you tell me
It's been this way too long

And I gotta feeling, yeah I gotta feeling
There's a storm coming on.

I can tell by the way you kiss me
There's no warmth in your embrace
So why can't you tell me
Straight out to my face

And I gotta feeling, yeah I gotta feeling
There's a storm coming on.

Instrumental

And I gotta feeling, yeah I gotta feeling
There's a storm coming on.

Outro

There's a Storm Coming On

Desire in december - Sarah Dupre Atonal Machine

words.....

i was there when god drew your face

in the sand

and he 

fucked up...



Backing....

when a dog farts...

its smarter than you....


recorded and mixed using logic pro

i use gibson, fender and taylor guitars

there is a moog on this track

warwick fretless bass

Face$ In $and

The Night Air
A Cinematic Music Theater Experience

Step into a sultry, golden-lit evening where romance and mystery intertwine in *The Night Air*. This cinematic music theater piece draws listeners into a richly textured soundscape of Taiko drums, ethereal synth pads, and hypnotic synth ostinatos, creating a visceral and evocative listening experience.

**The Inspiration**  
The journey of *The Night Air* began with a simple riff crafted on a mobile DAW, blossoming into a deeply cinematic and sensual piece. The lyric "the promise of the night air" emerged from a creative collaboration with ChatGPT, evolving into an exploration of love, mystery, and the electric possibilities of an evening. The theme is tied to the delicate and thrilling dance of romantic interludes, set against the enigmatic backdrop of the night.

**The Narrative**  
At its heart, *The Night Air* unfolds as a conversation between two voices—one male, one female. The dialogue plays out like a scene from a movie, capturing a pivotal, flirtatious moment. The male protagonist, rebounding from rejection after his boldest pickup line, hears the playful and enigmatic reply, “Then again…” from his counterpart. This tantalizing response shifts the mood instantly, reigniting hope and intrigue, and setting the tone for an evening full of playful tension and promise.

**Instrumentation and Texture**  
The music’s distinctive texture is a standout feature. The deep resonance of Taiko drums grounds the piece, lending it a cinematic gravitas, while the ethereal synth pads create an atmospheric backdrop. Layered atop this are shimmering synth ostinatos, adding rhythmic and melodic intrigue. Together, these elements create a soundscape that is at once sultry, contemplative, playful, and darkly mysterious.

**Visual Imagery**  
Imagine a warm summer night, the air thick with the scent of jasmine. The scene unfolds in an upscale, dimly lit restaurant or bar, bathed in golden light that reflects off polished surfaces. The visuals mirror the music’s sensuality and mystery, encapsulating the allure of the evening and the sparks between two characters on the cusp of something profound yet playful.

**For the Audience**  
Fans of Peter Gabriel, Kate Bush, and art music will find much to love in *The Night Air*. Its cinematic storytelling and textured sound are perfect for those who appreciate innovative and emotive music that bridges genres. This piece speaks to listeners who revel in the tension of love’s playful dance, the mystique of the evening, and the power of evocative soundscapes.

**Acknowledgments**  
A special thanks to Dreamtonics, Eclipsed Sounds, and The Strepito Group for their incredible work, which brought this vision to life. Their contributions have been instrumental in transforming these ideas into a fully realized musical experience.


**Hashtags**  
#CinematicTheater, #SultrySounds, #NightAirMystique, #ArtMusic, #TaikoDrums, #SensualMusic, #EveningMood, #GoldenGlow, #NewMusic, #AmbientMusic, #SynthScapes, 


---
As you say
there may be little more
to this conversation.
Little left to give, to gain.
No more flirtation

Then again...
I'll take a chance
and I'll change
circumstance

Find wonderland
When I touch
your outstretched hand

Your gaze, 
there's so much
I understand

Now is our chance (yes)
No more wasting time (yes)
We finally decide

Moving on we can share
the promise of the night air.

Change circumstance 
If you will
Take the chance

.... so we say

The Night Air

Sempre dalla "Suite ferroviaria" una (molto) personale interpretazione del genere 'Marce Americane'.

Disclaimer:
Ogni riferimento a fatti e persone realmente esistenti è puramente coincidenziale e non si intende identificare alcun essere umano nella figura del Tram. Qualsiasi intento sarcastico che voleste ravvisare nel titolo e/o nella musica sarebbe unicamente frutto  della vostra malizia.

