Brilliant..,
Love it..,
nice production 💯
Bravo
👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

languid and deeply melancholy -- the lofi vocal is perfect -- a dark cabaret like Tom Waits; it's cool when you drop out to a cappella at 4:17

Gonzo J. Francès

The Lousy Pretender

This is the 3rd collaboration with my old friend Synline (@synline). I created a basic track using his equipment in his studio, and he completed it with his excellent arrangement (includes creating additional sections, tracks, etc.) and mastering work.

Composition by Ken
Composition and Sampling collage and mix by Synline

Taken Away (collab. w/ Synline)

a collaboration with a wonderful artist #AdaDaveed 
Soar my friends SOAR !!
Sitar Roger Walker 
Vocals Ada Daveed
Keyboard Ada Daveed
Percussion Ada Daveed
Bass Guitar  Roger Walker

Powdered Mountains 

YOUNG BUZZARD by #AdaDaveed and Roger Walker .

All My Troubles Seemed So Far Away

Bande originale d'un film jamais tourné 

The Bat Man

Uncharted Lands

CAST OF CHARACTERS:
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- electric piano, synth, seed idea
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –  vocals, lyrics, mix, and production
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – guitar
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–banjo, guitar, sitar, and final mastering
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, seed idea
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – four-string fretless bass

Composition – The Eclectic Collective
This song started in probably the most effective way our group writes them. Ken had a spectacular drum beat that was unused in a previous project, so JJ composed and recorded  a chord arrangement with his magical keys. Once we had a beat and a chord structure, Josh came along and added his foundational bass. 
     Now that the rhythm section was complete and the chord structure was in place, Stephen added his unique melody line that you hear at the beginning and every other verse on his magic banjo. He also plays all the initial guitar until around 1:40, where Tez takes over. Stephen also added some really trippy sitar in the vocal section. Then it was time for Tez to add some spice to the mix with his fiery guitar solos from about 1:40 on, eventually building up to a crescendo towards the end. 
     Once we had all the music down, we realized that we had a big gap in the bridge without much going on in it. So, Mark came through with an old poem he had written on his fridge with word magnets for his daughter more than a decade ago, and expanded on it for this song. (the poem is loosely based on the idea that our dreams exist in a digital environment/universe) The young girl's voice you hear echoing Mark's filtered voice is his daughter, in her first appearance with the EC. 
     The song was now finished, except for Mark using his production skills to trim and move a few things, then mix it. While we usually defer to Tez or Stephen for the mix, Mark did such a great job, we decided to keep his mix. Stephen did, however master and EQ it to make it a finished product. 
     This song was truly put together as a whole band effort, showcasing what the Eclectic Collective can do. I hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.  

Original lyrics by Mistermark:  

The moon flickers on
and rises and dances
across a celestial stage
as dreamers paint the pixels of their mind 
like an infinite canvas 

Sleep away tiny egg
and leave a delicate thread 
of memory behind 
but never log out 
you are in the elaborate web
always

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here's a photo of the original fridge magnet poem from years ago:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/mark_boucher/2257994722/in/album-1495769/

and here's some collections of photos I took over the years:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/mark_boucher/albums/

Dancing Moon (The Eclectic Collective)

Uke, Mandolin and a couple tracks of syths...mashing. The clicks are me clucking my tongue...

The title? I got no idea where that came from...

Image is obviously AI

Ist Kan Bulle

Un hommage à Rimbaud, à la vie faite d'errance et d'erreurs, d'absolue beauté aussi, à tous ceux dont les rêves les plus fous ont fini par façonner la réalité , aux antipodes de nos pragmatiques  sans souffle et au petit pied. On peut leur préférer le Poète et ses "semelles de vent". (Le morceau est long, je sais, je m'en excuse, mais le texte est long aussi et la musique se veut un peu comme un voyage)
 PAROLES
Gentil poète
Trafiquant d’armes
Tu t’es perdu dans les sables
 Non loin d’Addis Abeba
Pourquoi le si lointain là-bas ? 

Gentil poète 
Trafiquant d’armes
Pourquoi avoir rompu le charme ?
 Ton amitié avec Verlaine
Le tendre Automne et ses violons
 L’enfance chère aux étrennes
 Tout l’or des Illuminations.

Gentil poète
Trafiquant d’armes
Tu t’es perdu dans les sables
 Non loin d’Addis Abeba
Pourquoi le si lointain là-bas ? 

Gentil poète 
Trafiquant d’armes
Entre la violence et le rêve
La guerre aussi tu l’as connue
La tête en l’air, la tête nue.
Comme si tu te fuyais toi-même
Tu as écrit tous tes poèmes
« Je est un autre », nous disais-tu.

Gentil poète
Trafiquant d’armes
Ange ou démon, Dormeur du val,
 Tes rêves se firent caravanes
Comme d’autres fument des Havane.

Ton Bateau ivre dans tous les ports
 De Marseille, de Massaoua ou Djedda
Tes poèmes d’âme et de corps
Pourquoi le si lointain là-bas ?

Nouvelles Voyelles, nouvelles fièvres
Ton cri moderne sur nos lèvres
 Ton cri encore nous libère
 De toutes les Saisons en enfer.

Gentil poète
Trafiquant d’armes
Tu t’es perdu dans les sables
Non loin d’Addis Abeba
Pourquoi le si lointain là-bas ?
________________________________________________________________
Nice poet
Arms trafficker
You got lost in the sands
 Not far from Addis Ababa
Why the so far away there? 

Nice poet 
Arms trafficker
Why did you break the spell?
 Your friendship with Verlaine
The tender Autumn and its violins
 Childhood dear to gifts
 All the gold of the Enlightenment.

Nice poet
Arms trafficker
You got lost in the sands
 Not far from Addis Ababa
Why the so far away there? 

Nice poet 
Arms trafficker
Between violence and dreams
The war you also knew her
Head up, head bare.
As if you were running away from yourself
You wrote all your poems
"I'm another," you told us.

Nice poet
Arms trafficker
Angel or demon, Dormeur du val,
 Your dreams were caravanned
Like others smoke Havana.

Your Drunk Boat in All Ports
 From Marseille, Massawa or Jeddah
Your poems of soul and body
Why the so far away there?

New Vowels, New Fevers
Your modern cry on our lips
 Your cry again sets us free
From all the Seasons to hell.

Nice poet
Arms trafficker
You got lost in the sands
Not far from Addis Ababa
Why the so far away there?




Abyssinie (hommage à Rimbaud)

There's something building in the air. Be mindful of your breathing.

Air of Industry

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Songs from Wastedland II

Brand New Place

Songs from Wastedland III

Gori Gori Song

A battle in a distopic future where no one won.

Fools!

Visions

A Robot Fable

new Release!!
https://parametric.bandcamp.com/album/iii

Some old & closer projects, below. Also contacts

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Contact: gonzojfrances@gmail.com

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