V-SOHO

Meditation Vibration

End Phase

Japanese traditions:festival drums and fireworks!

YOMATSURI (TAMAYAH!)

MUSICA SCONNESSA (Disjointed Music)

Evening

Lyrics: David L. Graham
Music, vocal, instruments & mix: PJ

Had Love A Time Or Two

Highland Dawn ( free download  mp3 )

The song "Round and Round" is a one day production from Scratch to Master - please enjoy

Round and Round

Tom's piano melodies are so inspirational, not just to me (Mark) but also to Jussi, Georg and Boon. The energy of this piece carried us all off on a wonderful journey. We hope you enjoy the joyful enthusiasm that Tom initiated. Tom also gave me the key line, 'My Way Through' and I had to run with it as it made so much sense with this uplifting and hopeful music. Thanks for listening.

Tom Regnier -  @tom-r-gnier Music composition, piano and other instrumentation
Jussi Welin - @juswel First guitar and guitar arrangement
Georg Boehme - @georg-boehme Horns and horn arrangement
Boon Suzuki - @boon-suzuki Final guitar and guitar arrangement
Mark Bennett - Vocals and lyrics

Wherever you’re bound you know I’ll, 
Make my way through 
Sure may take a little while
 But I’ll make my way through

Wherever I’m bound I know I’ll,
 Make my way through
 It may take a longer while 
Till I make my way through

Wherever you’re bound,
…You’re bound
I know that I’m bound, yeah!

When I get there you know I’ll
Make my way through
Sure may need a broader smile
But I’ll make my way through.

My Way Through - Tom Régnier & Friends

piece of prose I wrote, and decided to transform to a listening experience, with some effects of deconstruction and - drums by https://soundcloud.com/zanshinhideo
..... die max Zeichenmenge hat verhindert, dass der Text in Deutsch zu lesen ist ......., hoffe alles ist verständlich!

.... here's my humble try to translate :)

Reversed flow
Put the screen off, go for walking only, in the pocket just a key. Heat, humidity, Sun, wind, "as at the sea" the speaker chatters in my head. Up the winding road, take not the usual way this time, but on the left that gravelled way, take step by step,
and ... stop, to listen to the wind in the foliage, the wind that breaks at the auricle, ... and on. Crunching of my steps, regularly. Sheep in the shade at the fence. Electric fence, a warning. I squat down, the animals get up, troubled, a little. All is right, I say, and walk on. Rhythm. The foliage roof opens up, first farme house of the village, not a single person to be seen,
Somewhere it smells of roasts, a beautiful day, seemingly free of any people. Talking about nothing, not talking, see the ordinary things.
Noticeable, the fences, hedges, grating. Enclosure. Enclosure means peace within. What is outside? "Exclusion", claims the accompaniment in the head, which always murmurs, cheeky at times.
Willow hurb scatter their seed-wool into the wind, swinging dance;
Already almost faded, the purple sticks. and step, my step.
Still this bus stop artefact, wavy yellow plastic, full of moss, scratched. and benches wait.
"With scrolling paint" the never sleeping running letters in my head comments. I did not look at that, I say; And while walking and watching and snuffling, all that, already is becomming a recall. and quickly fades away  for new memory.
We - are - always - now, and walk in front of our own echoe, listen to the reverberation. Clover sea without surf, step, step, arms go with,
A rhyme sneaks in, the rumbling of a jet, and later on a single car, 
that almost comes as an enemy, I step aside, watchful, the road again;
A perfect tire print on dry mud, evasive maneuver, - one can not talk about nothing, - and hardly think of nothing. But: walk, keep moving, breathe, feel the wind, - pull the key out of the pocket, ah,
the clouds! I quite forgot to mention the clouds. Where the gaze is running tired and tries to get hold at soft contours, which are changing leisurely in continuous flow - open the door: back home again. Where the statics of things would pretend to me, there'd be some certainty . Remains the flow of thoughts, which floods quiet furniture  ..... and is so strange:
Your view looks forward, but thinking flows backwards at the same time, into oblivion; It aims the future, but passes away to the past. To think, is to ponder, or to think ahead. "Please just go ahead!" says the shadowwriter in my head, who sometimes has - really - good ideas.
(Original joerxworx prose)

Reversed Flow / Prose, Effects & Drums / drums by Zanshin

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My bio (to copy) written by me in the third person :-)
"Jörg S. born in Cologne, from youth on, is fascinated by all kinds of art, so he taught himself the saxophone very early. Nowadays flutes of all kind are also part of the equipment, as are jaw harps, percussion, bass, guitars and keyboards.
He was and is always involved in many band projects and session events.
In the 80s he was a saxophonist in the Adam Noidlt Intermission Orchestra with gigs in Berlin, Cologne, Düsseldorf and Basel. Very early on he also worked as a writer with live readings in the Cologne area and was a painter with large formats for many years, all in addition to his job as a graphic designer. Now, retired, he is devoted solely to music: home recording with the platform of choice, Soundcloud and global collaborations."

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