Mysterious, peaceful and haunting all at same time..love the movement and the emphasis, Jimmy

what an excellent story, and a beautiful theme to accompany this....

Wow Jimmy, are you ever back! I am Loving this side of your non-jazzy musical palette. So deep and sonorous. So Classic and full of richness and flow. And omg, so richly and beautifully Recorded! Bravo!

@bdrosa Thanks for listening...always appreciated.

Oh my God. i love the story run, rivas, run. she is wonderful. and the melody is perfect for the story. a masterpiece

Welcome to the circus. . Well...this is very different from what I use to play. 
I got the idea to borrow parts of the lyrics from The Beatles song Piggies ( George Harrison)
A oblique glance on greedy people
nothing serious about this, just for fun.
But...I`m using my own composition for the occasion
You could call it a sarcastic song but with a sense of humour 


Have you seen the little piggies
Crawling in the dirt?
And for all the little piggies
Life is getting worse,
Always having dirt to play around in

Have you seen the bigger piggies
In their starched white shirts?
You will find the bigger piggies
Stirring up the dirt,
Always have clean shirts to play around in

Everywhere there's lots of piggies
Living piggy lives
You can see them out for dinner
With their piggy wives
Clutching forks and knives to eat the bacon
One more time

Piggies

The Busker (Piano Improv)

The Shape The Sound The Pose

All music, words and composition by S. Drysdale

S. Drysdale- Vox, Guitars, Clay, Keys, Fretless Bass, Bass VI, Slap Bass

A. Reed- Engineering, Programing, Keys

The Shape The Sound The Pose

I was thinking maybe it's been too long since I've done a nautical themed track...

Washed Ashore

I HAVE FRIENDS AND FAMILY WHO DO CARE, SOME PEOPLE DO NOT, OPEN YOUR HEARTS TO THEM AND SHOW YOU CARE
Hello
Hello
Is there anybody there
Can anyone hear me

Hello
Is anybody listening
Sorry, I just, I need to talk
...to somebody
Hello
The pain just won't go away
Everytime I hear noises
I jump and I cry
I can't sleep anymore
But when I wake up
I'm in a ball and I'm shaking
Hello
Is there anybody there
Can anybody hear me

Sorry, I can't do this alone
Sorry, my,my head won't stop ringing 

I just want this to go away

Nobody cares 'bout what's happened to you
Nobody cares when you call
Nobody cares.... at all
Nobody cares when you fall

And she said « Ha ! » you know I'm really so tired
About hearing about your problems  
Just stop calling him
Nobody cares 
About you ! About your problems !

Sorry we can't just keep answering your call
Sorry we just don't really care at all

I'll go away and hide in my hole
and cry somemore....

Nobody Cares

Nobody Cares ( collab OneManStaringContest)

04/20/2024.

Please Let Me Drive Now

Hello dear Listeners,

Indeed, it's been a long while since Tim and I posted New Music together as  Shekinah Fire*, but today's the day!

This improvisation, recorded on our one Stereo Mic, April 8th during the Solar Eclipse. I am on the ancient upright Grand Piano and Timothy on his Telecaster electric Guitar. What came forth as we played were allelujahs for  the joy of Spring and the wonders of improvisation.

In case you're wondering about the title, the jewel-like 'sparks' made visible in the Sun's Corona just before it reached Totality then as it exited (as captured in the Photo), are called 'Baily's Beads'. We hope you'll hear them as the music unfolds.

May you enJOY!

Music © Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2024
℗ Gary Courtland-Miles 2023 & Tim Elliot 2024

Edited and Produced by © Anomon

Image Credit & Copyright Daniel Korona
titled:  'Baily's Beads' - Total Solar Eclipse of April 8th 2024

Baily's Beads * Shekinah Fire

Fingers on a chalk board is the way I feel when I hear Reggaeton or Hip Hop.

04/23/2024

Finger Nails On A Chalk Board

Live And Learn w/Jussi welin guitar

04/25/2024

She Wins Every Time

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

I didn't choose this obsession it was chosen for me unknowingly.
Lucky me no regrets.

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

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