Cast of Characters:

Cgmaness – @cgmaness – Chris – acoustic guitar, composition, production, and mix

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– drums
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – Warwick four string fretless bass 
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- piano and lead synth
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – VST cello, strings, clarinet, flute, and synth pad
Nyla K-- @user-162163879 -- vocals and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–  Gibson Earle Scruggs banjo

This song started as many of our best do, with Chris coming up with it on his acoustic guitar. He shared it with the rest of us shortly after, and we were all very excited to tuck into it. 
  Ken was fist at the trough for this one, adding his jazzy, expressive drums. Josh came in as soon as he had a beat to work with, adding his signature fretless bass to the mix. Not long after that, JJ broke out the hauntingly melodic piano and Shine On You Crazy Diamond timbred synth you hear throughout. 
  Once it had a good structure to it, Mark came in and added the dynamic cello swells that open the song, some subtle strings, the melodic clarinet and flute, and a bit of synth pad near the end to spice up the soup a bit. He also had the great idea to ask Nyla to add some vocals, which she did in her typically dynamic and expressive way using her original lyrics. Last, but definitely not least, we convinced Stephen to add some of his perfectly mood-setting banjo. 
  Once it was all in the can, it actually sat for several months before being revived by Chris, who also did the production and mix, expertly, as always.
   This song is an example of Eclectic Collective coming together to bring another one of Chris' brilliant songs to life. You should check out his new albums on Spotify, which you can find by following this link. https://open.spotify.com/artist/0RmKLMyiXe4eVeXa032MDV?si=L0PZPN1FThy8C7mRVZMu6A
  Also, this is our first time collaborating with Nyla K. We wanted to find a way to include her talents on this one, and her vocals here are magical. You can hear a lot more of them on her page if you follow the link next to here name in the credits, too. We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by Nyla K: 

I once overheard 
a hushed up conversation 
'tween the fishes coming home 
and thank god for a holiday
yea
making the bull frogs sing for joy
as they awake
yea
...and this... is what they had to say

Spanish moss and bullfrogs
cattail cotton in the wind
yea...
and won't U take me to the river
yea...
take me on down to the river
and U better not say...

Better Not Say (Eclectic Collective by CGManess, with Nyla K)

I love the KSB sound. This instrumental inspired me to make the lyrics and songline, and i "gave it a bit of a new wave techno"-vibe.

https://soundcloud.com/killasoundboy/outlaws-instrumental-krt-production-open-for-collab?si=d2168fab89d94bacbe7c1a28be696eec&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing


I'm an outlaw- Lyrics

Maybe it’s true I’m wild and hard to control
And maybe it’s because
I have an untamable soul
I’m always on the run
I stay out of the sun, out of the sun, out out
Out of the light, out out
I’m an outlaw

I have to hide
An Outlaw
Yes Sir, Yes Mam,
That’s what I am
I am an outlaw

I’m under a ban
I’m under restriction
The law no longer offers me protection

Banned, barred, prohibitted, forbidden, Fugitive, Veto, embargo, outcast

Outlaw (KillaSoundBoy-Saskia)

He stands in twilight
at the gates of the new city's walls.
A strange dawn stirs on the blade of the meridian.
The last city smolders in the distance. 
His footprints in their soft dust craters
trail behind him 
and alongside are the drops of blood
that let astride him.
He hears the distant hounds.
A breeze lifts and covers his tracks

but through the gate
he peers, for now.
The city begins to awaken and come to life.
The bakers, the artists, the carpenters
and the elite, merge into one citizen
smiling on their paths.
He looks upon the road
leading to the private houses
and figures silhouetted above the sills.
Laughter from within their walls. 

The sunrise catches the apex
of a pearled pagan statue, where paths converge
and his eyes divert upon it. 
He stands until the sunlight reaches her eyes of the East.

Hecate waits, standing in stone, without faltering
in three-form. One face by light.
Two others by shadow. In each hand a torch
and the others hold a serpent, a key.
He is entranced by a momentary paralysis

and he imagines the future, unraveling to the North
past the mountains, overlooking the new city.
Her reflection in his dark eyes reverberates between them infinitely.
Sage burns. A hex lifts. The ghosts like petals drift.
The gravity of the morning moon, still in the sky, lifts the dew.
The blades of grass bend toward the celestial.
He begins to cry, and his eyes are then clear.

Two guards near, and begin to call out.
He returns down the path and takes a new fork
up into the overgrowth and throngs of thorns.
Up the mountain, he wades, unflinching and finds a clearing.

He sets up a camp between the cities.
Overlooking the distant landscapes
the smoldering old, and the glow of the new.
He speaks to the night phantoms, and coyotes
who dare not near
and the black fountain to him, speaks of method and form 
like wine. A moth flutters into the light and heat
to invoke a change. 
Geese pass overhead, a transition
at the threshold of season.
He watches the fire, the night long, and the hounds bay.

He douses the embers, for the ashes to fractal
meet root, and rise again.
Broken and delirious, he sees a vision
of the frog at the well
at the edge of the underworld, aflame.
It clings in silence, to the scales unfair.
Tempting darkness to near. 
He reaches out, with hand weak
and it dives, escaping wet into the cosmos below.

Sending ripples through the stars.
He looks down at his reflection until the water stills
and in that moment, his mirror splits to twin.
He looks up, but no one is yet there beside him.
A premonition. A last black hope.
The mountain grows cold.
He cries out as he awakens.

