Fantastic guitars!! Great production!! Really cool vibe & energy!!

We've been experimenting with new sounds/styles. Morry has some new pedals and other tech. Explicit lyric warning. All the best to our SC friends.

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Cumulus Cirrus

What's He Doing In There ?

Photo is Lulu at Muscle Shoals studio.
Two turn tables and a microphone. Well, maybe three drum samples and an upright bass. No actual blisters, thanks for the suggestion John, but that tall old man can take a punch. Felt like Daffy at the last take. "I can only do this trick once." My little tribute to the joys of bass playing. ;)

I Got Blisters On My Fingers

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco

Thunder Heart

Blue Heart

Reflect

MAKE IT MEAN

And the bricks are all wet
The sand is damp and 
We smell of work
Our dirty hands 
Have built a castle
Hid our dream 
But they hang on every word
Yet we are no-one

The sky is full of clouds
The wind is radio hot and
You and I can run
To the river
Your skin is fingerprint free
Dreams are momentary
They will see us walk 
Past the tower

She always thought she’d break
She always said she’d shake
The walls on the outside 
The bars on the inside
She always thought she’d break

And we don’t count
But we are counted
Our steps are followed
Our hearts recorded
We’ll shine on the inside
Look dull in the eye
Slow on the stare
Quick on the glance

Their fingers stroke devices
Reality’s in crisis
They will see us talk
In the shadows

She always thought she’d break
She always said she’d shake
The walls on the outside 
The bars on the inside
She always thought she’d break

The sky is full of clouds
The wind is radio hot and
You and I can run
To the river
But you could make it mean
More than a movie scene
They will see us look
Right through them 
And we can make it seem
More than a dying scream
They will see us kiss
Forever

© Phil McWalter Feb 2020

The heroic Rick Medlock @rick-4-1 on the fabulous Drums & Percussion
The otherwise understated @phil-mcwalter on The Other Stuff

Make It Mean (The Wind Is Radio Hot Mix)

Five hundred days 
Of running in this maze
And spinning like a pin wheel
The light is bending
Watching summer ending it's
Kinda surreal

Still drinking french wine
Out in the sunshine
Maybe make a bonfire
We’ll burn the boats that
Circle in the moats
In this castle where we retire

Don’t look at me
I promised nothing
And what are promises after all 

A thousand days 
Of running in a maze
With a razor thin result
You got your success
Though we were reckless
After all it is a cult

Don’t look at me
I promised nothing
Deliver something right
No, don’t look at me uh
I only work here
Every day and night

Yeah

You’re occupiers
Of radios and wires
Alive from the shoulders up
Picture in picture
Rocks and a mixer and
Gin in a sippy cup 

Umm a sabbatical
Of a former radical
A queen of the shared screen
Why don’t you lay on grease
And make it a release from these
Broken machines

Don’t look at me
I promised nothing
Deliver something right
No, don’t look at me ah
I only work here
Every day and night

Stubbornly Elsewhere

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DDXXFF

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Some times it doesn't rain in Ireland...like for 3 days every summer, when our leaders impose a hose pipe band and we have a shortage of Water...this song is for them...

The rain Song 

Rain, It hasn't rained for days
He gets down on his knees and he prays
and he swears to mend his wicked Way 

Rain, no water falling from the Sky 
No raindrops coming from on high 
It hasn't rained for days 

All the the righteous people gather in the town square 
they get down on their knees they fill the air with prayer  
and all those righteous people think they understand  
the working of  the lord the workings of his hand 
But its only Mother Nature she's the one who holds the key 
and its only when she's ready will she set those rain drops Free

The Rain Song

Featuring @Pleudoniem on bass and guitars.

Noisefield

Interfering waves
My radio's receiving naught
Through this solar storm.

I know
We've go to weather this one out
Sometime it's hard
Sometimes it's hard
Some time it's ... hard
To focus on what needs to be done.

Stuck in a noisefield

Interchanging disarranging
Plots are twisting all the time
Pundits on the channels framing
Whatever the company is willing to pay.

Stuck in the noisefield

Genes and memes, 
Caught in maelstrom.
Time to act is in short supply:
We can only build this raft together
To get us out of this noisefield.

Noisefield

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VIDEO ANIMATIONS: 
New: Stubbornly Elsewhere: https://vimeo.com/697211730
(Three Stars For) Anybody’s Heaven Animation: https://vimeo.com/545768158
Like Clockwork Animation: https://vimeo.com/472825527
The Constellations Freeform: https://vimeo.com/448738001
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Dream Cycle Video: https://vimeo.com/301394027 
JetBelly is a project of bassist Scott Montgomery, based in Studio City, CA; It's #indie #powerpop #rock #folk and sometimes #psychedelic in various combinations, most of it written and recorded while traveling. Scott takes a guitar, recording interface and a Neumann TLM107 mic pretty much anywhere in the world, if they'll let it on the plane, so songs or pieces of songs have been recorded in odd corners of Nashville and Paris, Providence and Provence, Kauai and St Martin and dozens of other cities. Mostly in rentals and hotel rooms.

Donlookame

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