Long time ago in the Scottish Highlands. A tribe that lives in a rough and harsh surrounding, strengthened over generations by the unfriendly environment. The borders of the tribes territory are not exactly known. In particular, in the North, the saying goes that vast areas of unoccupied lands will belong to those that first dare to claim it. So a small troup of currageous military men sets foot to the Northern Frontier ...

Composition-wise: The piece explores the change of atmosphere when the same motive is played with different accompaniments. The same theme can be found for instance @ 0:00 ff,  0:23 ff and 1:05 ff. The accompaniment increases in intensity and rhythm for these three instances, ranging from a meditative intro over a – to my ears – tribal dance or chant towards a first  climax of the piece which might make a good soundtrack for a battle in the Scottish Highlands. The track then settles down to the second theme @ 1:33 which again is repeated with much more agitated accompaniment @ 1:55 ff. 

While the track is in general in 4/4, it raises the tension by sometimes breaking the metrum into more unconventional rhythmic structures. This holds in particular for @ 0:46 ff where the metrum changes to a succession of ¾, 4/4, ¾, 6/4, 6/4, 4/4, ¾, 4/4, ¾, ¾, ¾ and then reverts to the original 4/4. Also @ 2:09  there is in insert of a ¾ bar and at the very end @ 2:30, there is a 2/4 break just before the final chord. 

I did some Youtube Shorts in Case with more details on some composition tweaks that I used in this track:
Varying the Accompaniment: https://youtube.com/shorts/7HAWSz2Mg14?feature=share
Breaking the metric structure: https://youtube.com/shorts/tUvaq8D6nUo?feature=share
Ligature Bows: https://youtube.com/shorts/-WBf6Du040g?feature=share
Keeping the attention until the end: https://youtube.com/shorts/qnJl5BQ4yxU?feature=share


The track has been recorded on a Roland FP-90 and mastered in Cubase by adding  reverb, a Stereo enhancer and fiddling a bit with the EQ. 
The picture was created with Stable Diffusion. 

The track can also be found at 
Youtube (including the scores): https://youtu.be/FIQZc7JakvQ
Spotify: spotify:album:5YG7dpoBElKImcbmX7eWTU

The Northern Frontier

The Northern Frontier (Solo Piano)

Words I never thought I would have to write.

The great eSyrup, Thom Palumbo has tragically left us.
I am heartbroken. He has been a frequent collaborator and loyal correspondent over the last ten years. When I play guitar, I think of him and whether he would like it. When I write, I imagine his reaction. And now he is gone. He achieved his lifelong ambition of returning to Maine to live over the last few weeks. I was so proud he had done it. I had hoped for more of his time, his music and his humour. An incredible man.

We never met, but we had an uncanny connection. This was done but not finished nearly six years ago, in December 2017. Life and stuff got in the way. Time was our only enemy and sadly a cruel one.

Please listen to his fantastic legacy here and appreciate his beautiful art 
https://soundcloud.com/esyrup

Released with kind permission from David - I thank you and salute you.

Hedd, perfaith hedd, cariad

Be good

Nick

All other instruments - Thom
Guitars  - Nick

Pic: https://www.terragalleria.com/index.html

In Loving Memory Of ESyrup (Thom) - ESyrup and Nicholas Ridiculous

Une ode aux perdants , à ceux qui n'arriveront jamais les premiers ...
Compositeur - Musique : Philippe SEGUINARD
Auteur mélodiste - Chant : Guillaume DULER
Chant : Sylvie TIRET
An ode to the losers, to those who will never get there first ...
Composer - Music : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter - Vocals : Guillaume DULER
Singer : Sylvie TIRET
Lyrics:
Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos étoiles
Même si le ciel est déjà mort
C'est vrai qu'elles brillent encore
Mais la plupart ont mis les voiles

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos défaites
A la puissance des vaincus
Nous nos blessures ont survécus
Quand leurs victoires sont obsolètes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos amours
A celles qui saôulent de souvenirs
Celles qu'on n'a pas pu retenir
Mais auxquelles on pense toujours

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos héros
Aux révoltés aux cœurs ouverts
Ceux qu'ont joué avec l'enfer
La vie tatouée sur la peau

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos succés
Ces étranges malentendus
C'est à peine ce qu'on a voulu
Et tout juste ce que l'on pouvait

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos enfances
Illusions perdues à jamais
Comme la douleur d'un condamné
Qui sait qu'il va mourir d'avance

Levons nos verres aux regrets
Aux perdants de la gloire
Cicatrices laissées
Dans un coin de mémoire
Aux survivants sans médailles
A nous les moins que rien
Sur nos champs de batailles
Ombres du quotidien

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos fantômes
Toutes ces peurs qui nous soutiennent
Main dans la main elles nous souviennent
Vers la dernière demeure des hommes