From the 'Railroad Suite', a (very) personal interpretation of the genre 'American Marches.'

Disclaimer:
Any reference to real events and people is purely coincidental and is not intended to identify any human being in the figure of the Tram. Any sarcastic intent you might perceive in the title and/or in the music would solely be a product of your own slyness.

Attenti al Tram - Marcia meregàna

A song for a forgotten hero.

Lyrics;
The Kid's been everywhere
that he's ever gonna go.
Had a real rough reputation
That no one here would know
He has a home to rest his head. 
He's too old for moving on
And no one here will shed a tear
the day The Kid is gone

The things that you rely on
In time are bound to change
Live long enough your world begins
To look and feel real strange
These youngsters acting up
Living life without a care
He'd watched them from a distance
As they turned his world to theirs

Sitting in his chair
drinking applejack
He knows that life's a gift
But in time he'll give it back
Hot blooded in his youth
But now his blood runs cold
The Kid is still The Kid,
but The Kid is growing old

The Kid a tough and fearless man
Was not one to back down
And in his day they showed respect
When The Kid would come to town
But today it doesn't matter
what The Kid once said or did
No one here remembers
The man known as The Kid

Rocking in his chair
drinking applejack
He knows that life's a gift
But in time he'll give it back
Hot blooded in his youth
But now his blood runs cold
The Kid is still The Kid,
but The Kid is growing old













The Kid

Piano composition by Anibal Seminara 
Image by Many Souffan

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Fantasía En Fa Mayor

Eric Schultheiss stands at the vanguard of contemporary composition, forging a unique path that bridges the rhythmic drive of global percussion with the infinite possibilities of digital sound. As a composer, percussionist, and educator, Schultheiss is acclaimed for his hybrid electro-acoustic works—pieces that fuse the organic pulse of drums with orchestral richness and the sonic innovation of modern electronics.

Rooted in a Southern California upbringing steeped in progressive rock, classical discipline, and the improvisational freedom of jazz, Schultheiss draws on a vast tapestry of influences. His music channels the off-kilter accents of Stewart Copeland, the lyrical intensity of Neil Peart, the storytelling depth of Peter Gabriel and Sting, and the progressive artistry of Genesis, Dream Theater, and Spock’s Beard. This synthesis results in compositions that are as intellectually rigorous as they are emotionally evocative.

Currently, as Head of Percussion Studies and Electro-Acoustic Composition at the Middle Tennessee Conservatory of Music, Schultheiss is an outspoken advocate for the DAW as a true instrument. In his hands, digital workstations become canvases for sonic experimentation, allowing for real-time orchestration, microscopic precision, and the layering of polyrhythms and timbres that would be impossible with traditional notation alone. He champions technology not as a shortcut, but as an authentic extension of the composer’s voice.

Signature works such as Lights Twinkle—a Christmas percussion-ensemble piece blending Japanese Taiko, harp, and haiku-inspired vocal textures—showcase his ability to unite tradition with innovation. Airidea’s Journal explores the dialogue between structure and freedom through dance-driven percussion and atmospheric synths, while As You Sleep and Terminal Memory reveal Schultheiss’ penchant for ambient soundscapes, introspective melodies, and cross-media collaborations. His compositions have been commissioned for film, dance, and multimedia productions, performed by leading ensembles, and praised for their intricate interplay of rhythm and resonance.

As an educator, Schultheiss is dedicated to shaping musicians who are not only technically skilled but also creatively fluent in both acoustic and digital modalities. At the Middle Tennessee Conservatory, he mentors young composers in hybrid techniques, polyrhythmic structures, and DAW-based workflows, encouraging them to embrace technology as a creative partner. His influence extends beyond the classroom, as he helps students gain visibility in the digital era and equips them to thrive in an evolving musical landscape.

Through his relentless curiosity, innovative spirit, and commitment to artistic growth, Eric Schultheiss is redefining what it means to be a composer in the 21st century. His work is a testament to the power of bridging tradition and technology, and to the limitless frontiers that await those willing to explore them.

The Night Air

Eric Schultheiss

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