i like the discussion. and the convolution. i hear the interesting changes and have absolute ideas about where things should or shouldn't go, but i have zero background in theory. when beSRK takes one of my tunes and substitutes chords, I can see (in most cases, and in the pretty stuff in particular) the value of theory education.

I did enjoy the discussion-I do here an influence of Steely Dan-haven't study much music theory but sure enjoy fine music of all types and this is one to enjoy !!!

You really must score this for a big band. Could you imagine hearing it performed (and playing guitar, of course)? That would be quite something.

Sounds wonderful Jon! Great to wake up on a winter morning with a cuppa morning coffee & fresh jazz😊

Really polyphonic…and so well written. Bravo Jon ! Just a little problem… I have only two ears. Which part do I have to comment ? Bon, je sors > > > >

A wonderfully thoughtful and intricate piece. When I heard this it made me wish I had more music theory to add a little seasoning. Cool work Jon.

Really tasty playing in the Barney Kessel? vein or is it Jim Hall?  The horns are ace, and you gotta be good if you actually have good horn players with you.  All those scribes and religious adherents weren't lost if they managed to lose themselves in the process.

Jazz'n up the Cloud!

Underneath the sorry skies
There are still things to find
That will make you smile
That will make you smile

In the snakepit of my mind
Just tryin' to survive
There's always a way out
There's always a way out

Is this the deepest I can dive, the highest I can fly?
We’re all bleeding but for what it’s worth
We’re tryin’, we’re still trying

There’s still hope in this world
Decent people as good as good their word
As good as their word, as good as their word

Is this the deepest I can dive, the highest I can fly?
We’re all bleeding but for what it’s worth
We’re tryin’, we’re still trying
Underneath the sorry skies
There’s still things to find
Is this the highest I can fly?
Is this the deepest I can dive?

Underneath the Sorry Skies

Dream Again

Just an old man getting crazy with his looper pedal

Do Like You Wanna Do

Salut voilà la version trio enregistrée en live lors de la session du 08 mai 2025 à La Barraque Mirepoix (09) du morceau : "Rejet Pyramidal " extrait du set de Mathieu Torres Trio : https://youtu.be/y6GRZZ0K-xs

Rejet Pyramidal - Trio version - Video in description

music & lyrics written by ©Hans-Michael Albers
vocal performance by suno 4.5 

Sie sitzt mit feinen roten Haaren
Und lächelt still in eine Welt
Die einfach weiter läuft wie immer  
Während die eigene zerfällt

Vorm Fenster schwirren Tausend Mücken
Wie viele Sommerlüfte schon 
Um sich im Fluge zu beglücken
Und dabei tanzen ohne Ton

Tick, 
Tack, 
Tick, 
Tack, 

Sie blickt hinaus in so viel Leben
Nicht mehr voraus oder zurück
Sie denkt nicht mal an andere Zeiten
Nur hier und jetzt, der Augenblick

Schwarzer Kaffee, zwei Zigaretten
Vor einem stummen Fensterbild
Ein Film mit immer gleichen Szenen 
Der stundenlange Leere füllt

Tick, 
Tack, 
Tick, 
Tack, 

Sie lebt und stellt sich keine Fragen
Es gibt nichts mehr, das wohin führt
In ihrem kleinen leisen Dasein
Das niemanden mehr interessiert

Tick, 
Tack, 
Tick, 
Tack, 
 
Google translation

She sits with fine red hair
And smiles quietly at a world
That simply carries on as always
While her own is disintegrating

A thousand flies buzz outside the window
How many summer breezes have already
To delight in flight
And dance without sound

Tick,
tock,
tick,
tock,

She looks out into so much life
No longer forward or back
She doesn't even think about other times
Only here and now, the moment

Black coffee, two cigarettes
In front of a silent window image
A film with the same scenes over and over
Filling hours of emptiness

Tick,
tock,
tick,
tock,

She lives and doesn't ask herself any questions
There is nothing that leads anywhere anymore
In her small, quiet existence
That no one cares about anymore

Tick,
tock,
tick,
tock,


Tick, Tack

I can see you
and your Coke-bottle glasses
Talking blood and gases
Oxygen as it passes
It was funny
How they blew-up your eyes
And you always looked surprised
When you talked and surmised

Of the natural things
Creatures with wings
And the science of the eye
And how it dilates
And decisions made by primates

One day you said,
Please call me Micha
Gave a lecture on pica
Disorders of the poor and afflicted
I was addicted
To your mustache on my lips
Your hands on my hips

And the natural things
Creatures with wings
And the science of the eye
And how it dilates
And decisions made by primates

The day you went away
Took your Coke-bottle tears
All your gourmet beers
Said you still had years, to find yourself
But I found a garden
And I lay myself down
Watched the ants march around

With the natural things
Creatures with wings
The science of the eye
And how it dilates
And decisions made by primates
Made by primates

And decisions made by primates
Made by primates

Decisions Made by Primates

Mark says - 
In the 5 years I have been working with Rod, I have been encouraged to reach as far as my experience allows me to, with complete support at all times. So far we have completed 11 songs and have experimented with several others that made for a great learning curve for me, with several more at other stages of development... Watch this space, however as we are methodical and patient, therefore it may take some time to get them off the ground.

