Made of glass (demo)

Whispers In The Shadows (1)

Composition, arrangement, instruments & backing vocals: c r u m i u s
Lyrics & vocals: Molly M.
Cover (background): Image Creator by Designer

Buzzing

This piece is about the constellation Ophiuchus. Ophiuchus one of the 48 constellations discovered by Ptolemy in the 2nd century. This constellation depictions a man holding a very large snake, he is a snake charmer. Rasalhague (in Arabic means “head of the snake handler) is the brightest star of this constellation.

Mannuel Trabucco on soprano sax
Dumindu Dassanay on the Indian wooden flute
Andy Warner on fretless bass solo
Remi on percussion (Shamanic drum and Tibetan cymbals)

Head Of The Serpent Charmer

Cast of Characters:

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ, electric piano, drums, synth sax, synth bass, composition, and arrangement 
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – guitar
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– guitar, production, mix, and mastering
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–ehru 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – lap steel

This ripe piece of funk started with JJ essentially composing it on the e. Piano, organ, drums, synth sax, ands synth bass. He had the Eclectic Collective in mind when he did so, though. JJ actually is playing his drum kit on this one, so funkily that we decided to keep his drums in there. That didn't leave a whole lot of room for Ken to get in on it, but he managed to add a really cool ehru part. The ehru is a two stringed Asian violin with a distinct high percussive sound. JJ's bass line was so well played and solid, we decided to keep it in there, too, which also left Josh searching for a place in the mix. He decided to go last with the lap slide to anchor the foundation of the blues idiom. But he did that after Stephen and Tez cast their spells on the song with their magical guitars. Tez can be heard with the trippy, delay-heavy staccato lines, and Stephen with the silky smooth crying blues lines throughout. 
  Of course, every great song needs a great mixer and producer, and we're lucky enough to have Stephen to do the honors on this one for us.
  This song represents The Eclectic Collective at our funky finest, and we always enjoy and appreciate when JJ starts a song for us. We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it. 
  If you really dig it, and have read the whole way to the bottom, please consider sharing this, too. We all appreciate your ears and support.

Sly Willy Blues (Eclectic Collective)

Cast of Characters:

Jeff Roberts-- @jeff_roberts – bass, seed idea
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– guitar solo, rhythm guitar, arrangement , production, mix, and mastering
Mistermark – @user-432503709 – Mark – production, editing, synth bass in the break section
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ, electric piano, synthesizer
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – guitar solo
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, percussion, lyrics and lead vocals in the bridge section 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – rhythm guitar, lap steel, vocals and lyrics for the verses, vocal harmony in the bridge
Composition – The Eclectic Collective

 This song began with a bass part that Jeff came up with and shared with Stephen, who had added some fiery guitar and foundational rhythm guitar to it. However, it languished on his digital shelf for many months as two parts, until he recently remembered that he had it. So, he decided to share it with the rest of the group. We were salivating, all of us, when we heard Jeff's bass line, so we began with Ken laying in the groovy drums and the tight, driving percussion, which propels the entire song. Once we had a beat, we decided to edit the part to include the break you hear about a minute into it. Mark took on that task, and deftly added the bass in that section, too. 
  Josh was up next, and decided to add a rhythm guitar inspired by Talking Heads. Once he had done that, he started hearing a simple, catchy melody in the main verse part, too, so he came up with some simple lyrics and recorded the vocals for that. At the same time this was happening, Ken also came up with some lyrics and a vocal melody for the breakdown part, which he added. After Ken had added his vocals, Josh added a harmony part on them. He also added the lap slide melody you hear in that section, as well. 
  JJ was next up to bat, laying in the breathtaking organ throughout. He also backdropped a canvas of synthesizer throughout and put in some electric piano too. Tez came along not long after and added the ripping guitar solo in the jam section. Once everyone had added their parts, it was up to Stephen to produce, mix, and master it. He arranged and added some length to it, then mixed it in his usual expert manner.
  This is the first song the Eclectic Collective has done with Jeff, though Stephen has worked with him in the past, and we were all fans of his music, and thus very excited for the chance to make music with him. Hopefully, this will be the first of many.
  We all hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it. If you comment, please share, too. 

