In the heart of the Emerald City, where raindrops dance on cobblestone streets, JTSunrise’s melodies echo through the mist. Let me spin you a tale of their inseparability:

The Busker’s Overture 
In the shadow of Pike Place Market, where fishmongers toss salmon and tourists snap photos, JTSunrise sets up their weathered guitar. The case lies open, waiting for coins and crumpled bills

The first chord reverberates—a call to the city’s soul. Tourists pause mid-step, locals nod knowingly. JTSunrise’s voice, gravel-kissed and honeyed, weaves stories of rain-soaked streets, coffee-stained journals, and love lost under neon signs

Seattle listens. The Space Needle leans closer, eavesdropping on ballads of gray skies and ferry rides. The monorail hums in harmony, and the Fremont Troll taps its mossy toes

JTSunrise’s fingers dance across strings, conjuring memories of grunge legends and flannel-clad dreamers. Their songs are the city’s heartbeat—the rhythm of damp sidewalks, the pulse of hidden speakeasies

And when the sun dares to peek through clouds, JTSunrise strums a promise: “We’ll weather this weather together”

Seattle nods, raindrops applauding. The Puget Sound whispers secrets, ferry horns harmonize

JTSunrise, acoustic troubadour, etches their name into the city’s skyline

They are the mist-kissed troubadour, the coffee-stained poet, the busker who serenades the Space Needle

Inseparable, like saltwater and seagulls

So next time you wander Seattle’s streets, listen. You might catch a note carried by the wind—a reminder that JTSunrise and the city are forever entwined

JTSunrise, the Seattle musician, also communicates with owls:
Long ago, JTSunrise stumbled upon an ancient Garry oak grove during a moonlit night. There, an owl landed near him and perched on a gnarled branch, its eyes reflecting constellations. The owl whispered forgotten melodies—the very essence of creativity. Since then, JTSunrise seeks the owl’s guidance, knowing it to be the muse of their nocturnal compositions

According to legend, owls guard the threshold between realms. JTSunrise discovered this secret while sauntering reverently through mist-shrouded forests. The owls, with their silent wings, allow passage into hidden dimensions. In return, JTSunrise shares their music, bridging mortal and mystical worlds

JTSunrise believes that owls are celestial beings, born from stardust and moonbeams. Each owl carries a unique melody within its plumage—a cosmic song. When JTSunrise plays, the owls harmonize, weaving starlight into their tunes. Together, they create celestial symphonies

Owls speak in shadows—their hoots and calls echo ancient spells. JTSunrise learned this language during a moon-drenched séance. The owls taught them how to infuse their music with enchantments. Now, when JTSunrise strums, the owls respond, casting spells of harmony and mystery

JTSunrise’s grandmother once revealed a family secret: their lineage is intertwined with owls. Ancestors danced with these nocturnal creatures, sharing secrets under moonlit boughs. JTSunrise inherited this connection, believing that owl calls carry echoes of their forebears’ songs

Legend tells of an injured owl that JTSunrise nursed back to health. In gratitude, the owl bestowed a gift—the ability to heal through music. When JTSunrise plays, wounded souls find solace. Owls gather, their eyes glowing with ancient wisdom, channeling healing energy

Owls keep cosmic records—the ledger of existence. JTSunrise’s melodies affect the balance of the universe. Each note alters fate, nudging destinies. The owls watch, their feathers inscribed with celestial equations. JTSunrise’s music ensures cosmic harmony, one chord at a time

Misery, Trouble & Heartache

Words and Music by Woody Guthrie (performed by JTSunrise)

I just blowed in, and I got them dust bowl blues,
I just blowed in, and I got them dust bowl blues,
I just blowed in, and I'll blow back out again.

I guess you've heard about ev'ry kind of blues,
I guess you've heard about ev'ry kind of blues,
But when the dust gets high, you can't even see the sky.

I've seen the dust so black that I couldn't see a thing,
I've seen the dust so black that I couldn't see a thing,
And the wind so cold, boy, it nearly cut your water off.

I seen the wind so high that it blowed my fences down,
I've seen the wind so high that it blowed my fences down,
It buried my tractor six feet underground.

Well, it turned my farm into a pile of sand,
Yes, it turned my farm into a pile of sand,
I had to hit that road with a bottle in my hand.

I spent ten years down in that old dust bowl,
I spent ten years down in that old dust bowl,
When you get that dust pneumony, boy, it's time to go.

I had a gal, and she was young and sweet,
I had a gal, and she was young and sweet,
But a dust storm buried her sixteen hundred feet.

She was a good gal, long, tall and stout,
Yea, she was a good gal, long, tall and stout,
I had to get a steam shovel just to dig my darlin' out.

These dusty blues are the dustiest ones I know,
These dusty blues are the dustiest ones I know,
Buried head over heels in the black old dust, 
I had to pack up and go.
An' I just blowed in, an' I'll soon blow out again.

