đir kroz limb(demo)

Reminiscence of an epic hike  with my son David down to the Grand Canyon, AZ back in 2022. Took the  Bright Angel Trail coming from the South Rim down to the Colorado River. Overnight on the campground of the Phantom Ranch and ascending back to the South Rim on the following day. Picture was taken near sunrise when starting from the Colorado in the morning. 8500 feet Altitude, 22 miles round trip.

Improvised L-guitar, excuse the flaws.

Demo Songs 2024

Dream Canyon

it is in fact no Gretsch $ Its a Harley Benton... :-D

Improvised L-guitar, excuse the flaws.

Funk with New Friend Gretsch

Roll The Dice

disconnection's grace

JIM ANDERS _ Haut

little composition / draft to welcome the fall ;-)
.... even if I'm constantly exploring my musical tools and consider my solos as exercises: in the end, music should come out of it :-) ... in this sense ... have fun !

When the days get shorter ...

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco

Autumn Tears

Wake Up Under Water

Leaves are falling off the trees 
It’s like they’ve got some bad disease
I can feel the winter doldrums setting in
Like I’ve been popped with a pin
Go out in the yard and grab a rake
Don’t know how much more I can take
I’m wishing we were someplace sunny with palm trees and a beach
Where winter can’t reach
It’s been a crazy trip and somehow, we ended up here
Looks like we’re goanna have winter 
For at least another year
Watching the leaves turn from green to brown, 
They’re falling down
Onto the ground
Those summer days were great
but they went by too fast
We had a blast 
But now they’re past
Some people say they like the like the change of seasons 
But I can think of a lot of reasons
Why I’d rather live in a place that doesn’t get cold
Cause it quickly gets old
On those cold winter mornings
 I’ll have to scrape ice
Off my windshield it’s not goanna be nice
As my fingers grow numb
And frostbite nibbles on my nose  and my toes.
I have PTSD from last winter 
When I walked out of that bar
and I had to spend ten minutes shivering 
while the heater warmed up my car
Driving around with white knuckles 
As you watch for black ice
Every time you tap on the brakes
It Feels like you’re rolling the dice
Watching the leaves turn from green to brown, 
They’re falling down, onto the ground
Those summer days were great
but they went by too fast
We had a blast 
But now they’re past
Autumn’s kind of nice but winter’s coming fast
And we’re goanna get blown away by an icy winter blast
We’ll hunker down inside like two bears in hibernation
And when we go outside, we’ll wish we were on a warm vacation.

Autumn Blues

Une nouvelle chanson, dont le thème pourrait se laisser décrire ainsi : quand dans la vie le soir descend, la musique cligne encore et toujours vers ta jeunesse : elle est en ce sens un surplus de vie, comme lorsque le soleil décline , mais offre un surplus de lumière en cueillant une orange sur l'arbre du soir
 PAROLES
LA VOIX D’UN ANGE

Dans ma vie le soir descend
 A cela rien d’étrange
 Le ciel passe à l’orange

Entre les arbres, derrière la grange,
 On dirait la voix d’un ange.

Ne cherche pas à donner le change
 Ecoute plutôt les doux échanges

Le soir descend, la ville s’endort,
 Après la nuit viendra l’aurore 
Dans le silence de minuit
C’est bien l’ange qui sourit.

Ne cherche pas à donner le change
Ecoute plutôt les doux échanges.

Dans ma vie le soir descend
A cela rien d’étrange
 Le ciel passe à l’orange

Sur le chemin derrière la grange
 On dirait la voix d’un ange.
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THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL

In my life the evening goes down
 There is nothing strange about this
 The sky turns orange

Between the trees, behind the barn,
 It sounds like the voice of an angel.

Don't try to change the situation
 Listen instead to the sweet exchanges

Evening descends, the city falls asleep,
 After the night will come the dawn
In the silence of midnight
It is indeed the angel who is smiling.

Don't try to change the situation
Listen to the sweet exchanges instead.

In my life the evening goes down
There is nothing strange about this
 The sky turns orange

On the path behind the barn
 It sounds like the voice of an angel.

la voix d'un ange

edieval Meditation Music avec forte composante Occitan Heritage et Romanesque Sacred Sound

13.60 occitan

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He was and is always involved in many band projects and session events.
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