Sounds good, Josh! Love the guitar! Keep it up! :)

Just awesome, fantastic songwriting, storytelling, but also superb guitar skills!

The song radiates a beautiful calm, very beautiful

[original guitar score by @john-byrne-117035719]
https://youtu.be/DEQruObepEY

When I was your age, my mother
had to make each dollar last.
We had to grow up very fast...
Hope you don't grow up as fast as I did.

When my father was the age I am now
his shoulders hugged the ground.
He never got up to fight the next round.
Hope I don't have to fight the fixed fights he did.

Building you this pier 
to make things a little better for you.
If I run out of rocks then
well, you still got me—
I'll be your windbreaker.

When childhood ends, the storm begins,
I'll be your windbreaker.
When all your dreams seem lost at sea,
I'll be your windbreaker.

[break]

Now listen to the fine print, Princess.
Much as I'd love to be around,
most times you'll be on your own,
and we hope you remember some of the moves
we taught you.

And if you have children of your own,
you'll no doubt need this simple trick.
If you wanna be a good windbreaker,
you're gonna wanna let some of the wind
slip through.

Building you this pier 
to make things a little calmer for you.
If I run out of time then
well, you still got you—
you'll be your windbreaker.

When the storm begins, you'll need all your friends—
they'll be your windbreaker.
When it gets intense, better know your strengths—
you'll be your own windbreaker.

[instrumental break]

Long as I can, for as long as I can—
your windbreaker.
If you can call a friend, then call a friend—
they'll be your windbreaker.
If you know your strengths, then play your strengths—
they'll be your windbreaker.

And one day you might help carry the light—
be someone else's windbreaker.

Support John

Windbreaker

Dylan Vel - Hastings battle

lyrics: 

Better shot me now
Better shot me now
If you're going to keep hiding who you are
Killing all the time
Killing all the time
What I feel for you

I'm gonna break it down
I'm gonna break it down
And I'm gonna break it
I'm so far
I'm so far
I'm so far from you

Hastings battle, evolution failed
Neutrón bomb, Stone age is coming
Everybody wants to look like the King of the party
Hastings battle, evolution's breaking down

Better shot me now
Better shot me now
If you're going to keep hiding who you are
Killing all the time
Killing all the time
What I feel for you

I'm gonna break it down
I'm gonna break it down
And I'm gonna break it
I'm so far
I'm so far
I'm so far from you
I'm gonna break it down
I'm gonna break it down
And I'm gonna break it
I'm so far
I'm so far
I'm so far from you

Hastings battle, evolution failed
Neutrón bomb, Stone age is coming
Everybody wants to look like the King of the party
Hastings battle, evolution failed
Hastings battle, evolution failed
Neutrón bomb, Stone age is coming
Everybody wants to look like the King of the party
Hastings battle, evolution failed
Hastings battle, evolution failed
Neutrón bomb, Stone age is coming
Everybody wants to look like the King of the party
Hastings battle, evolution's breaking down
Hastings battle, evolution failed
Neutrón bomb, Stone age is coming
Everybody wants to look like the King of the party
Hastings battle, evolution's breaking down

Ozymandias

Hastings battle

Dylan Vel - Hastings battle (Soundcloud version)

Big thanks to The Bawl Slant for offering to remaster this song for me ! Feel free to check out his stuff (Punk, Grunge, Alternative Rock) https://soundcloud.com/bawl-slant

Feathers (Remastered by The Bawl Slant)

Recorded on 1/2" 8 Track Tascam 48

Keys - Scott Olbert
Bass - Mark Shaffer
Drums - Bei Cheng
Vocals/Guitars - Johnny Wick

Easy Blossom - Somehow We Get By

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The canon uses the same chord progressions as the canon in d major by Johann Pachelbel (1653-1706) that can be found in many rock and pop songs of the last sixty years. This is my interpretation. I just let my inspiration run free and used all the melodies that came to mind, mixing them, using all kinds of virtual instruments like oboe, bassoon, cembalo and strings.
 The image is by Rima Gluzmann @ pixabay

Canon In D Major

XOXOXO
I AM LETTING OF SOME STEAM!
I HOPE THAT Y'ALL LIKE MY MADNESS!! 

INSTRUMENTAL BREAKS BETWEEN COLLABS AND VOCALS ! :o)

KRAE- 'LEFT & LOST IN YOUR HAZE' - PROD. BY KENNA-RAE              _INSTRUMENTAL FOR NOW_

https://myckalmarcovic.bandcamp.com/track/arc-en-ciel
Translation above.

