Cover of   https://soundcloud.com/killedmonkmusic/slow-times
Artwork by Kristina Mills of Chattanooga, TN
Thank you KilledMonkMusic for the kind words and inspiration. Good luck on your journey.

Slow Times by Killed Monk Music

lyrics, vocals, mixing by Tam Jennifer, on synthetic guitar loop (anon.) Two loops have been chopped up, arranged and mixed in with the vocals to accent emotion. 

Indie experimental trap. 

Vocals recorded and mixed using Audacity and RODE USB Mini Microphone

FOR MY MOTHER

Cover generated using Stable-Diffusion.. design by Tam Jennifer. 

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I originally recorded a version of this song just two months after she died. Here is the original. 

Listen to Mother mother (DEMO 20191118) by Tam Jennifer Music on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/r6jbs

Where Did She Go ( I Wanna Know, 2022 )

You’ve hijacked all my senses 
now I’m a pirate wannabe 
as I’m drifting from the fences
to my destiny 
and I’ll follow you through sunsets 
crossing oceans in rebellion 
as a refugee 
as a refugee and 

This chemical reaction makes me crave for satisfaction 
going weak in your vicinity 
think I’m gonna take a knee 
and in this phase of my excitement 
I’m shameless and amusing and we could have fun 
you and me 
and 

Like the howler in the alley 
I’m radiating heat
questioning my sanity 
living in a fantasy 
thinking you’re my destiny
when I’m really just a refugee

Driftin From My Fences

My wife was listening all day to me working on this song. When I added a banjo, her interest piqued, and she wrote lyrics for a country feel.

The Prescription Blues
Lyrics Veronica Krath
Music Mike Krath
Performed and Produced Mike Krath

In the morning when I rise
Gotta take these pills to feel alive
They help me get through another day

Through all my aches and all my ills
My salvation lies in a tiny pill
And my life lies on a prescription pad

Why did the Lord put me on this earth
Just to take all these pills to feel my worth
Wish I could take my body back

Oh Lord, I wish there was another way,
To make it through another day,
Then taking all these pills.

Chorus:
And in the end when I die
My hope is that I’ll find myself in paradise
With no pills and no more pain
Cause to live is Christ and to die is gain.

The Prescription Blues

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually, as part of a future solo album)

Latin, literally ‘not having control of one's mind’.

If there was ever a time in my life when I questioned the sanity of the world, this would be it. So many things are not working; and so many people in power seem to want to keep it that way. How does one maintain hope (and provide others hopeful ideas), when the daily news tells such a different story? At what point do the hopeful messages just feel out of touch, rather than helpful?

Bo Burnham’s comedy special ‘Inside’ (on Netflix, but you can find several skits on YouTube as well) should be recommended viewing for all human beings right now. It’s a brilliantly insightful and snarky view of the world we live in, and a candid peek into his struggles facing that world. Half charming, half alarming… he is unapologetic and razor sharp in how he interprets the modern age. Here’s a line from one of the opening songs that really hit home for me:

"The more I look, the more I see nothing to joke about. Is comedy over? Should I leave you alone? Cause really who's gonna go for joking at a time like this? Should I be joking at a time like this? I wanna help to leave this world better than I found it. And I fear that comedy won't help, and the fear is not unfounded."

This so accurately summarizes how I feel right now. Is what I’m doing helping? Or does (you pick the hot topic driving you nuts at the moment) seem so out of control, that I seem out of touch with reality… trumpeting loving and hopeful messages in the face of the chaos? 

In the end, I feel there are only two paths available to us at any given time; activity and inactivity. I don’t know that the specific activity matters as much as the drive and purpose behind that activity. I suspect the point is simply to do anything positive that tells the universe where your heart and intent are focused. The alternative… inactivity probably looks a lot like freezing in your tracks, getting lost in fear (or anger, which I consider a sub-category of fear)… and refusing to (or feeling like you can’t) move forward. It’s pretty easy to imagine how that energy won’t be helping anyone… especially you.

So maybe it’s as simple as just doing something that seems meaningful to you. Maybe that means protesting. Or donating to causes that align with your values. It might be conserving water, limiting waste, and recycling. Perhaps it’s providing your services and skills to someone in need; or simply smiling at someone as you pass them on the street. And it can also take the form of artistic and creative expression; a valuable offering for people in need of evocative images, sounds and ideas. All of these things hold power. And all are important in my mind. So rather than questioning whether we’re doing the right things, or enough of the right things… maybe we just need to follow our hearts (not our minds), and see where that leads us. Our hearts already seem to know us better than we know ourselves anyway. Let’s try trusting that little fellow, and see where it takes us.

I hope you enjoy my latest sonic adventure, ‘Non Compos Mentis’. :)

WTF! The Musical

Non Compos Mentis

all instruments, master & mix by Moneky Blood Lowdown @monkeybloodlowdown
lyrics & vocals by Mariam Zohra D : Myrh

THAT DREW US
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In the warmth of our heart
I’ve known to date
All that I have lost
Oh that’s ok

Blink
And 40 years have passed by

Come all the ways 
Come at all
And who should?
And who should fall?

Wondering around on our world
So these are the lines that I known
Are the lines that I know

Had the reasons and all our seasons
Change

My the years have it all

Although it seems I still have passion
Although it seems I still have passion

I’m innocence
Not some love hold up in one house

Lover
Lovers
Lover
Lovers

Walk up to the past
Cross your yard
Real hearts need not part

Meetings you will never know of
Understanding one can’t just grab a hold of

Real hearts need not part

Dichotomy is post-fade
I don’t need a lecture to dictate

The summer
The summer that drew us

Walk up to the pass

Our parallel gait to an ocean-lit trek
Real hearts
Need not part
Need not part

A parallel gate drew us
Drew us

Dichotomy is post-fade

To an ocean-lit trek

What drew us
In a gaze a way
Drew us

The Consolers

That Drew Us | The Consolers

First song written produced and recorded by Jeffrey Lasky in Twenty years.  Jeffrey Lasky all guitars.  Cover art and concept by Joshua Lasky

September Twenty-Fifth

Raffinésse

Why is it

Endless Ocean.mp3

STUDIO GANGSTA

(Jan 9th, 2025) Just a quick message to let you know I'm not going to be active here for a while. If you need to reach me, you can always message me at GrevusAnjl@mac.com. 
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Welcome to my sonic playground. I don't consider myself a skilled musician. I just sculpt sounds to quiet my mind... often with surprising and humorous results. Thank you for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed your visit. :)