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According to Wikipedia, the Blue Ridge Mountains’ signature hues–visible from afar–come from trees, which emit the organic compound isoprene. My home region with its mystical haze has long been a source of awe, intrigue, and creative inspiration for many, including me. Today, I’m really excited to release a 5-song digital EP called “Blue Ridge Mountain Waterfalls,” available on Bandcamp. 

https://josephhouck.bandcamp.com/album/blue-ridge-mountain-waterfalls

Conveying stories and emotions through music and lyrics remains a great joy of mine. As is common in creative writing, the tales are a blend of real-life and fiction, some almost entirely the latter. The title song was inspired partly by my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before my son was born. I fondly remember her and her mountain living skills: country cooking, gardening, canning. The song is a reflection on some of life’s landmarks.

At first, I had plans to record these songs with other musicians, and perhaps alternate versions may yet come to fruition. But for this release, I pursued a humbler, more personal approach, starting each song with acoustic guitar/ vocals and overdubbing a couple of extras like mandolin and piano where necessary.

Though originally I didn’t conceive of a mini-album, it became clear, looking back from a distance, that these songs correlate to effect a grander vista. The story elements are suffused in that beguiling blue aura of home. 



BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAIN WATERFALLS

The woods and the streams have their secrets
They use time as a tool to conceal
And I watched her old hands in the kitchen
As they made one of our final meals

She was a blue ridge mountain waterfall
Slicker than the glassy rock
And grayer than an old stone building 
Oh, if only these hills could talk

I watched the steep drops of her fingers
Lifting the lid off the pot,
Soup streaming out of the ladle,
Rain steaming that dry garden plot

I recall the damp scent of the cellar,
Warm hum of the old kitchen light
Cascading curls of her temples,
Cataract mist in her eyes

She was a blue ridge mountain waterfall
Slicker than the glassy rock
And grayer than an old stone building 
Oh, if only these hills could talk

Now she’s there in your face from this angle
When you smile after making a joke
But you never met your great-grandma
She was gone when your mom’s water broke

Just like a blue ridge mountain waterfall
Slicker than the glassy rock
And grayer than an old stone building 
Oh, if only these hills could talk


Blue Ridge Mountain Waterfalls

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The Odyssey Begins - Incoming Age of Melancholy // a Variation

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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

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music is a tiny excerpt of an epic mighty double dutch DJ set spun 
by Cavaliere Spruzzi  & Murphy

Kasheme's Local Digger Session w/ Murphy & Cavaliere Spruzzi 
(Save the Vinyl / monorecords)
https://soundcloud.com/kashemezurich/kashemes-local-digger-session-w-murphy-spruzzi-save-the-vinyl-monorecords

explore Cavaliere Spruzzi's set's here: @user-528168900-123902670

fictionalive proudly presents: Cavaliere Spruzzi's Funky Love Cruises 
https://soundcloud.com/fictionalive/sets/fictionalive-proudly-1

excerpt lyrics:

no one warned us that all this ease would cost us ourselves,
that to belong to the gods of now is to mourn what made us human—
the bruises, the breaks, the precious awkwardness of becoming.

what is melancholy, in this thunderous shadow,
if not the noblest form of remembering?
not a sickness, but a wisdom, a refusal to let the soul’s lost countries be overrun
without one last prayer, one last song.

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vocal arrangements, production, final mix and drop by fictionalive

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fusion of it all - 
fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports

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dropped
monday, september 22nd, 2025
time - passes tick by click, it's
2:30 pm central european ex-hot
summer time: honey, it's freezing -
put the heating on! winter is coming

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The Odyssey Begins - Incoming Age of Melancholy // a Variation

460. personal jesus (depeche mode).mp3

The Code of Life

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Haiku - Perception as the Essence, Contemplation as the Key // A Fresh Take

The subtitle—“Perception as the Essence, Contemplation as the Key”—adds a philosophical ballast, anchoring the frolicsome possibilities in a reflective depth. Perception and contemplation: the twin engines of both poetry and critique. This dual movement—from play to profundity—suggests a layered experience, where even the lightest verse opens doors to insight.

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lyrics written and narration provided by fictionalive

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music written, arranged, played, mixed, produced, licensed, and provided by courtesy of mobygratis.com

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vocal arrangements, production, final mix and drop by fictionalive

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artwork illustration by peter uertz, düsseldorf / germany

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fusion of it all - 
fictionalive with the popoems series and the hyper media reports

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dropped
wednesday, september 24th, 2025
midweek, 2:22 pm - how was lunch? 
if there was one.. ...or there's none

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Haiku - Perception as the Essence, Contemplation as the Key // A Fresh Take

2nd track off Wheels in an Elsewhere, released 28/8/25.
Closer in and down to earth after the 1st track.

Mama I'm tired of the looks and the rush
The clamouring that goes on around me
Cameras glinting
Frontwards view
And see how close you can get
Mama cant you make them stop

Take me away
To a place on my own
Could be far away
Anywhere no one knows

Papa, that's a piece of my mind
That I gave when they told me
She's only
A young thing
Doubts and she's fake
Close-ups double takes
I bet she never made a mark
Papa can you show me out
Papa can you show me out

Take me away
To a place on my own
Could be far away
Anywhere no one knows

Look at the sky tonight
Look at the sky tonight
So far away from here
I could disappear


from the album Wheels in an Elsewhere, released August 28, 2025
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Princess's Lament

Easy Day

men are coming from Mars

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Haiku - Perception as the Essence, Contemplation as the Key // A Fresh Take

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