Texte et voix : Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
www.facebook.com/jeanpaul.gaidodaniel
Accompagnement musical : Myckaël Marcovic

Arc-en ciel
Si c'était à recommencer, je voudrais être ce gamin qui court et qui danse sur les galets de la plage en dessous du trottoir de la promenade des Anglais à Nice-Ville. Ce gamin qui descend sur le chemin de l'école, son cartable à la main et ses billes arc-en-ciel dans ses poches, prêt à en découdre avec ses petits camarades dans la cour de l'école où toutes leurs richesses, toutes ces billes qui sautent et tombent tout autour des arbres de la cour du temps jadis, avec l'ami Coco. 
Si c'était à recommencer, à pas comptés, je claquerais le même chemin sur les pavés de ce vieux Nice ranssousse et plein de bruits bizarres sur ce marché multicolore, revoir Mireille, sa socca d'amour bien pébraté bien poivrée, servie d'un bon rosé bien frais. 
Si c'était à recommencer je dirais à tous mes camarades auteurs et compositeurs et bien d’autres encore, que je repartirais de nouveau pour un grand tour. Et roule ma sono sur les pavés gris-¬bleu au hasard de quelques allées embuées par ces buveurs de pastagas, cigarillos au bec qui se donneraient pour un quignon de soleil et quelques roses rouges sur des lèvres carnin. 
Si c'était à recommencer, je chanterais pour des caveaux de familles pour ces vieilles cancanières de bénitier, pour ce petit garçon qui sonnait les cloches de l'église et pissait avec ses copains dans les bénitiers d'eau de pluie. 
Oui Madame, oui Monsieur, je suis un coquin du Diable qui court encore comme Hopper sur le sable de San Pedro. Ce Hopper qui cherche d'où vient le vent de pluie.  
Si c'était à recommencer, donnez-moi un micro pour chanter vos chansons et les miennes z'aussi. 
Il ne faudra jamais parler de nos secrets, de nos poèmes de cœur, de nos amours cachées, de nos espoirs ratés.
On avait du talent, on était magnifique. Alors, moi le petit Niçois, je ne regrette rien ! 

Rainbow

If I had to do it all over again, I'd want to be that kid running and dancing on the pebbles of the beach below the sidewalk of the Promenade des Anglais in Nice-Ville. That kid on his way to school, his schoolbag in his hand and his rainbow marbles in his pockets, ready to do battle with his little friends in the school playground, where all their riches, all those marbles jumping and falling all around the trees in the playground of yesteryear, with friend Coco. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd walk the same old path over the cobblestones of old Nice, full of strange noises and multicolored markets, and see Mireille again, with her peppery socca d'amour, served with a nice chilled rosé. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd tell all my fellow songwriters and composers, and many others besides, that I'd go on another grand tour. And roll my sound system over the grey-blue cobblestones as I wander down a few aisles fogged by pastaga-drinkers, cigarillos in their mouths, who'd give it all up for a quignon of sunshine and a few red roses on carninous lips. 
If I had to do it all over again, I'd be singing for family vaults, for those old stoup gossipers, for that little boy who rang church bells and pissed in the rainwater stoup with his pals.
If you had to do it all over again, give me a microphone to sing your songs and mine too. 
We'll never have to talk about our secrets, our heartfelt poems, our hidden loves, our failed hopes.
We were talented, we were magnificent. So I, the little boy from Nice, regret nothing!

Arc-en-ciel (Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel / Myckaël Marcovic)

"Tears that fall are remedies" I can not tell you how much I detested showing emotion. Even crying in solitude was a struggle for me. There was difficulty with admitting that people had broken me down to the point where I felt numb. I'd rather dive into unhealthy voices than submit to my emotions. However, I genuinely gained peace when I allowed myself to feel again. Running from your feelings does not allow enjoyment in your life and creates a barrier between you and true happiness.

"I Want My Peace"

"Hætta Að Anda" is a mesmerizing journey through the sonic landscapes of Icelandic post-rock, captivating listeners with its cool, mysterious driving vibe. Crafted with meticulous attention to detail, this imaginative and intriguing composition unfolds like a story told without the need for lyrics, inviting the audience to immerse themselves in its atmospheric depths.

The song begins with Mike's single note repetition, setting the stage for the unfolding musical narrative. Jussi's guitar work quickly joins in, adding layers of texture and melody that intertwine seamlessly with the rest of the ensemble. Each instrument plays a vital role in the arrangement, contributing to the rich tapestry of sound that defines the band's signature style.

Recorded in a disused warehouse, the ambiance of the space adds an extra dimension to the music, enhancing its raw and organic quality. The eight-piece band, comprised of talented musicians including Jussi Siglarson on guitar, Bjarne Guðjohnsen on bass, Matthias Helguson on drums, Mike Taylor on keyboards, Lisbeth Heima and Sif Árnadóttir on violins, Natasha Guðmundsdóttir on viola, and Ída Sigurðardóttir on cello, come together with an effortless synergy that can only be achieved through shared passion and dedication to their craft.

As the song progresses, each instrument builds upon the motifs introduced earlier, weaving a complex sonic tapestry that ebbs and flows with a sense of tension and release. From the haunting melodies of the violins to the pulsating rhythms of the drums, every element of "Hætta Að Anda" works in harmony to create a truly captivating listening experience.

With its evocative atmosphere and masterful musicianship, "Hætta Að Anda" stands as a testament to the power of instrumental music to transport listeners to otherworldly realms, leaving them spellbound by its beauty and depth.

Hætta Að Anda by Laxá [post rock from Iceland]

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