Ronny Stove - Kräsh

Walking on tundra
Written by TG August 2023
Inspired by my work in the Canadian Arctic, 1995-2000. 

Technical Details
Rhythm Guitar: Gibson ES 335
Lead Guitar: Fender Jazzmaster
Guitar Amplifier: Vox AC15….set as clean I can get it. 
Fender pedal board: Line 6 delay; Fender clean boost
Mics: a pair of Royer r10 ribbons for guitar 
Mic preamps: API 312
Mixer: API 24 channel summing mixer (8200/7800)
Stereo Bus processing (API EQ and API compressor)
Final mix down to a MARA MCI JH110 1/4inch 2-track at 15 ips using ATR Master Tape.

Walking on tundra

Here’s that thing I was doing as one track which would be the way to listen ( if you were thinking about listening to the whole thing anyway).

Daily Life (whole project)

Slow News Day

Cast of Characters:
J.J. Terrell–@j-j-terrell –piano, synth, and composition
mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark—synth effects, synth strings and flute, lyrics, and vocals
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman –Stephen– electric and acoustic guitars, production, and mix
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara -–Ken–drums and percussion
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1 –-four-string Fender P bass
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This is a song that JJ created late one Saturday night on the piano, drums, bass, and guitar. He then presented it to the rest of the Eclectic Collective so we could do our thing with it. Josh replaced JJ's rough bass with his interpretation of the line as soon as Ken replaced the drums with his interpretation of the beat. Interestingly, Ravel's Bolero had a lot to do with the inspiration for the second part of the song. After the rhythm section was done, we turned it over to Stephen, who came up with some really subtle, yet much needed guitar lines. 

 We then turned it over to our relatively new collaborator, Mark, who came up with the lyrics and vocals. This is a lyrical and vocal songwriting debut for Mark, who was inspired by his very first listen to JJ's rough draft. Thus, this song is extra special for him.  

Mark's lyrics are about our Earthly relatives in the far distant future. At that point life on Earth will have just about reached its limits, and so mankind embarks on a journey through space to find another place to call home.

We all hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we did creating it.
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LYRICS:
Part 1:
All you know, all you love is here today
Feel the sun, see the flowers embrace her rays
And you know, all we are must fade away
And now its time to go… away…

Part 2:
Here we are, flying high, flying high above the moons of Mars
And beyond another sunrise greets a world once again,
a million miles from where we are
To embrace the flowers of Jupiter, once again…

On and on we sail away, searching for another day,
the universe an endless sea
And you know that somewhere out there,
a brand new world, for you and me….

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Credit: Sample at 1:14 is from original Star Trek tv show theme ("Where No Man Has Gone Before") written by Alexander Courage

All comments welcome, and don't be shy to be critical or suggest ideas to help me improve.   :)
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here's some pictures I took: www.flickr.com/photos/mark_boucher/
my best photos on 500px (safe site): 500px.com/p/mrmark?view=photos

Flowers Of Jupiter (with The Eclectic Collective)

THE SAD CORONATION 👸
 
There was a King Milesint, 
Of whom I will tell you: 
He assassinated his brother's child, 
Wanted to wear the crown himself. 
The coronation was celebrated with pomp 
At Liffey Castle. 
O Ireland! Ireland! were you so blind? 

The king sits at midnight 
In the empty marble hall, 
Looks astray at all the new splendor, 
As if drunk with the feast; 
He speaks to his son: 
"Once more bring the crown! 
But look, who has opened the gates?"

Then comes a strange play of the dead, 
A procession with silent footsteps, 
Hooded guests great and many, 
A crown sways in the midst; 
It pushes through the gate 
With whispers without words; 
The king, he is so spiritually dizzy. 

And from the black crowd looks 
A child with a fresh wound; 
He smiles with dying pain and nods, 
He makes the rounds in the hall, 
He paces to the throne, 
He hands a crown 
To the king, whose heart is deeply shocked. 

Thereupon the procession swept away, 
Intoxicated by the morning air, 
The candles flicker whimsically, 
The moon at the window listens; 
The son with fear and silence 
To his father would lean, - 
He leans over a corpse.

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Die traurige Krönung 
 
Es war ein König Milesint, 
Von dem will ich euch sagen: 
Der meuchelte sein Bruderskind, 
Wollte selbst die Krone tragen. 
Die Krönung ward mit Prangen 
Auf Liffey-Schloß begangen. 
O Irland! Irland! warest du so blind? 