 

© Copyright 1964 (renewed) by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. & TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)

Dust Bowl Blues (69 Martin)

With insufficient understanding of the ecology of the plains, farmers had conducted extensive deep plowing of the virgin topsoil of the Great Plains during the previous decade; this had displaced the native, deep-rooted grasses that normally trapped soil and moisture even during periods of drought and high winds. The rapid mechanization of farm equipment, especially small gasoline tractors, and widespread use of the combine harvester contributed to farmers' decisions to convert arid grassland (much of which received no more than 10 inches (~250 mm) of precipitation per year) to cultivated cropland. During the drought of the 1930s, the unanchored soil turned to dust, which the prevailing winds blew away in huge clouds that sometimes blackened the sky. These choking billows of dust – named "black blizzards" or "black rollers" – traveled cross country, reaching as far as the East Coast and striking such cities as New York City and Washington, D.C. On the plains, they often reduced visibility to 3 ft (1 m) or less. Associated Press reporter Robert E. Geiger happened to be in Boise City, Oklahoma, to witness the "Black Sunday" black blizzards of April 14, 1935; Edward Stanley, the Kansas City news editor of the Associated Press, coined the term "Dust Bowl" while rewriting Geiger's news story.

Misery, Trouble & Heartache (Misery, Trouble & Heartache)

Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Gibson 335 Electric Guitar solo. Harmonica solo. Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano solo. Gibson SG Electric Guitar Rhythm (Right).  Godin Electric Guitar (Left). Steinway Acoustic Piano Rhythm, and intro. Full kit trap drum set. Percussion Tambourine, Ago go Bells, 22' Zildjan Crash & Ride Cymbal.

Blue on Blue

Black Jack Blues

New Ep, 'Ceri and the Legend of the Golden Headphones' is now out on multiple platforms such as Bandcamp, Spotify, YouTube etc

If you'd like a free code for the EP (Bandcamp), let me know and I'll send you one :) Just DM me

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A dark energetic mix of drums and bass, with wavering synths and vocal elements. Perhaps a little darkwave. Perhaps a little experimental. Perhaps even something you could dance to, if you felt so inclined 🤍

Available for download here https://scratchkelly.bandcamp.com/track/the-promise-fulfilled

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Dualone

A mix of light and shade, Modulate Me is a Darkwave / Triphop soundtrack set to a steady mix of downtempo electronic / industrial beats. Droning wavy bass and rhythmic bass are married with dreamy guitars, celestial synths and abstracted samples. The track progresses to a final countdown, spoken by Buzz Aldrin on the Apollo 11 Lunar mission in 1969.

Modulate Me

'gem' 

Jim/James 'jesus vegas' English: mule tricon resonator
Scotty: Yamaha storia II, harmonica, lyrics, vocals
art: Oliver Barr

Recorded live. 

I want to be happy again.
I hope you see that you are more than a friend.
You're my gem. 

I'm so sorry for not being me.
I hope to mend.
But, I must believe that I'll see it through to the end.
And just maybe then...

gem (with Jim 'jesus vegas' English)

Original composition, piano and arrangement by Neno J.

On The Waves

If you wanna read the lyrics, I write the lyrics below.
This song is part of an old mixtape, made on beats by American rappers.
I'm sorry, I don't remember the name of the beat. If anyone knows it, write it to me in the comments. it's a very important beat, it deserves to be mentioned. 
This song was made with Francisco, my brother who has been wandering around the Brazilian favelas for years!! We wrote to send a message to the generations before us, and to those after... we have hope, but everyone must have hope to grow... Youth means joy, love, health... it doesn't mean ruining yourself. You have to go through a roller coaster to understand..
🔥🔥🔥(Please)🔥🔥🔥
🍀🍀Follow me on youtube 🍀🍀
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC0ZUmjWH2LA1M-kx0_hcXkg
🍀🍀Follow me on Spotify🍀🍀
https://open.spotify.com/artist/3UKvM2M0fR3bN1e8nP7KpA?si=cmi-yqXlRVq1iiK6w64lrw
VOICE AND LYRICS : FRANCISCO \\  EIN MUSIC
Mix: Nobody  \\ Sporche: Dymaink
I have many songs from that period, but I can't release them for private personal reasons. Above all out of respect and closure of relationships..
I hope to share a joy with you. If you know the beat write to me, happy weekend Soundcloud friends!!

