Ambience

Crashing Clouds

Night Driver

Virtual musica leonardo silva

Nothing Changed

The Still Air

Iuxta: Harp Solo

June 2023, East of Wy Manduner City
Elizx and Picayune were sneaking into a corrupted association, trying to find any information that could be used to bring it down. It had been about an hour since the two found a way in. However, door after door, Picayune had thoughts stirring up his mind. The only reason he came along Picayune kept bottled up from Elizx, as he did with everyone else. 

It was a girl he had met earlier. The association he had been sneaking in was responsible for some unspeakable thoughts that rested in his mind, making him more impatient. Seeing these people from the shadows made him sick, disgusted that they existed. Nothing made him more pissed off, as his eyes grew sharper, and his stomach began twisting at the thoughts echoed in his mind. 

"Picayune, don't." Elizx ordered under his breath. Elizx could tell he was getting worked up. Picayune turned his attention to Elizx and then nodded in confirmation after taking a deep breath. He tried focusing on the mission, yet his mind kept stirring. The two eventually were on the 7th floor, where they were stopped suddenly, trying to stay hidden.

The room below them was bubbling with chatter, and they had to stay still and keep quiet. However...

"Did you see that chick down in dumps?" An annoying, cocky voice reached Picayune's ears. His focus tightened on the conversation as he peered through the vent's cover. His eyes grew serious.

The men below talked about all kinds of disgusting stuff and about the things they did to the girl. Picayune didn't know how long he could endure listening to this, and he pulled his hood over his head. He clung to his own chest, feeling a terrible heartache and overwhelming resentment towards this horrible organization. 

He just wanted it all gone.

"We can't take them all on. We need to keep going." Elizx did his best to try and talk to him, but this wasn't the right situation to be talking. Picayune did his best to calm down again, and eventually, things grew quiet in his head. The chatter began moving away behind them. 

Yet those sickening words rang out... "We should pay her another visit and bring some more of our guys along." Followed by a horrific laughter, fading into the silence in Picayune's head.

"K*LL. EVERY. SINGLE. ONE." The red words flicked on like a signal in his mind.

Elizx looked back at him and knew it was too late. He saw the eyes that glowed red as blood. 

The sound of metal hitting the floor came afterward, and what followed could only be described as a rancor that was only met with blood.

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Art by yours truly.

Blood Rancor

Heatwave

The Queen's grave

Last summer Johnny ran so fast like a blast

All things passed 

nothing lasts forever

He's not clever but knows it

The cold wind blows all away

So he prays for all the stray

Johnny's got a job!



Shotgun

Home run

Life ends sometimes 'fore you have a glance

so he ran while he can

We can't dance forever

But don't say never, keep rolling

Don't throw your life away

Like he prays for all the frail

Johnny's got a job!



Life's a ferrari

No one can stop, no

The truth is blurry

Slow walk on tiptoe

War ain't over, no one will win

just for nothing we sing today

and the pendulum keeps swingin'

Johnny's Got A Job!

Études Op.3 No.11

Created as part of my AS Music Technology Coursework in 2016.
Banjo/Piano/Vocals- George Hoffman
Trumpet- Will Triggs
Clarinet- Louis Miller
Bass- Oliver Blowers
Drums- Oliver Golding

The NKStompers- Doctor Jazz

British Jazz Pianist/Vocalist, specialising in the Great American Songbook. Extensive repertoire of well-known jazz standards, drawing inspiration from the likes of Bill Evans, Oscar Peterson & Chet Baker.

The NKStompers- Doctor Jazz

George Hoffman

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