Name: Nocturne (tra Mare E Luce) by Gianni
Duration: 7 min 31 s
Description: Morceau de rock progressif entre jazz et rock instrumental, composé et joué intégralement par mes soins.

Merci de nous offrir tes compos , c'est très bien produit . J'aime la recherche mélodique et le gros travail sur les sons de guitares notamment . Instrumentiste de talent 👍

cool real rock song, super guitars. play on sir. (<;

Wonderful how this slowly blossoms into complexity.

Yeah!! Guitar craftsmanship pairs perfectly with the spacy vibes in between.

I like how the breeze/rain sound effect sets the track to night mode. This is a pretty dream pop/rock song.

Solo Piano - Chris Bright

belonging to us 0220 - 2:20:22, 7.07 PM

We had met for a jam session without plan and purpose during the last sunny Saturday afternoon last year. By the time of this recording, we hadn't known that soon we would want to go for pee break, that the studio door is self closing, that the key was left in the studio, and that we would end up with nothing but the clothes on ourselves, one face mask and a bit of cash, and that we would spend the rest of the day waiting in front of some pub until it would open because there were rumors that some Tim working there has another key.

Andrè Gärtner, bass
Martin Söhnlein, drums https://soundcloud.com/martin-s-1
FL, piano

Cover art by Katarzyna Von Kopytko (obviously she made jokes of my scribbling inabilities).

Fun fact 18 days after publishing: Martin just showed up at our place this morning, he had lost his keys, wallet, phone etc. again. I served him a glass of water.

The Band Without Keys

Youtube Video:  https://youtu.be/b70uQ3Xycyc

WE WANT TO FLY 
(c) JunkHeap Jul 21 2022 / remixed Oct 2023

Thinking about the day 
and feedin' on the summer vibe, 
do you feel it?

Later that night I need some sleepin',
crawl into bed, soft sheets are cheering.
The pillow says hello,
and I fade below.

Someone waves to come along,
through a field, beside a pond.  
It's idyllic. 
Jump up high, and say goodbye
flying up and out of sight.

Hit the clouds.
In the clouds.
and there's the sun.
and the beautiful Earth.
For all it's worth,
in this day and age.
Turn the page
and you see the rage.

it's all sort of malign.
Politicians turn a blind eye.
They don't have the fortitude
to satisfy all our needs.

We want to fly.

Sitting on a beach near Naples;
Standing in Krasna Square;
Meet some people at the Pyramids of Giza;
then hit downtown NYC and see its flair.

Dreaming of a simple bliss, 
where I feel her lovely kiss.
But a dark flows in so slowly,
blots out the light, 
and I feel people want to get away.

We want to fly.

We Want To Fly

A fun collaboration with the talented and inspiring
https://soundcloud.com/todd_wilder

Physical

Physical (Todd Wilder & Libby Laksmi)

I was headed home thru Hattiesburg 
In an icy cold  December 
On a train: the Crescent City line
To my hometown for Christmastime

I was watching out the window
As the train pulled out into the snow
The western sky was glowing red
as the night turned purple overhead

Between the sunset and the evening stars
Planes were leaving long white scars
I’d given anything to be up there
Flying far away from here

That was years ago
The last time that I went home
Now I’d give anything to go back where I belonged

Oh, to walk down those familiar streets
In the town that held my secrets deep
To see the soft glow of the Christmas lights
In the windows around the old house of mine

To feel the warmth of Christmas from years ago
But things have changed so much I know
We all have gone separate ways
And it all feels so far away

Everyone I’ve known has come and gone
Friends and family that I depended on
That world is gone
And I stand alone 
I just want to go back home where I belong

If Christmas wishes did come true
I would have a million reason to 
Get back on the crescent city train
And start the new year home again

I just want to go back home

The Last Time I Went Home

Morceau de rock progressif entre jazz et rock instrumental, composé et joué intégralement par mes soins.

