The time is now. Well, mid-September anyway and nearly ten o’clock at night. The year is, ah, not now. In fact long enough ago that air-conditioning was not yet a common occurrence in a Greenwich Village cocktail lounge.
          The front door and a side door are both propped open. It was warm during the day but now a cool breeze carries in the softening sounds of the street and carries out snippets of conversation, music and some of the cigarette smoke.
          There is a quartet; drums, bass, guitar and a guy that splits time between a piano and vibes. This is the first time they’ve played this number. Dave (leader, vibes and piano) played the song for Roy, his boss, only a few days earlier. “Not bad Davey ya think you can shrink the melody to under a octave and a half and make it a little less busy in spots?” “Ah come on Roy. It’s just barely over and not that busy. Can I take it to Marty for some lyrics?” “Nah, I need him to finish the stuff on his desk already. Take it over to Sal. He might be able to sell it as an instrumental.”
          A young woman and her date are sitting quietly talking at a small table by the window. It’s not their first date but the end of a more casual relationship and the beginning of something else. She’s talking about a previous group outing or more specifically a girl who came named Mary. She thinks, in a subtle way. Although not particularly perceptive, he laughingly notes her obvious dislike of Mary and asks why. She admits to her flimsy subterfuge but defends herself by stating that Mary is chasing him. He laughs even harder “come on, Mary hardly knows me.” Of course he’s wrong and Mary is but his obliviousness makes her happy.
           After a few drinks he takes takes her for some coffee and pastries. He gets a napoleon and an expresso. She gets a coffee light and sweet and a cannoli. While he’s wondering whether or not she likes him enough to sleep with him. She’s dreaming of names for their children. She only nibbles an her cannoli. She’s killing time until it’s too late to catch her train. When it gets close she tells him a story. After her parents divorce she moved with her broke mother to a new town. Out school clothes shopping she saw a dress, too expensive for their means, that she fell in love with. Her mom, feeling sorry for her, decides to indulge her. She wears to to the first day of school and is teased so ruthlessly that she never wears it again but won’t tell to her mother why. Completely enraptured by the story he doesn’t notice the time until it’s to late to make the train. The next one is not due for hours so he invites her back to his apartment. She then wolfs down her dessert and they go. There is a moment after getting punched in the face, when that metallic taste of blood floods your mouth, that your senses are heightened and you are fully there in that moment. That night was the flip side of that same coin. The next day she worries that, swept up in passion, she might have driven him off to some other girl. But in his mind there are no other women and there wont be. Sometimes she will still hum the melody, the simpler parts, but she no longer remembers where she heard it. Long forgotten by everybody else it now only exists, in fragments, in her mind.

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Making music, mainly with guitar. In the past (70s/80s) a lot, now from time to time. My paintings correspond to the music. You are welcome to listen and to enjoy if you like, if you can. Peace, Axel

armed with seven rounds of space doodoo pistols.  -kool keith

I'm a conceptual musical artist but the concepts are vague and I'm not willing to explain them.

Songs from the edge of somewhere. Bluesy, soulful rock with roots in folk and blues, shaped by years of traveling and chasing sound.

My debut album Strange Part of the Country earned ★★★★ from Q Magazine, a Blues Matters cover feature, and reached #3 on the U.S. Alternative Radio Chart, with airplay on BBC Radio 2, WWOZ New Orleans, and KROQ Los Angeles. Peter Green (Fleetwood Mac), Marc Ribot, and Danny Thompson have all been part of the journey.

I’m now finishing a new album with Marc Ribot, Tchad Blake, and Danny Thompson — music that digs deep, raw and real.

Elements of Synergy is : Chris Dargay & Scott Tumino 
Collaborations Welcome!!!        
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This Page is Dedicated to the Songs + Artists I've Enjoyed on S.C.
Thank You 4 Filling my World with Music :)

I'm a singer songwriter and for the last few years I've been making my music with nothing more than an old iPhone and an iPad mini. I have tried to overcome the obvious limitations of having no actual instruments by exploring the world of music making apps. Hopefully along the way I have created some ear-catching, toe-tapping music with complex and unusual arrangements, bleakly evocative lyrics and a big indie atmosphere.  As a result, I think this collection of songs is unlike anything else you will hear on SoundCloud. Lend me your ears and find out for yourself! 

Drop me a comment (good or bad) - I will usually reply.
 
BIG Love to all those who actually listen.

Don't be a stranger...

With love, hope and despair, 

pete : )

About the clocktoys: me plus occasional others (but usually just me). I have written songs from a tender age and never let the hysterical laughter grind me down (well, not often). I taught myself to play keyboards with the mighty Casio VL 1 perched on top of my little sister's toy organ (the old asthmatic wheezing kind made from elastic bands, glue and the cheapest plastics known to man).
I enjoy the creative freedom of writing alone and my music is, frankly, a muddle of influences veering off in different directions. Which is a good thing in my book.
As well as my music I may also eventually get round to reading some short stories (do i hear a a low murmur of pleasure at the back?). Basically, I'll be boring the arse off you in as many different ways as I can think of.
I like: music from many different styles past and present but in my writing I often look back to classic indie music like: the smiths; aztec camera; cocteau twins; the associates; badly drawn boy; new order; teardrop explodes; japan; early omd; echo and the bunnymen
I wish: i could play the guitar like Johnny Marr; sing better

If you've read all the way down to here, can I please say a little thank you, embrace you in a manly way, and ask that you keep listening. One day I'll get it right!


Musicien Français (Membre SACEM) amateur..compos..instrumentation..enregistrement..tout fait at home
Je cherche aussi à travailler sur des vidéos....ou en collaboration avec d autres musicien(ne)s ou chanteur(se)s.
Un grand merci pour vos écoutes.
Musique garantie sans IA..mais avec l'âme..🤗
Amitiés Musicales 
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JM Antoni 
French musician..compos..instrumentation..recording..all done at home I'm also looking to work on videos ....or collaboration with musicians, singers.
Music without AI..but with the soul..🤗
Great thanks to your listen.
Musical Friendships

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#corse
#Bretagne

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