There is beauty in decay... 
Like the ancient crumbling monuments we so revere, inspiring vivid dreams of the past- and hopefully pushing us forward.

I would like to dedicate this track to these three awesome amigos: Justin (https://soundcloud.com/grevusanjl), Rob (https://soundcloud.com/spiralizer) and Robert (https://soundcloud.com/r-salchaks-mood-exhibit). Your amazing support, friendship, musical inspiration and influence throughout all these years is beyond words: Infinite Love to you, my dear brothers!!

that Soft Etch of Time

That Soft Etch Of Time

UPDATE:  Right before Christmas 2023 The Gift of Life organization that handles transplant donors and recipients finally decided that the family of my for and I could personally communicate with each other. We had filled out 2 sets of forms asking to be able to talk. This took too long. I finally know who gave me life! His name is Neal. I'll keep the last name private. 

He has three young adult children. His death was sudden and unexpected after having severe pain in his head. I had a long talk with their mother Connie who told me about Neal and his children. Two of his children are musicians, one who has released albums. Best of all, except for one son, they live only a two hour drive from me in Pa. This connection has made all of us happy. Neal lives on in me. There is so much that never would have happened without this gift of life to me.
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Ten years ago I had a liver transplant. They never tell you who donated it because of privacy issues but you can write a letter and give it to your transplant co-ordinator to pass on to them and they can contact you if they want to. I didn't do that. The first couple years were touch and go for me and I was in and out of the hospital quite a bit. The years that followed were rough. The medicine I have to take causes cancer and I had more surgeries for that. Liver disease caused my bones to be brittle and I've broken quite a few. But about a year ago my drs said that whatever I die from it won't be my liver. It is functioning very well. The man who gave me his liver has a family. Hopefully their grieving causes them less pain. I wanted to write music for him, for them that expressed my emotions at having ten years of life I came close to not having. My doctors told me I would not have lived another two weeks before I would have gone into a coma. I would have missed my grandchildren growing up and three great grandbabies being born and a fourth on it's way.  I would have not recorded 100 pieces of music as my legacy to future generations. Not a day has gone by that I have not thought about this man. He checked the box 'organ donor' on his drivers license. We rarely know when the end is coming. We need to appreciate every day we have. If he could only now see through my eyes. ❤️

If You Could See Through My Eyes

Words and music K Gennery

For my Nan, Emily Adelaide Francis 1903-1972
Mother of 15 
Grandmother to 24
intro voice, my 93 year old Mum, talking about her Mum.....Emily.

While on my own i find myself lost in the past
maybe i should step back and leave well alone
For there you are ready to receive me
feel safe and warm wrapped in the arms of emily

long ago wished i could have told you so
such a long time ago ooh how i loved you so
ooh how i loved you so....emily

you were gone in a blink of an eye
i should have come and whispered goodbye
 i was young but it doesnt ease the hurting
age is not an excuse its all i have

long ago wished i could have told you so
such a long time ago ooh how i loved you so
ooh how i loved you so....emily

emily

Emily

Sketch of Artificial Intelligence

Cast of Characters:
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen–acoustic and electric guitars, mix, and production
J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell –piano, synth, composition, vocals, and lyrics
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums and percussion
Llanpsych–@llanpsych –Tez–electric guitar
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1–five-string fretless bass and lap slide

  This song began its life as a composition that JJ wrote one evening on the piano and synth. He also wrote the lyrics and sings this one. He was very excited to share it with us, so he invited Josh, Ken, Stephen and Tez into the project immediately after finishing. However, we couldn't make the thing work at first, so JJ went back and retooled it, streamlined it, and gave it back to us. We all really liked the Floydiness of the groove, and his signature psychedelic coda ending. 
  After Ken had laid down his inspired, foundational  drums, Josh laid down his bass part with his big monster five-string bass, which is good for really low tones. Then it was Tez's turn. He came up with something very Gilmore-esque, with his always exciting leads throughout the first section. Stephen then added some brilliant, filling acoustic guitar to the first section. He, along with Tez, also added some trippy electric guitar to the coda. Finally, Josh just thought it needed something to push the coda over the edge, so he added the slide at the end, too.
  Then, of course, we asked Stephen to produce and mix it for us, which he did in his always expert way. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. Also, we wish a very happy holidays to everyone! 
JJ's lyrics:
PUSHED AND PULLED AND SWUNG THE CLEAVER
MY TIME IT RAN AWAY.