Der König sitzt um Mitternacht 
Im leeren Marmorsaale, 
Sieht irr in all die neue Pracht, 
Wie trunken von dem Mahle; 
Er spricht zu seinem Sohne: 
"Noch einmal bring die Krone! 
Doch schau, wer hat die Pforten aufgemacht?"

Da kommt ein seltsam Totenspiel, 
Ein Zug mit leisen Tritten, 
Vermummte Gäste groß und viel, 
Eine Krone schwankt inmitten; 
Es drängt sich durch die Pforte 
Mit Flüstern ohne Worte; 
Dem Könige, dem wird so geisterschwül. 

Und aus der schwarzen Menge blickt 
Ein Kind mit frischer Wunde; 
Es lächelt sterbensweh und nickt, 
Es macht im Saal die Runde, 
Es trippelt zu dem Throne, 
Es reichet eine Krone 
Dem Könige, des Herze tief erschrickt. 

Darauf der Zug von dannen strich, 
Von Morgenluft berauschet, 
Die Kerzen flackern wunderlich, 
Der Mond am Fenster lauschet; 
Der Sohn mit Angst und Schweigen 
Zum Vater tät sich neigen, – 
Er neiget über eine Leiche sich.

𝐸𝒹𝓊𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝑀ö𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒 (1804 - 1875), 𝒹𝑒𝓊𝓉𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝐸𝓇𝓏ä𝒽𝓁𝑒𝓇, 𝐿𝓎𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓇 𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒟𝒾𝒸𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇

par interim

This one was a joy to make. Lots of analog goodies for your earbuds.

Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Happy holidays and happy new year!

Many thanks to the bot that came up with the art.

Sunshade

Coulda been a line on a map...nearly 
invisible - yea
I coulda been that
and I might've been the rod that takes the lick o lightnin
and I might've been caught
cause my grip has been tightening
waitin on the thunder clap
and the wrath of god
O whoa woa
coulda been...coulda been...all of that
but instead I'm the inch worm...inching along
nearly invisible...yea
just inching my way cross this iron horse highway
and it's almost biblical...the proportions
conveyed...cause that horse is a giant
a goliath to my dave
yea
awwww yea
coulda been coulda been all that
O
could've been a line on a map
nearly invisible...yea
I coulda been that

Coulda Been

The myth of the Moon Hare reflects ancient beliefs. Pagans believed that seeing a moon gazing hare would bring growth, re-birth, and abundance, new-beginnings and good fortune. Sit back and enjoy!

Moon Hare

The title of the music is appropriateness(=^ェ^=)

He has no spirit―no pluck.

"Foxy Friday" is the 2nd track off the upcoming monthly compilation/album.

LYRICS

Can I be your recipe, make this night so heavenly
Girl you taste like ecstasy, And it feels right, so right
We party till the break of dawn
We’re laughing cuz the night is young
So dj play our favorite song, all night long, so long

Uuuuuuuuu, I love the way you shake that
Uuuuuuuuu, it’s a foxy Friday throwback
Uuuuuuuuu, I love the way you shake that
Uuuuuuuuu, it’s a foxy Friday takeout

Can I be your everything, not another fantasy
Keep on dropping bombs on me,
It’s a foxy Friday night, so right?
Drifting through the galaxy, I’m loving your mentality
We’re burning up this chemistry, and it’s so right, so right

Uuuuuuuuu, I love the way you shake that
Uuuuuuuuu, it’s a foxy Friday throwback
Uuuuuuuuu, I love the way you shake that
Uuuuuuuuu, it’s a foxy Friday takeout

Can I be your destiny, can I be your melody
If loving you’s a felony, I gladly take the penalty
3 years in jail means nothing to me
Can I be your Malibu, Can I be your can I be your Pikachu
That’s the way that all the boys get into you
I try to cover up but it’s a lovely view
This like a murder scene
I’m running out of bleach I gotta wipe it clean
Taking cheap shots on a trampoline
Got me trick and treating like it is Halloween

Martini Avenue

Foxy Friday

Born in Lagos, Nigeria, raised in Italy and now based in London, Lewisland is a self taught musician, rapper, multi-instrumentalist and producer.

Lewisland blends vintage analog sounds with digital frequencies to create real life anthems. ﻿Raised on Marvin Gaye and Anita Baker, Lewisland is on a soulful mission of exploring untold stories and painting unseen pictures through music.

Foxy Friday

Lewisland ™

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