Quand est-ce qu'on boit à nos futurs
Retournons nous voir s'ils nous suivent
Mais y'a personne pas âme qui vive
Y'a même pas de rats sur les ordures

When do we drink to our stars
Even if the sky is already dead
It's true they still shine
But most of them are gone

When do we drink to our defeats
To the power of the defeated
Our wounds have survived
When their victories are obsolete

When do we drink to our loves
To those soaked in memories
The ones we couldn't hold back
But still think of

When we drink to our heroes
To the rebels with open hearts
Those who played with hell
Life tattooed on their skin

When we drink to our successes
These strange misunderstandings
It's hardly what we wanted
And only what we could

When we drink to our childhoods
Illusions lost forever
Like the pain of a condemned man
Who knows he's going to die in advance

Let's raise a glass to regrets
To the losers of glory
Scars left
In a corner of memory
To survivors without medals
To us less than nothing
On our battlefields
Shadows of everyday life

When we drink to our ghosts
All these fears that sustain us
Hand in hand they remind us
To the last resting place of men

When we drink to our futures
Let's go back and see if they follow us
But there's no one, no soul
Not even rats in the garbage

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Novembre 2023

Ivre"S" (feat Sylvie Tiret) Version intégrale TRANSLATED

Man-below

Something a bit different to shake off those blues :) Written in the style of a New Orleans jazz band. For Trumpet, Clarinet, Trombone, Banjo, honkytonk piano and a rhythm section of Double Bass, drums with clapping.

Thank you for listening 👍

Well That's All

the captain, mad captain
he told the men his plans
and then they went out stealing things
so they could rule these lands

they stole four antique cannons from the castle
hijacked a truckload of metal from the factory
they stole a jet engine from the old air force base
the mad captain nodded satisfactorily

they welded the metal into a battering ram
and the big jet engine was for extra speed
cannons armed in every direction
the mad captain had returned to the sea (x2)

they were a terror in the open waters
they’d sink any ship that they saw
and with their jet engine, they were able to avoid apprehension
and stay a step ahead of the law

vengeance in the form of a storm
came rolling across the sea
the mad captain pulled his eyes from the sky
he’d seen more than he wanted to see
"all hands below deck", the captain roared
"tie yourself down so you don’t go overboard"
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bass, piano, beatbox, guitar and vocals by andrew salvner (aka lil' spaceman, pretzels malone)
drums from my cheap old digitech bp90 bass pedal
thunderstorm field recording by Arnaud Coutancier www.freesound.org/people/arnaud%20coutancier/
additional sound effects supplied by @pliable-tones
drums/bass/bass/piano recorded on 4-track cassette / vocals and beatbox added using Audacity.

the mad captain (on speed)

This is a song for my Mary, but it is applicable to all Mary's. 

This is my first attempt at recording new material since last summer, I've been writing and playing a lot, but I just haven't had the time lately to get my ideas on tape. So it's nice to get this one out, and hopefully, it'll not be as long a wait for my next. 

Thanks for all the listens and support, it's greatly appreciated as always. cheers!

lyrics

don't let the world dictate to you
be your own girl
in a world that's you

don't always swim against the tide
time won't always be on your side
so don't go wasting all your time 

don't let the world
loose from your grasp
come up for air
whenever you get the chance 

don't always swim against the tide
time won't always be on your side
so don't go wasting all your 
wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your time

you always think there's somebody 
better off than you
don't listen to the boys 
they all screaming that it's true

you always think there's somebody 
better off than you
but there's nobody out there
can do you as good as you

so don't let the world
edit out your past
look back with pride 
and don't
catapult so fast

don't always swim against the tide
time won't always be on your side
so don't go wasting all your
wasting all your
wasting all your 
wasting all your 
wasting all your time

Time, For Mary

Après avoir découvert cette voix atypique sur ce site, DelhyA ( @user-945711181 ) a accepté de partager cette aventure musicale avec enthousiasme et gentillesse. Le concept que je vous propose d'écouter ici, vous permettra d'entrevoir toutes ses particularités vocales et de parolière. N'hésitez pas à parcourir sa page musicale, où vous découvrirez son talent éclectique. Une prévision de moments d'écoute agréable.

Échos d'Automne

"Si l’automne vient surprendre les amants que juillet a laissés « naufragés »
C est le temps des regrets, le temps dépassé: celui de tout donner, il faut abandonner.
(All summer can bring may just leave in autumn with a breeze)
Le temps d’une larme,le temps d’un regard, il est déjà trop tard…
Le temps des silences, de l’indifférence, puis de l’évidence que le Doré vire au Noir…
C’est le mois des “mais”, le mois des “mais “, plus de mois de mai…du mois d’aimer!
Le temps de l’automne, le temps où tout détonne, le temps désormais se conjugue au passé
Le temps des tourmentes, le temps de ne plus prétendre,
Le temps le temps qui court et qui s arrête et puis…
Le temps,qui s en va, qui s en va, qui s en va, tout se fane!
Le temps de s’entendre, le temps de se comprendre, le temps d’apprendre, le temps dépassé, le temps des regrets, de tout donner!" ....