Words by Riley Robinson

I. Venus in Pisces

Setting down 
Beautiful perfect feast
Settings are impeccable 
Laid flawlessly 

But I can’t live without your love
I’d starve to death
Fade to nothing
Without your love

Dropped off alone on an island
I could get by
Fully quenched
By your love

Bounty heaped
Steaming culinary delight
Platters brought to
Pleasured sighs

But I can’t live without your love
I’d starve to death
Fade to nothing
Without your love

Dropped off alone on an island
I could get by
Fully quenched
By your love

All the closeness we share
A familiar love in perfection

Bonded at the table side
Closeness we share
Familiar love
Sustenance

But I can’t live without your love
I’d starve to death
Fade to nothing
Without your love

Dropped off alone on an island
I could get by
Fully quenched
By your love

All the closeness we share
A familiar love in perfection


Steaming Culinary Delight

Salt

Original composition by Neno J. June, 2025.
Nylon electro-acoustic guitar Cordoba Studio GK, recorded directly using multi effect Hotone Ampero 100 and bass Ibanez.

Summer lounge bar

This is a track from my album BOOTY FROM DUMMYLAND, a speckled collection of moody stuff - sometimes just musical sketches, demos, or spontaneous improvisations, sometimes more elaborated pieces.

Nightlife Undercover

Update: Day mode vox in

https://soundcloud.com/k2andthe3
This song is for Ken or artist name 'K2 and the 3' and member of Eclectic Collective. Ken is a wonderful person and a fabulous multi instrumentalist and shines particularly brilliantly behind a drum kit. The song lyrics actually reflect our straight up interactions which I love a lot very nicely I think. I've written this song with stabs and stops in mind. I'm always impressed at how drummers can drive feel in drop outs with both silence and solo fills so we might focus a little bit more on that for the band version of this song when we can. Mark alluded to this maybe being something we forget to do more and I completely agree when looking at my own songs.. I'm a noob when it comes to drums so it will be fascinating to see what this ends up after a great drummer has wrapped their head around it and given it that rhythmically focused human backbone. Drummers impress me the most I think largely because I get that big wow of... I actually can't ever do that. I do however love absorbing what drummers project and maybe try and get better at imagining what could be there even if I cant play them that usually helps creativity elsewhere in a piece. That dream of what could be there...

This demo purposely has a simple easy to follow beat simply so I could lock in my guitar rhythm tight and I also want to have that solid comparison with an future EC version with that human result vs the convenience of this and a drum machine. Should end up a ripping rocker this one

Vocals are currently in Nightmode so will get a day vox run in tomorrow all going well. Karakoram is the mountain range in Pakistan/China (Just realising it's in two countries) K2 the mountain lives in...

Lyrics

Karakoram human
You decorate good future
As many lose their Gods
You stand tall as suture

Rhythmic mountain maestro
Each day, graft, working hard
So kids can eat
Bruised back see best of yard

Still, beats get born of evenings
Deep love finds joules to jam
May generation X soothe meaning
Let's teach the younger pussies what we can

To Ken, from pen, to page, to Music
To friends, Now is when, Good sage soup soothes us
Honest and brave, To Jesus he save
Kudos our maestro of percussive wave

(Delay the next verse for a short instrumental section of some kind here)

Karakoram human
You decorate good future
As many lose their Gods
You stand tall as suture
Sticks in hand
Cymbals a floating
Snare and bass backbone gland
Tom'ed Ringo Star man keep quoting
Keep life steady paced by hand

To Ken, from pen, to page, to Music
To friends, Now is when, Good sage soup soothes us
Honest and brave, To Jesus he save
Kudos our maestro of percussive wave

Rhythmic Mountain

Swamp Interactions

Shinning  Sun (Rehearsal)

Il Gigante di Monterosso – Feat: Sergei Govorov
June 2025
Duration: 3:20
Music Composition - Bruce Klepper
Effects and Mixing - John-Marc Ventimiglia 
Cover Art Photography- Heidi Schnicker 
Soprano Sax- Sergei Govorov 

On our recent trip to Italy, one of the places we stayed was Monterosso, one of the 5 villages in Cinque Terre. From our patio, we were able to see Il Gigante looking out over the ocean. I am pleased to announce this new music collaboration, Il Gigante di Monterosso - Feat: Sergei Govorov, celebrating the beauty of Italy.  Listen to Sergei's music on Spotify and Apple Music.
Sergei Govorov completed his doctoral degree at the Gnessin Academy of Music in Moscow with the highest honors.  In 2022, Sergei moved to the United States.  Sergei's repertoire ranges from classical saxophone to avant-garde, jazz, and pop. He has performed over 4,000 concerts worldwide.  For the last year I have been writing music for the sax and piano duo, Govorov & De Groot.  Sergei Govorov and Britta De Groot have performed my music in Colorado and have future plans for more concerts and possible recordings. 

For soprano sax, piano, tubular bells, sound effects and percussion

Il Gigante di Monterosso - Feat. Sergei Govorov (demo)

Here I would like to present music composed and produced by myself (multitracking guitars, bass, and drums) and pieces that were created in the context of various bands since 1990. Some of the tracks are completely worked out, some are demos, some are from jam sessions, and some are live recordings. When relevant, in each single track the band name is given, the respective players are listed, and details as to the background of the music are presented.
All drawings and paintings were done by myself and, in some cases, by my wife, Andrea.

Nightlife Undercover

Gunther Benedict