I strained my wrist playing guitar while practicing a new piece I hope to post in a month or two, so in the meantime I decided to freshen up a short piece I had on SC from a few years ago. It’s a simple melody, a musical meditation, towards peace; the dove of peace carries this message, through many cultures and religions. Peace is needed now, more than ever. Hope you may spend 2 minutes with me to meditate.
PS. Wasn't able to master this with clarity, so headphones/earphones best.

Peace Dove

Translated after French text

Vidéo YouTube :  https://youtu.be/bThqxsUetr0

Nous ...
Texte de Say M
Chant : Julia
Musique : Alain Illos 

Nous,
Ne les écrirons jamais
Ces paroles qui nous aiment
Mais qui nous ont menées
Vers un jardin d'ébène
Aux amours végétés
N'y entre que la peine
Que des vœux oubliés
Nous,
Ne nous obligerons jamais
À recouvrir de haine
Nos pas ensoleillés
Autour de l'Aquitaine
Et d'une vierge dorée*
Témoin de nos "Je t'aime"
De nos rêves échangés
Nous,
Ne remplacerons jamais
Au parfum de l'hiver
Tous nos troublants étés
Au devant de la scène
Cet enfant désiré
Qui ne sera la sève
De notre amour vidé
Nous,
Ne les écrirons jamais
Ces paroles qui nous aiment
Mais qui nous ont menées
Vers un jardin d'ébène
Aux amours végétés
N'y entre que la peine
Que des vœux oubliés
Nous,
Ne le deviendrons jamais
Nous,
Ne le deviendrons jamais

We...
We will,
Will never write them
These words that love us
But have led us
To an ebony garden
To vegetated loves
Only sorrow enters
Only forgotten vows
We'll never
Will never make us
To cover with hate
Our sunny steps
Around Aquitaine
And a golden virgin*
Witness to our "I love you" moments
Of our shared dreams
We'll never
Will never replace
To the perfume of winter
All our troubling summers
To the front of the stage
This longed-for child
Who will never be the sap
Of our emptied love
We will,
Will never write
These words that love us
But have led us
To an ebony garden
To vegetated loves
Only sorrow enters
Only forgotten vows
And we,
Will never become
We'll never
Will never become

Nous .... avec Julia

iza lica(demo)

Contours and detours
Written and recorded by TJG May 2024

Contours and Detours is my take on Gershwin's Rhythm changes with my own harmonic substitutions throughout. Written in B-flat Major with a Key change in the bridge. A version with vocals is coming soon. 

Technical Details
Rhythm Guitar: Gibson ES 335
Lead Guitar: Gibson ES 335
Guitar Amplifier: Fender George Benson Hot Rod Deluxe
Fender pedal board: Line 6 delay; Fender clean boost
Mics: a pair of Royer r10 ribbons on guitars
Mic preamps: API 312
Mixer: API 24 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape.

Contours and detours

P-Lignum Vitae

i want to give a shout out to Lilly Fox and her momma for whom this song was written for 

produced by Z:UniVerhse

💓You-were-the-one {with Dizzy Darrko & Zzzzerbot}

Indie psych
Cosmic Keanu. Vocals & lyrics.

https://on.soundcloud.com/TRM1XWRDdYTVgNzi8

Find the Truth

In the search for truth
Where do we turn?

Is anything
new Under the sun?

Why can’t we be satisfied
with enough?

Endlessly pursue our
increasing desire

As the candle burns ever
lower with time

[chorus]
And all of this
is sand beneath our feet
A faded photograph,
a fading memory

The ear is never filled
by endless learning

There’s no memory left
Of earlier things

[chorus]

And, what remains
When we close our eyes?

Is anything there
beyond endless night?

Even legends die
Stars fall from the sky
The Truth never lies
God is only light

I have you seen enough
to believe

Once you’ve seen the Truth
You can’t unsee

Ask in His name, and it’s given
to you

Seek and you will find,
find the Truth

Find the Truth. Cosmic Keanu (vocals

punk baby

Imagine you're in the 1950s and the only things you enjoy is your red shiny car and your family. It's time to hit the pedal to metal and rock. No idea what made me write some black humour blues about drinking and driving, but you won't stop dancing once you hit the play button. Special thanks to the whole band, who really rocked this.

Nadine de Macedo: composition, lyrics, programming, arrangement, production
DJ Clark: vocals
Mark Koschwitz: harmonica, composition, solo
Joe Liberty: guitar, composition, solo
Dragondreams: bass

Where to find us:
https://nadinedemacedo.bandcamp.com
https://www.youtube.com/@trashfuzzaudio
https://soundcloud.com/mark-p-koschwitz
https://soundcloud.com/joearl55
https://www.dragondreams.org.uk


==== Lyrics ====

Everybody's got real big problems
Not everything is worth a fight
The atmosphere is not always solemn
Can't get a hold of my car tonight

Oh oh, I turn the key, oh oh
And put the pedal to the metal - and rock!

Mama told me not to drive fast,
Behave well, commit no crime
Two pints of beer won't make my pain last
I got no pity for a dime

Oh oh, I turn the key, oh oh
And put the pedal to the metal - let’s rock!

Uh, look what you made me do
All pumped up with fuel
I reek of gasoline
And put the pedal to the metal and rock
And put the pedal to the metal and rock

The wind is blowing into my face
Fallen leaves late in September
So fucking tired of this rat race
Thank God I modified the camber

Oh oh, I took it easy, oh
And put the pedal to the metal - and rock!

Guardian angels burst in laughter
When my car got out of control
Another man who leaves two daughters
That's the price for rock'n'roll

Oh oh, I turned the key, oh oh
And put the pedal to the metal - and rocked!

And put the pedal to the metal - and rocked!
And put the pedal to the metal - and rocked!

Pedal To Metal

The Storyteller by Jeamland & WÜST

The Pièces froides are two sets of piano pieces composed in March 1897 by Erik Satie. Unpublished until 1912 when Ravel played them publicly, they marked Satie's break from the mystical-religious music of his Rosicrucian and Gymnopodies period (1891–95), and were a harbinger of his humoristic piano suites of the 1910s. 

The title Pièces froides, translated as Cold Rooms or Cold Cuts, is a punning allusion to the dire poverty Satie experienced during his last years living in Montmartre. In July 1896, he had been forced to move into an unheated ground floor closet (he called it a "cupboard”. The space was so small that Satie's camp bed all but blocked the door shut, and on frigid nights he kept warm by sleeping fully dressed with the rest of his clothing piled on top of him.

This the second of the two cold pieces: Danses de travers (Crooked Dances)
1. En y regardant à deux fois (Give it a good look)
2. Passer (Go on)
3. Encore (Again)

Here i've arranged the original solo piano for 2 classical guitars, 12-string, celeste, woodwinds & strings.

cover art: Le Repas Frugal by Picasso