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Echoes of Autumn ....

After discovering this atypical voice on this site, DelhyA ( @user-945711181 ) agreed to share this musical adventure with enthusiasm and kindness. The concept I'm offering you to listen to here will give you a glimpse of all her vocal and lyricist particularities. Don't hesitate to browse through her music page, where you'll discover her eclectic talent. A forecast of pleasant listening moments.

"If autumn comes to surprise lovers that July left "shipwrecked"
It is the time of regrets, the time exceeded: that of giving everything, we must give up.
(All summer can bring may just leave in autumn with a breeze)
The time of a tear, the time of a look, it's already too late
The time of silences, indifference, then evidence that gold turns dark
It is the month of "buts", the month of "buts", no more months of May... the month of love!
The time of autumn, the time when everything stands out, time is now combined with the past
The time of torments, the time to no longer pretend,
Time the time that runs and stops and then
Time, who goes, who goes, who goes, everything fades!
The time to wait, the time to understand each other, the time to learn, the time exceeded, the time of regrets, to give everything!" ....

Échos d'Automne .... With DelhyA

We welcome your feedback!

Composed, produced & performed by Srouly Frank

Just You And Me

Just You and me

Lyrics by Tony Harris that inspired Mike listed below.
Vocals, Music and Mix by Mike Fox UK 

IT WAS A SAD DAY TODAY
IN OUR SMALL TOWN
THE RADIO STATION
IT CLOSED DOWN

FOUNDED IN NINETEEN FIFTY
AND A LOCAL LANDMARK
PLAYED ALL KINDS OF MUSIC
WAS SPECIAL TO OUR HEART

(CHORUS)
THE MUSIC DIED TODAY
IN OUR HOME TOWN
THEY FLIPPED THE SWITCH
AND IT FADED AWAY
YOU CAN BLAME IT ON THIS
YOU CAN BLAME IT ON THAT
WHAT MORE CAN YOU SAY
THE MUSIC DIED TODAY

THE DEJAY'S WERE THE BEST
ALWAYS TAKING REQUEST
THE SONGS WERE ALWAYS PLAYIN'
AND VERY SATISFYIN'

TEARS FLOWED FREELY THAT DAY
AS AMERICAN PIE WAS PLAYED
AFTER SIXTY SEVEN YEARS
WHY WAS THAT CALL MADE

(REPEAT CHORUS)

THE RED BRICK BUILDIN'
NO LONGER STANDS
THE RECORDS WERE SOLD
THEY WASHED THEIR HANDS

(REPEAT CHORUS 2 times)

2017 © Lyrics by Tony Harris (revised 2024 BMI)

The Music Died Today - Collaboration by Tony and Mike Fox - Original with Lyrics

Recorded in the nineties, slightly remixed.

Porquê tantos dias a correr sem destino,
e tantas directas num lunar frenesim,
tantos sacerdotes dum ritmo assassino,
tantas energias a chegarem ao fim?

Porquê tantos prazos que já ontem expiraram,
e milhões de horários que se desencontraram,
a justiça cega duma porta fechada
para a multidão só um minuto atrasada?

Porquê tudo a correr, porquê tanta pressa,
se, depois do infinito, o infinito recomeça?

Porquê tantas bocas com estilhaços de vidro,
e tantas corridas que nos levam ao nada,
todas essas urnas de metal retorcido,
todas essas poças de sangue na estrada?

As horas são índios que me querem ver morto.
Fujo no galope de um cavalo já louco.
E nem conto as flechas que me pesam no corpo.
Para sarar as feridas o meu tempo é tão pouco...

Porquê tudo a correr, porquê tanta pressa,
se, depois do infinito, o infinito recomeça?

Dias De Pressa

I've been making music with Pedro Castro since 1972. At the time, we created the alternative rock band Petrus Castrus. The music I'm placing here are just the home recordings of ongoing projects and ideas. I created a few playlists (Inéditos) according to language (PO - Portuguese; EN - English; SP - Spanish; FR - French; IT - Italian), and also for concept albums (Três Jardins). There are two long tracks (Mediterrâneo and Isaías) for full concept albums. A playlist called Synergies gathers the collaboration projects with other musicians in the fantastic SoundCloud community.

Petrus Castrus edited records can be found on Spotify and Soundcloud. See the Facebook Petrus Castrus page for more details, including comments about the recordings uploaded here. 

We are both amateur musicians, i.e. music lovers. As for me, I'm just an electrical engineer with a master in AI that really loves creating music and use it to share ideas. That is why all tracks include lyrics or texts.

Enjoy!

Dias De Pressa

José F Castro - JFC (Petrus Castrus)

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