Track 5 on Southwest Passage, my Triplicate Records album release.

Rise & Levitate

Track 7 from the Triplicate Records release, Southwest Passage.

Southwest Passage

Intoxicated Aluminum

Track 2 from my Triplicate Records release, Southwest Passage.

Capistrano

From the album Things That Go Bump.

https://wormholeworld.bandcamp.com/album/things-that-go-bump

Portami Roma

On the album Things That Go Bump: wormholeworld.bandcamp.com/album/thing…hat-go-bump.

Furtive Hubris

This is a 2002 interpretation of Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings, taken from Barber's original 1936 score. The piece was arranged in Cakewalk 9. Synth sounds are from a Kurzweil K2500 keyboard.

Adagio for Synths (2002, From the Archives) An Interpretation of Barber

Very pleased to bring you another tasty treat from master musical baker, @dough-factory, and yours truly. Second collab and an exquisite pleasure.

Popsicle in A - Dough Factory | Gary Rees

On the album Things That Go Bump: https://wormholeworld.bandcamp.com/album/things-that-go-bump.

Sahara

From the album Southwest Passage.  https://triplicaterecords.bandcamp.com/album/southwest-passage

Purgatory

From my October 2021 release, Things That Go Bump.  Available on Bandcamp.  Cover Design by Belial Pelegrim.

https://wormholeworld.bandcamp.com/album/things-that-go-bump

Orson Said So

Pandateria

Track 3 from Evanescent, on Triplicate Records, March 2022.  Download the album on Bandcamp: https://triplicaterecords.bandcamp.com/album/evanescent  Featured as a Bandcamp New and Notable selection.

Also on all streaming platforms.  https://open.spotify.com/album/1x2kz7xlmqxTtRRCiwewiS

Evanescent

Marginalia

© 1967 The Beatles. Instrumental track FTA, 2000.  Remix/Vox, 2020.  Thanks to @deep-blue-300620120 Deep Blue Cat and Hurtful Junez @pannican-flyswatter for providing feedback on the WIP. <3

More of my guitar/vox stuff in this project: https://soundcloud.com/cngchorale.
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I am he as you are he as you are me
And we are all together
See how they run like pigs from a gun
See how they fly
I'm crying
Sitting on a corn flake
Waiting for the van to come
Corporation T-shirt, stupid bloody Tuesday
Man you've been a naughty boy
You let your face grow long
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
Mr. City policeman sitting
Pretty little policemen in a row
See how they fly like Lucy in the sky
See how they run
I'm crying
I'm crying, I'm crying, I'm crying
Yellow matter custard
Dripping from a dead dog's eye
Crabalocker fishwife, pornographic priestess
Boy, you've been a naughty girl
You let your knickers down
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob
Sitting in an English garden
Waiting for the sun
If the sun don't come you get a tan
From standing in the English rain
I am the egg man 
They are the egg men 
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob
Expert, texpert choking smokers
Don't you think the joker laughs at you 
See how they smile like pigs in a sty
See how they snide
I'm crying
Semolina Pilchard
Climbing up the Eiffel tower
Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna
Man, you should have seen them kicking Edgar Allen Poe
I am the egg man
They are the egg men
I am the walrus
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob
Goo goo g'joob, goo goo goo g'joob, goo goo

I Am the Walrus (Beatles cover, 1967)

Composed and played on an Ensoniq EPS controlling a Roland D-50.  Recorded on a Yamaha MT-1 4-track cassette recorder. Remastered with Adobe Audition.  The funny sighing sound on this is a  Brazilian friction drum or Cuica.  I had recently purchased a set of disks for the sampler with global sounds. I was using the sounds in all manner of odd ways based on how they fit since I had no idea what most of the instruments were.  The instrument is used on the Beastie Boys' 92 album Check Your Head, which is how I tracked down the name of this instument, nearly 30 years later.

There are definitely signs of age on these old 4-track recordings.  I digitized them in 1999, 8 years after the original recording. Time took its toll.  The D-50 was delivering a rich, stereo arpeggiated sound as the main synth in 1991.  Today you can hear the chords, but little of the movement of the sound from the original.  The track sounded pretty darned good when it was a new born.  You'll just have to take my word for it. ;-)

Evangelizer (1991, From the Archives)

New collab with the very talented Green Mercurian Owl.  @greenmercurianowl
Dmitry brought this kooky brass riff to the collab and we worked back and forth between New Mexico and Siberia to make a kooky song, worthy of the riff.  The bouncing brass/guitar instrument is called Balkan Wedding Dance.  Hope you enjoy as much as we do! :)

It was great fun, Dmitry!!  Thanks!!

Balkan Wedding Dance

Shameless plug for my other project.  A new song is up as well as a live version of Hide the Sin in Your Eyes: https://soundcloud.com/cngchorale.