The subject matter of this song may be based on a different scenario but it is also a token of my gratitude to my inspirational collaborator and friend Rod, who has given me much confidence to rise to the ambition of his musical creativity and meticulous arrangements. Thank you all for giving this song your time.

Rod says - 
This song was conceived a long time ago to be sung in Spanish, but Mark did a magnificent adaptation with his English lyrics, and the meaning is 100% faithful to the original spirit, even though he hadn't heard the original song in Spanish. Technically, there are three voices together, consolidating a multi-vocal performance. The synth sounds emulate my old analog and FM synths, and the guitars were routed through an old console to achieve the vintage sound I was looking for.

Rodolfo Planes - Music composition, instrumentation, arrangement, production and mix - @rplanes
Me - Vocals and lyrics
Image by Douglas Corrance

Thank You (Rodolfo Planes/Mark J Bennett)

I would like to tell you just how grateful I am,
And also how important you’ve been here in my life.
I know I don’t need to draw you a diagram,
Thank you for being there all this time as my wife.
I have to tell you just how good you’ve been for me,
And I hope that I have also been there for you,
When you needed me through all this trouble and strife.
 
No need to show me all of your gratitude,
I already know how much you show that you care,
When you were prepared to move to my latitude,
Then I was convinced I was ready to share,
My life with you whatever it threw at the both of us.
I know that it’s true, no matter what you care to say.
I’ll always need to express all of my thanks to you 
This will always be true on that I swear.
 
I would like to tell you just how grateful I am,
And also how important you’ve been in, in my life.
I have to tell you just how good you’ve been for me,
And I hope that I have also been there for you,
When you needed me through all this trouble and strife.
Then I was sure that I was ready to share,
My whole life with you, whatever that meant for the both of us.
I know that it’s true, whatever you say.

This song on Continental Collision's own cloud - https://soundcloud.com/user-517923604/thank-you

Also available on Spotify - https://open.spotify.com/album/5pfvPjop9XCJPrVL9a60U0

Thank You - Continental Collision (Rodolfo Planes & Mark J Bennett) on Spotify

Tempo 111 BPM
Timing 5/4 (10 beats per line in Papa's metric)


On Writing Poetry

To walk along the mystic road of dreams
And catch some fleeting echoes from the past
Or search the memory abyss for inspiration
And capture those twilight memories fading fast.
To lean awhile upon the fence of time
And ask some abstract notions to remain
Or drift along those eery doldrum ways
And draw the blinds on sanity and pain.
To gather up poetic streams of thought
From valleys of echantment and of tears
And flow them like one great Atlantic tide
To cleanse the mind of miseries and fears.
To rest a time upon the rock of myth
And forget for now the cruelty and the pain
That in our daily news we hear about
But never can console or loose the chain

Written by Bill Stapleton ~ 13th July 1979




This is the 12th instalment in the project for turning Papas poems into songs.

All Papa Poems to Songs here:
Listen to 🧓🏼Papa's Poems ▶️ Songs ♾️, a playlist by The Beautiful Dark on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/LKKd9jJbfyOo7SmBZo


I'm hesitant to add to Papa's perfect summary of it being easier to explain poetry with a poem. I do agree with what I understand so far from his words. It truly is a subconscious practice. This is another wonderful pre AI opinion which appreciated the feeling and the subconscious thought flow you find true poetry in. A machine can never feed you your subconscious thoughts. A machine cannot deliver the practice and focus you need to tap that subconscious consistently. Only time and your mind, body & spirit can do that

🧓🏼On Writing Poetry

The Dealmaker (Jam Session)

Inspired by Jorge Morel's Danza Brasileira 
His years of countless serenades are manifested in his face as well as this fast paced Danza styling.
His six string reverberates through the streets and nearby alleyways.

Danza Brasileira

I lent my double bass to a good friend and it was returned in pieces. Somewhat shaken by the experience I borrowed another  bass to complete this song. 

The aggression in the delivery was infinitely preferable to venting it on such a good friend. Accidents happen.