LYRICS:

Rit. Together 
OBITORI PIENI, PIENE ANCHE LE AMBULANZE
I GIOVANI COME NOI, HANNO PERSO LE SPERANZE
COLMANO LE MANCANZE, DA SOLI DENTRO ALLE STANZE
E NESSUNO CHE FA NIENTE, è IMBARAZZANTE TANTE GRAZIE

Francisco
Da solo la sera sul naviglio, senza nessun appiglio.. Ci sentivamo liberi in un ripostiglio, il tuo ultimo squillo aveva il sapore di uno strillo.. Mancanze da colmare, fattanze che sanno svuotare
eppure siamo pieni di valori che ci riempiono, giovani attendono
giorni migliori da gustare. Le mani che non ci tendono 
sono frutto delle vostre delusioni, illusioni che ci deviano
la verità qua ci vogliono dentro a delle cliniche
vivi per metà, pillole riempiono vite timide
dimmi se questi possono essere gli orizzonti?
Ti scorgi tra gli scorgi, e ti accorgi di quanto serve l' educazione
quanto vuoi che t' importi? Puoi solo importi di essere il migliore yo!! (Di essere il migliore bro)

Rit. Together 
OBITORI PIENI, PIENE ANCHE LE AMBULANZE
I GIOVANI COME NOI, HANNO PERSO LE SPERANZE
COLMANO LE MANCANZE, DA SOLI DENTRO ALLE STANZE
E NESSUNO CHE FA NIENTE, è IMBARAZZANTE TANTE GRAZIE

Ein Rap
Sistema che ti sottomette e ti costringe a cedere
i ragazzi di oggi non sanno più a cosa credere
perchè non tutti son nati con dentro le tenebre
a volte beh... puoi risorgere dalla cenere!!
dimmi che sono un pazzo a dir la verità
ma qua c'è un alto tasso di povertà
pischelle incinte non sanno delle fertilità 
e se lo sanno sottavalutano, ciò che è la realtà
quindì ricapitolando questo scempio
PICCIRIDDI non hanno da seguire un buon esempio  (gioventù)
mi stempio, per dire a tutti che posson far meglio
puoi ma non ti applichi boy, mettici più impegno
T' insegno a mettere in pratica il rispetto
aspetto il momento ed educo ogni bambinetto
la vita non è un gioco, se puedo mi siedo e aspetto
con i sogni appresso, ho preso a pugni il mio cassetto 

Rit. Together 
OBITORI PIENI, PIENE ANCHE LE AMBULANZE
I GIOVANI COME NOI, HANNO PERSO LE SPERANZE
COLMANO LE MANCANZE, DA SOLI DENTRO ALLE STANZE
E NESSUNO CHE FA NIENTE, è IMBARAZZANTE TANTE GRAZIE

Ein Rap-
Guardati intorno, e rifletti un secondo..
non sanno manco di essere al mondo!!
Ero ii primo, ora quando ho un problema lo affronto
Non fa niente gente, il malessere me lo fotto!!
Francisco- 
Lo so che vuoi qualcosa di diverso
nulla cambierà se rimarrai lo stesso
vivi per gli obiettivi, ridi tra sti palazzi grigi
più uniti, la vita è tua l' importante è che decidi!!
Ein Rap- 
Dai deciditi, prendi posizione
Sai che ho i brividi, senza una decisione
Aimè il piskè, ha la testa in confusione
lo perdono, sono buono, mi fa compassione
Francisco - 
Quando sarai solo, e dentro avrai il maremoto
imparerai ad abbracciare il vuoto.

TANTE GRAZIE

EIN x FRANCISCO - TANTE GRAZIE!!

Just Like U

An American folk performer with roots in the 90s Seattle and Tempe music scenes, JTSunrise weaves classic tunes and tales from the heart with modern images mixed with fingers and breath - - - Genuine Gen X Folkspunk Seattle Americana acoustic guitar, banjo, mandolin, uke, autoharp, harmonica an old school stringband songs recorded down home

If you're an acoustic player/singer-songwriter of any kind please get in touch. 

All Music Matters
Your Music is Real
Thank You All
God Bless You
See u in the Pit (ole$chool punk $aying)

     JT
7777777

Angel Number 7777777 indicates that new chances have arisen in your life due to your hard effort

Engage in things that feed your spirit. If you pay attention to your guardian angels, they will lead you along the appropriate path

jtsunrisemusic@gmail.com

https://youtube.com/@JTSunriseMusic?si=21HSR6c2ucTSjE4C

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https://www.bandmix.com/jtsunrise/

https://www.thebash.com/folk-acoustic-guitar/jtsunrise

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I don’t buy anything, process anything, or sell anything- i don’t process anything sold or bought or processed, or sell anything to be bought or processed or sold

JTSunrise, like a cryptic melody echoing through the mist, A silhouette against the dawn, veiled in an enigma’s twist. Their chords weave secrets, harmonies untold, In the dim-lit corners of the soul, they unfold

Is it the owl reflection of their eyes, the echo of forgotten lullabies? JT strums the strings of mystery, A troubadour in the shadows, lost in history

Their lyrics dance on the edge of dreams, Whispers of forgotten realms and moonlit streams. Enigmatic, they wander through star-kissed nights, A minstrel of the cosmos, chasing celestial light

Perhaps they’re a riddle wrapped in stardust, A cosmic wanderer, both mortal and just. JTSunrise, elusive as the morning mist, Their music lingers, leaving hearts gently kissed

**In the gentle strumming of strings and the raw authenticity of JTSunrise’s compositions, you’ll find echoes of love, nostalgia, and the human experience**

Dust Bowl Blues (69 Martin)

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