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In Memory of Brian Wilson
(1942-2025)

Surfers like Us ….. composition, all guitar parts, arrangement and mix
Artwork ….. Moroccan design

Hi Everyone!
This is a special version of my piece called „Love Song”.
A few days ago, Brian Wilson - one of the greatest creators of pop rock music and a surf rock icon - passed away! R.I.P. 🍀

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Below are a few words from me as a listener and fan of Brian’s music! - - - - -

Brian’s songs, both recorded with The Beach Boys and solo songs, are always innovative and enjoyable at the same time 🔆

The album “Pet Sounds” (released in 1966) by The Beach Boys is a real masterpiece that enchants and inspires many musicians to this day!
The wonderful song “God Only Knows” which comes from this album is the work of Brian Wilson. One of several best songs of all time indeed! 😎

Also worth recommending is Brian Wilson's solo album entitled “Smile” (released only in 2004) which includes the brilliant track "Good Vibrations”. The whole album impresses with its fresh ideas and innovative sound! 

I really love it 🔆 I'm sure Brian Wilson's beautiful and fascinating music will stay with us forever!

Good Vibrations…
Love Vibrations… 

I hope you enjoy my tribute to Brian! 🍀

Many thanks for listening and support!
Artur

Love Vibrations

Dans ses meilleurs aspects, le Gris a hérité le côté élégant du Noir. Il peut être soigné et délicat et apparaître, intemporel …. Pouvant être une rhapsodie de lumière et d'ombre.
Le Noir apporte profondeur et caractère, tandis que le Gris adoucit l'ensemble, créant un équilibre subtil entre sobriété et élégance, souvent source inattendue d’éclat et de profondeur. 
Cette création musicale ici avec voix féminine, essaie d'en interpréter les distinctions et nuances ….

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In its best aspects, Grey has inherited the elegance of Black. It can be neat and delicate and appear timeless .... Can be a rhapsody of light and shadow.
Black brings depth and character, while Grey softens the whole, creating a subtle balance between sobriety and elegance, often an unexpected source of radiance and depth. 
This musical creation here with feminine voice, attempts to interpret these distinctions and nuances ….

Black & Grey ....

'banjovi'

something until the next thing

banjovi

Wall of Sounds (Rehearsal)

This my 80th song on SoundCloud！
There occurred many things around me for these several months including career change. The environment changed but I 'm still happy that I can keep on making music (^_^)
I hope you enjoy !!

Wandering Around With My Guitar

ANARS ! Pourquoi

Featuring https://www.bandlab.com/margab on guitar

Stomp clap

Stomp_clap_Featuring on guitar  https://www.bandlab.com/margab

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Recording sessions from 21-02-2024 - 15-07-2025.
presets, mixing, processing and editing: Pier WILL.
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- Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks / Without AI / No samples
- Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
- Artwork - Pier WILL- Gustave Moreau (Oedipus and the Sphinx)
- Acknowledgements - Ableton, AKG, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, Focusrite, 
  Korg, M-Audio, MSI, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
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Under the Wings of the Sphinx-1

'Background Noise' inspired by the noise pollution of daily living.

CON-FUSION

Background Noise

Martin Bejerano, Keith Jarrett, Miles Davis, Duke Ellington, Gil Evans, Bill Evans, Herbie Hancock, Marcus Miller, Roy Haynes, Oscar Peterson, Chick Corea, Wynton Marsalis, Pat Metheny, Linkin  Park,

Stomp_clap_Featuring on guitar https://www.bandlab.com/margab

keystoanotherworld aka Ktaw