Set It Up

The Brain of Humanoid Central

I don't respond to likes, I only respond to feedback. Likes mean nothing, they achieve nothing, feedback is by far the best to give support, it increases and maintains the visibility of posts, which results in more visitors come to the page, and that, in turn, results in more feedback. To me a LIKE with no accompanying feedback is saying, your tunes isn't good enough for me to leave a comments, your music isn't as good as mine, so don't waste your time clicking like if you don't think my tunes are worthy of feedback because I will ignore it. 
A like without feedback could also mean, you never actually listened at all; either way, I find it insulting so ignore it, but if you do leave feedback I will show you the same respect, listen to your tunes and leave feedback!

DO YOU BELIEVE IN ART (THE DEATH OF DAVID BOWIE)

A song made in Jazz and Blues style. with help from Georg .And voice at the end...the great Juan Mayor.

Jazz in E Guitar Edition

Lightyears

Many thanks to eddyoffline for inviting/daring me to contribute some saxophone to his highly original and groovy track. I hope you enjoy listening to the results.
Please check out his Soundcloud page.

https://on.soundcloud.com/DKd4HAtEQcLR8KVW6




Artwork-photo of intangible #form art installation by Shohei Fujimoto at Illuminate Adelaide 2024

Mikey McFaffington and eddyoffline 24.WAV

Crimble Crumble

method:  this is a version of this extremely evasive poem in simple, intertwined loops; sc mastred auora 67 per cent
narration: this is one of the sequential, reflexive poems in my DIE ODRADEK VARIATIONEN collection, in the section titled DAS BUCH DER ZUMUTUNGEN – I might add the lyrics or even an interlinear translation when time permits
image: copyright jo richter

zuflucht

SUN IS LOW
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Wind cries lonely 
across the snow
Sky is frozen,
sun is low
Ice cold dust dry as sand,
whip the ground upon this land

Never day, never night
All that I see... turn to white

Freezing,
time move slow,
back to fence.
I'll go where the white doves go

Winter,
please hide my way.
Cross the plain,
the hills and far away


Wolves that gathered,
have watched each move
Teeth are showing,
tails held low.
Hungry eyes with patience view,
In this domain their reign is true

Infinite march, likely in vain
Tracks cross the plain... turns to a chain

Freezing,
time move slow,
back to fence.
I'll go where the white doves go
where they go
in the night
they take flight
soaring to sky
so high and free
just like me
Always heading for their home
just like me

Sun is low

Sorcerer (2005) Paul Dukas Cover

This track was inspired while Stevie was on passage through the Panama Canal on board the "London Clipper"  and a run ashore in Panama City.

Panama Red ..Stevie Wright..Vocal/Harp

A Musical Journey of FlexHead
Best known as a local Northern California Funk Band, FlexHead and their sound have developed and grown in popularity since 2015. Influenced by the community, culture, and sounds of their hometown, they perform music that speaks to fans across the musical spectrum. Their signature style has become synonymous with a diverse collection of melodies and compositions. This Funk Band is on the rise, and nothing can stop them from achieving the success they work so hard for. 

Contact FlexHead at FlexHeadFunk@gmail.com