Nice! Love the little percussive elements 🥁

Follow Opequon Creek to the village of Middleway, West Virginia, at the foot of the brooding Appalachians, and you will encounter The Wizard Clip - the legend of a Protestant man who in 1794 denied a sick Catholic stranger the services of a priest for his last rites. After the stranger died, it is said that candles would not stay lit in the room his corpse was, sounds of horses galloping and crockery breaking were heard, and burning embers jumped from the fireplace hearth. Sounds of heavy shears making clipping noises were heard and  fabric, sheets, and boots were clipped with half-moon shapes and other figures. These phenomena are said to persist to this day.

The Wizard Clip

Ambient Journey

Memories

How far have i gone 
What is this road i’m on
That leads so far from home

Are you here with me now, 
Now that i need you, No, 
i lost you long ago

And I’m barely hanging on 
I need to find the way today
And darling, I miss you so
just give me a sign and lead the way

If it’s the last thing i do I’m coming home to you
back where i belong
I’ll find the way No matter what it takes
down this road so long
You don’t know what’s here till it's gone

In some other life, Or maybe a distant dream,
that i don’t quite recall
But I close my eyes, and i’m there it seems
where you and I had it all

The sound of the children play
And the dogs out in the yard  
The fragrant flowers bloom away
It all seems so near and yet so far

If Its The Last Thing I Do

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.  Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Fender Electric Bass. Gibson SG Electric Guitar Rhythm. Fender Rhodes Electric Piano Rhythm. Hammond B3 Organ Rhythm. Drums Full kit set. Percussion Cowbell, Scratch, Ago go bells. Bongos.

Kicking it

Fling

The dazzling light of the first days of June. On my side of the world, in the Northern Hemisphere, June is a happy month, when nature is at its maximum splendor, with its flowers and colors, its lush life, its light. The days are longer, the climate is mild and people are happier, with more desire to go out, inebriated with so much wonder, for the beginning of summer.
Thanks to my dear inestimable friend @Rosindust for her performance at violin. The counterpoints are from my new cello! Some parts were too low for the violin so I took the plunge and used the cello I bought a few months ago when, in a moment of extreme optimism, I thought it would be easier to play it.. :)
Here the other collaborations with Tatiana: soundcloud.com/francescocartocci/sets/grazie-tatiana

And, of course, I took this photo in June.

Composition and all arrangements: Francesco Cartocci

June - with Rosin dust

Moon dogs, also known as paraselenae, are bright spots on either side of the moon, symbolizing for some, spiritual growth, enhanced intuition, and self-reflection. The phenomenon is a reminder to embrace change and personal transformation.

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once i was older
than i am today
I am floating     (outward bound)
half away                  


you want some answers
so do i
as we amble   (down this road) 
mystified

it’s just a moondog in the sky

time is a circle
each life a dream
let’s walk barefoot  (while we can)    
in the stream

on top of all the passion we bring
tomorrow doesn’t mean a thing

it’s just a twinkle in your eye

we’ll ride together
push it all the way
write the story   (write it down)  
burn the page

can’t protect now
going down

can’t deflect now
but don’t slow down

can’t take it with you
so just let go

kick it goodbye

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image by Sebastian Saarloos  via  space.com

Thanks to Janine Levinson, Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, David Weiss and Wheelright and Wodwo for early listening and encouragement.

The Last Moondog

contemporary folk / country. Guitar track. lots of backing vocals. 

Loss.

Second light

Hey… thanks for dropping by. When I was a somewhat naive teenager driving in my first car, down a wildly dark mountain road, it was as if I was being pulled into some strange kind of dream created by… of all things, the wingbeats of butterflies. I was swallowed whole by my naïveté about lust and love. Overwhelmed by my sense of free falling into this alluring dream, there was no turning back for me. I dove into the unknown for love, or possibly lust. Most likely a combination of both. My destination was a local dance for my age group. I couldn’t dance though, that was apparent, and my feet were sweating in that moment, knowing they had to come up with something grand. I am usually good on my feet, but had become enamored by a young woman I was now dancing with, and I was slightly off balance. The moment I realized I was out of my depth, it was too late, as my world crashed in on itself. I had puppy feet and it was hilarious to everyone except me. This becoming a man bullshit was gonna be harder than I thought……. Maybe you have found yourself in similar situations? I hope so. All these choices in life. I have certainly slowed down and mellowed out with age. So it is what it is. Mark

Lammbone's Album

Chances

“Cumulonimbus”

Art work: PublicDomainPictures via Pixabay
 
雲の腹雨を孕んで底昏くあらゆるものが壊れ始めた

The belly of the black clouds is pregnant with rain.
Everything began to break down.

Cumulonimbus

A Big Thank You to https://soundcloud.com/dreamingwhileawakemusic for providing this wonderful bass and drum section. Please take a listen to his version of the song.
It’s been a great honor and pleasure to collab…
The picture shows my favorite tree in my favorite park

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The Tree

You are probably
An old tree
Standing exactly 
Where you should be
Your condition…
It is ideal

You’re obviously 
An old tree
Standing exactly
Where you should be
Rooted deeply 
Down in history,

Scratching solid rock,
That’s where you stuck
Your bark 
Is notched
Tells the whole story
From the bottom to the glory

Roots and crown they radiate
Where a far too early 
Meets a far too late
And your branches spread out with might
Spreading to the light
Expand into the light…
Expanding to the light

In the threatening heat 
You provide me a retreat
Just letting me breathe
Just for a little while
In an escalating delta 
You offer me a shelter
Oh, just letting me breathe
Just for a little while

Letting me breathe

Lean on you 
For a couple of ys
And get through…
And be inspired by you
And sing my way through 	    			

Lean on you 
For a couple of ys
And get through…

The Tree (wt DWA)

The Experiments: Dark Ambient. Hauntology. A Craft of Love.  

NEW ALBUM: ‘Norsecraftian’, links below. All tracks available free of charge for use in your own artistic works: videos, games, movies, theatre etc, in return for a namecheck. Request in the comments & I’ll be in touch.

All tracks composed on an IPad or modular,  arranged on iPad or Ableton.

The Wizard Clip

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