It didn’t look good, you know what I mean?
A man in a hat in a black limousine
Window was down, asked for a light
What are the chances of things going right?

I reach for my zippo, games as close as I dare
My hand was shaking, sure I was scared
He drew on his doobie, he gave a rye smile
Jacksons or Franklins I’ll let you decide

I empty my pockets onto hat’s hood
I only had chump change, so it didn’t look good
Short on payola, lacking the guac
He pulled out his piece and I sat in the back

The girl in the front seat, she didn’t say much
And neither would you if he had his hand on your crouch
I looked out the window you wanna know why?
That’s what you do if you don’t want to die

He was so hard boiled
He was so hard boiled
So hard boiled tough as a nut
Hard in the middle

I had premonitions, not good I confess
Me full of lead, her cut up in her dress
I dialled from my pocket, cops picked up quick
Hat said that’a so rude, she thought what a dick!
 
He was so hard boiled
He was so hard boiled
So hard boiled tough as a nut
Hard in the middle
But what’s that oozing out?

So Hard Boiled

I present for you my cover of the beautiful , tender and heart breaking..
Young & Foolish.
Written by Albert Hague, Arnold B. Horwitt and performed by Bill Evans for many years before he finally recorded it on his second album " Everbody Digs Bill Evans " in 1959

ENJOY XX

Young & Foolish

Sure I may miss you sometimes
But I ain’t lost my mind
I’m exactly where I should be
Baby don’t make any plans for me

Maybe you twinkled my toes
When you wrinkled your nose 
Those are memories I’ll always keep

Take a little trip to paradise 
Somewhere with palm trees that sway
Coconut rum wouldn’t that be nice
Learn to love yourself for a change   

I know that’s it’s hard to believe 
But we ain’t meant to be
We see that which we wish to see
Tea leaves don’t mean all that much to me

Feelings are chemical delusions
Ephemeral illusions   
Confusing reality
Leave me be, it’s clear to me
I’m exactly where I should be  

I have come to my conclusion
Despite your confusion
Your losing your grip I see
This fantasy is killing me
I’m exactly where I should be

Exactly Where I Should Be

The wonderful Irina joins me on our original, Taking It Easy.  Her beautiful voice and searching lyrics bring this to life. Always a joy to hear Irina sing and interpret music. Listen especially to the harmony lines she creates, dancing and with such a light authority and sensitivity.  And follow her award-winning career and her music: https://soundcloud.com/irina-951237464.

For a playlist of the tunes Irina and I have recorded together:  https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind/sets/irina-and-jamie

Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares.

Taking it Easy Lyrics:  Irina

What can I do?

Can I count me plus you?
What do you see?
Can you count you plus me?

Does it make any sense?
Tacit romance...

We are taking it easy
Taking it easy...

What can I do?
What if it is me minus you?
What do you see?
Is it you minus me?

Does it make any sense?
Tacit romance...

We are taking it easy
Taking it easy...

Taking It Easy - Irina / Jamie Rhind

Music, lyrics and vocals by Irina
Artwork by Tatyana Markovtsev - http://feeltheline.com/

One more day
One more night with you
We'll make it beautiful

One more rhyme
One more song for you
I'll make it beautiful

I love you
I never felt like this before
I love you
I wish I could but give you more

One more smile
Lights your charming face
I think it's beautiful

One more kiss
One more last embrace
We'll make it beautiful

I love you
There's nothing wrong to feel like this
I love you
A chance that we don't want to miss

Beautiful

Ok, I don't usually do descriptions and this really isn't one but this is part of what was on my mind as I started doing this one. That and Denny Dias' playing with Steely Dan but that would be a real side track. Although I mention it because of the musical influence on this one. Thanks Jonathan. Anyway I'm a bit of a music theory nerd sometimes. Mostly with jazz chord substitution ideas. This is where my knowledge of some  of the more complicated ideas about music start. As I was pondering this stuff the other day it occurred to me how very subjective most of this stuff is. I might feel some theory is scientific and indeed they are but all music theory comes down, in the end, to the listeners perception of where the music is going. It's all based on context. Both in the individual piece and all the other music before. I mean humans create and listen to music so one would think at least some of it, the theory that is, will continue to work as long as there are people but at least parts of it may fade as people's perception changes over time. That and the fact that if people cease to exist the music itself and theories about it will become meaningless. I've often thought about the many religions that have faded away. How important they were to generations of people. Spending their lives studying them. Basing their lives on what  they thought to be factual everlasting truths and now they're gone. I always looked on in pity of those old scribes wasting their lives studying make believe. It's only recently occurred to me I'm most likely doing the same thing.

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