Original lyrics by Josh Clary:
The trees talk to each other
They send messages through the breeze
There's magic all around us
If we look for it, we can see
 
Original lyrics by K2 and the Three:
Hey, how you feeling about love and lust
Hey how you dealing with all the lies you trust
We're here to be clear
Not a walk in the dark

A little woweluja
Little halleluja

Wowlelujah (Eclectic Collective) - feat. Jeff Roberts

Green over the Blue #GS2024

Triple C.Killer or Duke (AntiCommunist Cowboy Clown Killer) lies on the cold, unforgiving table, the harsh fluorescent lights above him feel too bright, piercing through the darkness of his past that he can’t escape. The straps dig into his wrists and ankles, a reminder of the control he once had over others, a power that now slips away like sand through his fingers. It is May 9, 1994, and he knows that time has ticked down to its final moments; the impending lethality of the injection looms larger than his regrets. Near him stands Father Tommy, but in the Duke's disturbed mind, he is more than a preacher. This is Tommy Zygote, the enigmatic founder of Thrashing Zombies. The Duke chuckles quietly, the irony of seeking solace from someone who might turn his story into a twisted anthem not lost on him. As the IV needle pierces his skin, the Duke feels an unsettling pang of vulnerability wash over him. Memories flood in: the faces of the boys, the laughter that filled his home, now mere echoes of a haunted past. Once a celebrated community figure, he now lies bare on this table with nothing but shame to adorn him. “Father,” he begins, words slurring with a mix of fear and catharsis. “I didn’t know I was lost until they started to disappear.” Each word scrapes against his soul. He recalls the terrible grip he had on life, snuffing out the lights of so many young men, intertwined with memories of a stunted childhood where the shadows of his father loomed large, twisted lessons learned through fear. Father Tommy listens, eyes piercing yet strangely understanding. The Duke’s mind drifts, racing through 1970s Chicago, the bustling streets, the secrets whispered behind closed doors, the nights when he donned clown makeup to entertain children. In stark contrast, he realizes his mind housed a jester’s facade that concealed a monster. Heat from the lethal cocktail intensifies as he begins to shake, heart pounding faster. “I wanted to be loved, Tommy,” he confesses, tears breaking through his bravado. “But all I found was this emptiness… this insatiable hunger that gnawed at me.” Each moment ticks by, the weight of time pressing upon him. The Duke remembers the thrill of a hunt, chilling highs that flickered like distant stars, only to fade into the bleak darkness he now inhabits. The taste of blood and betrayal intertwines in his mind, recollections morphing into nightmares swirling around him. “I don’t want to die, not like this,” he murmurs, voice shaky and uncertain. “I wish I could take it all back. I wanted to be someone… anyone.” The IV fluid drips steadily, pulse thrumming louder against the silence surrounding him. “Your sins can’t be unmade, but you can find peace if you truly seek it,” Father Tommy responds, his voice laced with an odd blend of compassion and authority, something the Duke didn’t expect from the man he imagined was merely a conduit to the afterlife. Conflicted emotions swirl; how could peace exist when he has sown chaos? The seconds stretch as if mocking him, every tick resonating within the confines of his torment. As the final wave of the drug courses through him, the Duke’s resolve softens; he feels a strange acceptance settle in, the fabric of his existence unthreading, revealing the faces of his victims one last time. “I’m sorry,” he gasps, not just to Father Tommy, but to the universe, to the innocent lives extinguished by his hands. The world fades, colors dulling like a scene from one of those horror films he admired. “Forgive me,” he whispers, surrendering to the oblivion that beckons him, drowning out the remnants of his broken psyche as death embraces him like a lover he never knew. In those final moments, the tortured mind of the Duke falls silent, enveloped in darkness, leaving behind only echoes of questions reverberating through the void. Tommy leaned down and sung, "You anticommunist motherfucker, Elizabeth Proctor was innocent".

What`s for breakfast

Tripple C Killer

Triple C.Killer.