FOOLISH HEART AND SOME DECEIVIN’
DIE TRYIN’ TO STAY AFRAID

DESERT CHILL IS WHERE IM SLEEPIN’
HARD NIGHT TURNED INTO DAYS

BETTER GO AND FEED THIS FEVER
TWICE BLINDED BY THIS FAITH



SHOULD’VE KNOWN WHILST IN THE SEASON
BEHIND BLIND BRAVEITY

TRUTH COMES HOME TO ROOST THE RAVEN
FIVE STEINS MADE OF JADE

TREASURED HILL THE SUNS RETREATIN’
CARD PLAYED YOUR HANDS AN ACE

LET IT GO THIS BIRD IS DREAMIN’
DICE LANDED AT THE TRAIN



COULD’VE SHOWN MY HEART’S REATREATIN’
BLIND SIDED BY THE SEA

PLEASURED TONE OF THE BALLADEER
FIND A HIGH AND LONELEY PLACE

SEED IS SOWN THIS HEART’S STILL BEATIN’
FIVE LIONS IN THE DEN

GETTIN’ COLD THE BEAST IS LEAVING
SOUTH BOUND IT ALL THE WAY

Red Sun - (Eclectic Collective)

Nouvel ambient ( avec un nouveau DAW et de nouvelles sonorités)

In The Magical Flow

based on https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx/paploviante-rnb-wip-2 - but with a very different atmosphere :-)
______ Paploviante: Bass, Drums, Rhythm Guitar
______ joerxworx: Pads, Piano, Brass, Solo Guitar and Tenor Sax
This version is going more on Paul's Rhythm guitar, my solos more to a Spanish feeling :-)
....... with hugh thanks to Paul, https://soundcloud.com/paul-racle ... photo by Eddie & Carolina Stigson, unsplash

Spanish Nights / Paploviante & joerxworx

Midnight Blues

Medieval Shadows is a captivating music album filled with authentic medieval sounds, performed on historical instruments like tagelharpa, lute, frame drums and flutes. Its dark, earthy and atmospheric tone brings the Middle Ages to life, making it perfect for documentaries, historical films, fantasy projects and RPG games. Each track blends raw textures with ancient melodies, creating an immersive soundtrack that evokes mystery, folklore and the spirit of old European traditions. Ideal for anyone seeking true medieval ambience.

When Death Calls  (120 bpm) | energetic, gregorian chant, flute, percussions

The Mask Murders is an instrumental Edwardian noir set in Deptford, London, in 1905. Across three acts, the album traces the path from a quiet neighborhood paint shop to the birth of modern forensic justice.

Act I lingers in the world of the victims: a small shop glowing under gaslight, dawn on Deptford High Street, and the low hum of London life. Two discarded masks, an open cash box, and whispers moving through the streets slowly bend the music toward unease. By the time the six days have passed, the city’s everyday sounds—fog, footfall, and a fading music hall waltz—have become the backdrop to a double murder.

Act II shifts into the interior of the new fingerprint bureau. Chamber textures tighten and overlap as motifs are passed between instruments like evidence between hands. Themes are examined, restated, and set in counterpoint, mirroring the growing list of matching points and the investigator’s struggle between professional certainty and private doubt. The sound is small, acoustic, and precise, rooted in early-twentieth-century harmony.

Act III moves to the courtroom and the gallows. Formal, hymn-like writing and slow tolling rhythms carry the listener through the trial at the Old Bailey, the weight of the verdict, and the quiet finality of a morning at Wandsworth. In the closing piece, the fingerprint patterns return in a cool, stripped-back epilogue, suggesting a future in which a few ridges on glass quietly govern life and death.

The New Evidence

Visit to Makadi Bay (egypt.)

Amateur de musique, de philosophie, de poésie, je n 'ai pas d'autre culte que l'amitié. J'aime écrire et mettre en musique, j'aime mélanger les genres, et mon piano aux boucles pour étoffer l'un, vivifier les autres, les déranger parfois. La musique ne connaît pas de barrière, sauf de corail!

ma musique est également publiée sur bandcamp avec comme nom d'artiste : semellesdevent

In The Magical Flow

vent d'ouest