♥ Nick R Davies ♥

Huge thanks to Paul (Paploviante) for this fabulous open collaboration. .great swinging blues and skillfully crafted playing.

https://soundcloud.com/paploviante-and-friends/go-go-open-collab-paploviante

 I don't pretend to be any sort of blues player..that's a life's work in itself. .but I enjoy winging it sometimes. 3 blobs of guitar..clean Jackson, eBowed Jem and distorted Jem.
Thanks again Paul.

Be good

Nick

GO GO Paploviante And Nick R Davies

Wonderful summer's day in Umbria, 1798. Warm, hazy sun, lazy insects, wafts of olive wood, dry earth, lemons and linen. Arrived at the market with the usual dredging thirst for wine that presented itself at midday in those times. Strode purposefully towards an artisan liqueur stall, equally drawn by the rainbow of bottles and the rather toothsome fair lady behind the table. She dipped her head and stole a glance ar me, doe-eyed and chancing a tiny smile at the corner of her mouth. "You want to try?" She breathed, seductively I thought. "Anything from your fair hand" (inward grimace). A deep lilac flute of sugary spirit was gulped with enthusiasm. .a little self-conscious of the glipping noise of my swallow. Dragged my hand across my lips and felt very strange. All the colours of the day became a swirl and, mortifyingly,  I felt a growing wet warmth spread across the front of my breeches.

Next thing I know, I am awake in an iron cage, in a dark stone dungeon. "Oh, Lord, not again" I muttered. The substantial mound of flesh I knew as the Marchesa lumbered towards me, like a walking chest of drawers in a frock. She moved her ham head to within an inch of mine. Camel-toothed and wild-eyed she told me that naughty Nicholas would be punished for wetting himself.

Right hip still plays up a bit, and I mix my own drinks now
Life's lessons, eh?
Be good

Nick

Female voice from the excellent Madam Vicious http://freesound.org/people/MadamVicious/

The Marchesa's Bitter Potion

Had a fabulous surprise when Jimmy,https://soundcloud.com/j-rivas sent me a track and said "do what you like!". A long time admirer of his super, genre-spanning music, excellent vocals, keen humour and generosity this was marvellous fun to work on and a great privilege. Chuckled all the way through recording this, with his deadpan, surreal outbursts! Thanks again, Jimmy

Be good
Nick


J.Rivas And Nick R Davies NICK WITH THE SOLID KICK

Florence 1888, first floor apartment, Via de’ Tornabuoni. Slumped on the bed in my shoes, mid-afternoon. You know how it is..the tall windows open inwards, the shutters allowing in thin dusty slabs of ochre sun. The day's half-memories melting into the distance, like milk in a slow river. Limbs and tongue heavy, immobile, each breath a sugary draught of the otherworld. Distant noises; carts, whistling, a dog, crisscrossing my mind in tiny twinkles. My whole being gently reverberating in the transfer to sleep. 

Then a new thought...unable to be repelled. The growing, ugly realisation that I forgot to use the bedpan before I laid down.
Be good

Nick

Influenced by the beautifully mellow work of ELT https://soundcloud.com/extremeloungeterror
Photo is Snoring Old Man | by Nicky Wilkes

Twenty Winks

I am a huge admirer of Nocturnal RoSe (Natalia)and her unique vocal style and very pleased to be part of a collaboration with her. https://soundcloud.com/kiabeniki

This is an adaptation of a track she posted a while back and we've both reworked parts to fit. When I received the vocal stem and Omnisphere I thought 'Wow, Davies, you'd better step up!" 

I thank her for her huge talent and kindness.

We hope you enjoy this and thank you for listening and reading
Be good

Nick

Bye Bye (Safe Place )- Nocturnal RoSe And Nick R Davies

Back in 1910, I was blessed to have met Julius Klunk, quite possibly the clumsiest man to have walked the teeming streets of the East End of London. I say blessed because he not only provided, unwittingly, through his wretched and ungainly sense of coordination, a chortle value far in excess of any reasonable expectation of a work colleague, but also saved my life. Working as Muffin Men we would meet at the Bakery at 5:30am sharp. He would usually be sporting two or three blood roses of tissue paper, stauching the damage inflicted during his morning, hacking, shave, and at least one finger was freshly hooded with a sticking plaster. His delivery list inevitably fluttered face-down into a puddle; his hat quickly following as he swooped down to retrieve it. His first load of muffins was generally accepted to be sacrificial - his second came with a stern warning. Customer payments frequently slid down the outside of his pockets and onto the doorstep. Muffins were usually handed over with a thumbnail accidentally gouging an arm, or worse, a breast or eye. Retreating with breathless apology backwards down the front steps would result in a heavy fall onto his back and a flailing leg. Crossing the road, he would send horses whinnying and wheels screeching. 

One day, I was dragged into an alley by a couple of knife-wielding thugs, demanding I hand over the takings. Unwilling to yield,  they drew their blades to my throat.  "I say! Unhand him!" I heard with the corner of my eye. Klunk then tripped over a dustbin and windmilled forward trying to break his fall for about 15 yards. His arms clubbed heavily the two muggers, who fell senseless to the floor. Sorry..sorry. .sorry he mumbled.

I treated him to a foaming draught of Pale Ale for his trouble, which he held to the light then promptly poured down his front and his groin.

I was impressively accurate in consuming mine.
Be good

Nick

Klunk

My music is below
https://soundcloud.com/bluecherrykiss

♥ Nick R Davies ♥

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