You emptied out my pockets I got nothing left to donate
Blinded by the faith I caught but you know it's too late
Golden chains and private planes you're counting dollar bills
Congregations broke but you're stacking all the thrills

Stacking all the thrills
You're stacking all the thrills ya

Im begging for salvation you got  everything I own
Preachers always laughing as he's talking on his phone
From the pulpit he shouts god will provide
But what's in our wallets is what's really on his mind

Keep praying for a miracle and giving all you got
While that motherfucker sitting on his million dollar yacht
Throwing all these Lavish parties caviar and wine
While the followers are struggling just to survive

Keep praying for a miracle and giving all you got
While that motherfucker sitting on his million dollar yacht
Throwing all these Lavish parties caviar and wine
While the followers are struggling just to survive

Keep praying for a miracle and giving all you got
While that motherfucker sitting on his million dollar yacht

Keep praying for a miracle and giving all you got
While that motherfucker sitting on his million dollar yacht

Keep praying for a miracle and giving all you got
While that motherfucker sitting on his million dollar yacht

All songs written, produced and arranged by Harry Bacopoulos
This label copy information is subject to copyright protections
All rights reserved © 2024

King of the Wild Ones

TELEVANGELIST

ATTENTION Disclaimer:  The music track that I’m playing lead & improvising over is not mine and I do not own it. The track is created by rafamcm and all credit goes to him for the music track creation which I have listed below. Check out rafamcm on YouTube. The links below are to the original material by the artist.  

Obtained from: rafamcm
YouTube site: https://www.youtube.com/@rafamcm
Backing Track Title: Backing Track - Ambient Rock (in A minor)
YouTube Track channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cJ0OdjMpJk

Date: 1/12/25
Song Title: The Vortex of Computational Travel
The lead, improvising over the track was done with the following;
Picture with Track: Is what the Guitar looks like.
Guitar Used: 92 Jackson DK1 with HSS configuration
Color: White Jackson DK1
Strings: Ernie Ball Super Slinky 9-42 and Hybrid 9-46
DAW: Reaper
AmpSim: Archetype Rabea X
Preset: Airy Guitar Pad
Interface: Focusrite 2i2 2nd Gen

Raw: What does RAW mean to me, not having undergone processes of preparing, finishing, refining, or mastering: It is what was recorded at that time in its current state.
Comments: Please follow if you like, comment if you like and I’m opened to feedback to improve my playing, recording, mixing etc.  Thanks for listening \m/.

Encounter_00X

The Exchange Of Love

Middle

“There is nothing permanent except change.” – Heraclitus.

The music industry (like many things) has changed greatly since I bought my first 45 record (Green Eyed Lady) at my hometown record shop in 1970. It would be very easy to lament over these changes (and I have.) However, with change comes new opportunities, and thanks to websites/apps like Soundcloud we musicians and composers have the opportunity to to be heard as never before. So thank you Soundcloud and thank you for visiting my page. - Jim Combs

Bio
* Born 1959
* From Southern New Jersey, USA
* Instruments: Guitar (jazz & classical), Bass, Piano, Voice 
* Influential LPs/music (not all and in no specific order): Mahavishnu Orchestra - Birds of Fire, Miles Davis - Nefertiti & Sketches of Spain, Larry Coryell – Spaces, Weather Report - Heavy Weather, Pat Martino – Consciousness, Return to Forever  - Romantic Warrior,  Chick Corea - The Leprechaun, Jeff Beck - Blow By Blow,  Frank Zappa - Zoot Allures, Santana & McLaughlin - Love Devotion Surrender, ELP – Trilogy, Genesis - Wind and Wuthering, Yes - Close to the Edge, David Sancious - The Bridge, Be Bop Deluxe - Sunburst Finish, Ambrosia - Somewhere I've Never Traveled, Journey – Journey,  Rite of Spring & Petrushka – Stravinsky, Don Quixote - Richard Strauss, La Mer - Claude Debussy, Pavane pour une infante défunte & Daphnis et Chloé – Ravel, Music for Strings, Percussion, and Celesta - Bartok ,  Andrew Lloyd Webber - Jesus Christ Superstar, Jerry Goldsmith - MacArthur, The Omen, Planet Of The Apes (1968), Isao Tomita - Snowflakes Are Dancing & The Bermuda Triangle.

Head Of The Serpent Charmer

Jim Combs - Composer, Keyboardist and Guitarist