Legenda Sanctorum

Nocturne (tra Mare E Luce)

Hey… thanks for dropping by. This is a simple Blues song. Songs, such as this, happen when I find myself in a songwriting slump. Lack of inspiration and ideas exacerbate the situation, pushing me back to the Blues. I grumpily relent then wallah, a song. And what better Blues theme than relationships? Seems I mine that gold often, which maybe says more about me than I’d like to reveal. But who cares? It’s the Blues. Here, Winter will not let go. Bitter, unrelenting winds, near horizontal snowfall, and minus 18F tonight. I looked outside this morning and a rabbit was waiting by the front door for me to put some carrots out. All the birds were hunkered down in thick pines, except for some ravens scavenging the neighborhood. There were some high flying geese as well, that flew by. They always seem to panic in the frigid weather. It almost sounds like they’re honking… ‘let’s get outta here.’ I don’t blame them. The deer are more wary now for some reason, and I only see their frozen tracks and fresh tree/sapling rubbings. I wrapped a couple trees to protect them, buried others in snow, but left 4 where they had scraped the bark bare. I will probably have to cut those trees down, but will wait to see if they survive. After getting some garden carrots for the rabbit, I decided to shovel some snow and work on my ice beard. It was cold enough today that condensation from my breath froze on my beard. They have an ice beard competition here and post pics of the best ones. There are some maniacs who stay out in the cold to ‘grow’ solid ice beards, and a chance at winning. Some have icicles hanging off their chin. No cheating with pouring water on your beard. Just having snow blowing into your beard along with some condensation from breathing. I let my face thaw out, when I came inside. Later in the afternoon… I walked down the the mailbox in the wind and there were tiny little horizontal icicles on the latch. I had to walk around a semi truck, completely blocking the road. The truck driver tried to turn onto our street and got stuck in a deep snowdrift. A neighbor came down and pulled the semi out with his tractor. I watched for a bit, then headed home. So now I am glad I am inside. Take care, Mark

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Wrong Turn Blues

Plaza Nada is the pointless, useless meeting place for when all is gone, where there is nothing left, the dark, barren, cold, ashen, aftermath of obliteration.  A cross-project "collaboration" in the works.

Plaza Nada [DEMO]

The Original intent of this tune was something quite different than what lt has become. One of the most beautiful Things about a Collaboration ls that sometimes lt goes where lT wants to go- This ls one of those Cases:):)
Stephen who gave wonderful Guitar and percussives Also did the lnltlal production Work- We had somehow entered the land of EDM with the introduction of the lyrics- And then much to my pleasure and surprise, REKHA Came Aboard and brought her lovely and formidable  voice, humor, and production skills to co-produce with Stephen for this final whimsical break up /apocalypse song- Thank you my friends, lt doesn't get any better than this;)

Time ls up time ls up
don't you know
time to go
time ls up, time to go
The jig ls up
That's the show

Time ls up
time to go
the jig ls up, don't you know
travel light take that flight
Don't look back, don't call or write
l ain't mad, l know you couldn't help lt

We all treated her so bad
and now she's mad
l wish that l could make amends
but she's all done
She's gonna squash us like a bug'

repeat

Time - Is - Up/Armageddon-Featurlng TEXMEX SHAMAN and REKHA-lYERN [FE]

I made a trio version of this flute duett.

Mesto Für Drei Saxophone

The Hard and The Soft

Passionate guitarist playing in "Time to Swing" and "LOD" (French bands) and "Rockin'1000" (International Italian band), I play different styles of music, from bossa nova to heavy metal, including blues and progressive rock. Here, I would like to share this eclecticism with you through some personal compositions. thank you for your attention


Guitariste passionné évoluant au sein de *Time to Swing"et de "LOD", ainsi que de "Rockin'1000" (Groupe italien international) , je joue différents styles de musique, de la bossa nova au heavy métal, en passant par le blues et le rock progressif. Je souhaiterais, ici, vous faire partager cet éclectisme au travers de quelques compositions personnelles. Merci pour votre écoute.

Nocturne (tra Mare E Luce)

Gianni

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