Spotify

Haunted Player Piano

Older People

© 1974 Genesis

Another cover from the Lamb Lies Down on Broadway, the 1974 double album by Genesis.  Previously I posted my cover of Back in N.Y.C. (https://soundcloud.com/gary-rees-since-87/back-in-nyc-a-semi-experimental-cover-for-my-fellow-fans-of-old-genesis).  I'd love to cover the whole album eventually.

Thanks to my man Junez @pannican-flyswatter for listening to a couple of earlier versions and for his encouragement.  Credit to freemidi.org. 

Those who know Fly on a Windshield and its lyrics will understand why I only covered the latter part of the song at this time.
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And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield on the freeway.

Echoes of the Broadway Everglades,
With her mythical madonnas still walking in their shades:
Lenny Bruce, declares a truce and plays his other hand.
Marshall McLuhan, casual viewin', head buried in the sand.
Sirens on the rooftops wailing, but there's no ship sailing.
Groucho, with his movies trailing, stands alone with his punchline failing.
Klu Klux Klan serve hot soul food and the band plays 'In the Mood'
The cheerleader waves her cyanide wand, there's a smell of
Peach blossom and bitter almonde.
Caryl Chessman sniffs the air and leads the parade, he know in a scent,
You can bottle all you made.
There's Howard Hughes in blue suede shoes, smiling at the majorettes
Smoking Winston Cigarettes.
And as the song and dance begins, the children play at home
With needles; needles and pins.

Windshield/Broadway Melody of 1974 (Genesis cover, 1974)

Carpe Diem Amicis

Poem by Allen Ginsberg, 1955 - Music and reading by Gary Rees

My complete six-part Howl is on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wj4RYYeZDSM&list=OLAK5uy_lVuR2chUU8G_mMUbbJvSGlbDCeGAYMVCU.

Full copy of the text is at: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/49303/howl

Text of this reading:

I.

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,
incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,
a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak furnished room,   
who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts

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On 5/14 I uploaded a replacement for the original wav file.  It contains a re-recording of 3 stanzas to correct reading errors, several audio fixes and a boosted bass track.

Allen Ginsberg's Howl

Allen Ginsberg's Howl - 1 of 6

Nights of Euxoa Auxiliaris

El Camino Real

A first collab with Nigel @windscaleblues, the genius behind the Windscale Blues Experiment and the myriad woodwinds he so deftly and beautifully deploys.  In this case, clarinet, soprano sax, tenor sax and flute.  It's a great pleasure and a great  honor to combine musical notions in this way and to offer up a jazzy little thing featuring Nigel's wonderful duets and solos.

Pollinator

On the album Things That Go Bump: wormholeworld.bandcamp.com/album/thing…hat-go-bump.

On March 11, 2020 I laid down two new ideas. One became Carpe Diem Amicis, posted here on April 18.  https://soundcloud.com/gary-rees-since-87/carpe-diem-amicis The other idea sat idle for a couple of months before I fleshed it out. I finished it in August and decided to call it Carpe Noctem.  Not a companion piece by theme or style by any means.  It's definitely a darker piece featuring some unmelodic riffs you might say were siezed of the night.  It's my only SC posting so far that I've tagged Experimental.   I'd say "Enjoy" but I suspect a lot of you won't. ;-)

Carpe Noctem

Hannibal's Descent

Ariel's Vivace

Feather Pendulum

The 7th collab for Gaz (Gary Rees) and Nige (Windscale Blues Experiment @windscaleblues) writing under the Nom de Plume of Windtronix.  We take you to a N. African Souk and into the soul of the marketplace.  Follow the brilliant woodwinding way with Nigel's amazing, enchanting soprano sax and flute accompaniament.  We hope you enjoy!

Soul of the Souk - Windtronix (Windscale Blues Experiment & Gary Rees)

This will be my last SC posting for a while. I'll be focusing on material for a new album.  I'll be on SC here and there, but not posting or listening all that much.  See ya in the spring, or sooner.  Catch me on Twitter in the mean time. :-)  https://twitter.com/conmemoravi

© 1995 Radiohead

Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird
Where are you now?
When I need you
Alone on an airplane
Falling asleep against the windowpane
My blood will thicken
I need to wash myself again
To hide all the dirt and pain
'Cause I'd be scared
That there's nothing underneath
And who are my real friends
Have they all got the bends?
Am I really sinking
This slow
My baby's got the bends
Oh, no
We don't have any real friends
No, no, no
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
And I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would happen
Where do we go from here?
The planet is a gunboat in a sea of fear
And where are you?
They brought in the C.I.A
The tanks and the whole marines to blow me away
To blow me sky-high
Baby's got the bends
We don't have any real friends
Just lying in a bar with my drip feed on
Talking to my girlfriend, waiting for something to happen
I wish it was the sixties, I wish I could be happy
I wish, I wish, I wish that something would-
I want to live, breathe
I want to be part of the human race
I want to live, breathe
I want to be part of the human race, race, race?
Where do we go from here?
The words are coming out all weird, where are you now?
When I need you

Gary Rees

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