I'm visualizing a tiny band, with the little pretzels singing and playing the keyboard, the tiny plex-whatever guy playing the drums, a miniature wildman windle on the bass guitar, and a regular-sized André 3000 playing the flute... why not?

This is super dope man. Great work.. love your unique style

This is so addictive. Love it Andrew. Thanks for sharing

great sound and vocal..intro to a TV series ..very good

This is an ever-changing playlist of my favorite songs and/or artists peppered all over the SCloud at a given moment. 

The list is loosely sequenced in order of favorites, but every single one of these tracks and artists generates within me a tremendous and equal amount of aural joy, keeping me (mostly) sane whether at home or work.   :D

Current faves found thru SCloud that I can't stop replaying...

This song was written for anyone who is not able to be with the one they love. Being at a distance from a special someone means you have to find ways to stay in touch.

thanks to primcron 100 for writing the instrumental and asking me to sing on it.  The original title was cyber mile and that is how I got the idea for the lyrics. I thought of a couple in love who had to be in a long distance relationship

I wrote and recorded this over a year ago when we were still in lockdown so it really helped me to imagine what this would be like for such a couple.

be sure to support the version my collaborator put out which has over 2200 plays :)

Listen to in touch - The Cyber love ft(Mandy Alicia) by primcron 100 on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/QYBfg

In Touch - primcron 100 ft. Mandy Alicia

A big thank you to https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx for playing nearly all instruments, arranging and mixing, it was a  pleasure to collab.

Lines in inverted commas quote René Girard (1923 - 2015), also the title of the song points to him.

The picture shows a section of a photography showing men at Ascot (taken out of NZZ).

Mimetic Desire

Man is the creature
Man is the creature

„Man is the creature
Who does not know
What to desire,
And he turns to others
In order to make up his mind.“ (2)

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don’t let the blindness guide you
Even if it is full of shiny, 
Mimetic desires

Maybe there is still 
A shadow of a hope out there
Isn’t there still somewhere
A shadow of a hope ?

Let me have it, let me, let me have it
Let me have it, let me, let me have it

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don’t let the blindness guide you
Even if it is full of shiny, 
Sparkling, mimetic desires

„We desire 
What others desire
Because we imitate 
Their desires."

Maybe there is still 
A shadow of a hope out there
Isn’t there still somewhere hanging out
A shadow of a hope ?

Man is the creature…
Man is the creature…

Don't let the darkness blind you
Don't let the blindness guide you
Don’t let the darkness blind you…

Mimetic Desire (ft joerxworx)

Thrift Shop Treasure

Concealed

four track cassette recording, sped up and thinned out.  all musics and stuffs by andrew salvner (aka lil' spaceman)

speedbump

danger, spaceman

Choking Hazard

Hey, glad you dropped by. The New Year is upon us. I wish you a happy year ahead. Yet wishes are as fickle as hopes and dreams, which often conjure up nothing more than a brief feel good moment. I hear people nearby celebrating, as if nothing is wrong in their world, while others are fighting for their very lives, at war, or surviving as best they can in extreme and difficult situations. Those disparities has always haunted me… All I need to do is reflect back to see my own trajectory, much like a shooting star burning through the night sky. So what will the new year bring? This will be my 67th new year, so as you might have guessed, I am somewhat jaded when it comes to the anticipation of living in a better world. What I do have is this simple notion that all of us are moving through time together. In a very real sense, we are time travelers. And yet as time leaps forward, say in a hundred years from now, nearly everyone alive in this moment will have ended their journey, save for a few centenarians. Those tough souls will linger on. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life for what it is, but also realize the its fragility. Maybe these maudlin thoughts have influenced this first song of the new year, maybe not. This song is a loosely woven lyrical tapestry of traveling, living in the moment, having a home, lost love, and stargazing. These days, I am not much of a traveler, as far as geography goes. I haven’t been out of the county here for quite some time. Some find that shocking. Others find it sad. I find it to be wonderfully grounding. There are places I’d like to go, but I find I can be wowed by the world right here in the now. In a sense, my daydreams of traveling contain a timeless place. Yet, places do change over time. I did not grow up in this place, and have struggled to make it my home. When I do venture out, I often find the last leg of the journey back home to be the most difficult. It is as if the journey to one place ends, and another journey back begins, even though in essence, it is the same journey. And no matter where I go, I always look up at the stars. They remind me of the places I have been, and the people I have known. Some have left an indelible mark on me. I sometimes want to travel back to see them, but then realize the improbabilities of doing so. Like places, those circumstances have changed. It is then, I take a deep breath, or sometimes sigh, and head back inside my home. Mark

Lammbone's Album

Home

prepared piano, flute, guitar & volume pedal, tape loops, oven grate, vocals, polymoog.

performed and produced by naldo & guillaume

AI cover art by steve davy

Hong Kong Storm

(Free WAV Download available here under '••• More'; and eventually as part of my BandCamp PWWO #07 album)

Happy 2023 everyone. I hope your year is starting off positive, creative and brimming with potentiality. Mine has definitely begun on a high note, getting to collab with our dear friend Carlos Vivanco (https://soundcloud.com/carlosvivanco-1, https://carlosvivanco1.bandcamp.com/). And after a full year of music lessons with this kind and generous soul, I’m finally feeling quite good about my music theory and piano skills (knowing full well, this is just me happily floating on the tip of the proverbial music theory/musical instrument iceberg). :)

This one in particular (for those of you who might be interested in the specifics) started with Carlos providing an impressively wild drum track, and a warm, rich bass track playing Ostinato in E (I wasn’t familiar with that term at first. But it means playing a singular note rhythm as a foundation for the rest of the song). From there, E Aeolian (or Natural Minor) felt like it provided the nicest fit to Carlos’s stems. I was able to play out many of the melodies you hear in this song with just a few takes, and very minor MIDI note adjustments after the fact. That is exciting beyond words.

So without further delay, I joyfully offer you my first collab of 2023 with one of the coolest folks you’ll find in this grand music community. Carlos and I hope you enjoy ‘The Nine Sentinels of Aeolis’. :)

PWWO07

The Nine Sentinels Of Aeolis | Carlos Vivanco & GrevusAnjl

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
______________________________________________________________________

Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

ON PARLE DE NOUS

ON PARLE DE NOUS (Chanson Française)

High on Eagles wings.  Ft. Lioness Pinky🇯🇲

This song is best ingested in conjunction with its symbiotic Music Video as part of a complete breakfast: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=02yvaKW0YiM

"My oh my" is what You say
when the strifes of life at last give way
to a moment with a slow decay
where freedom sings its soft hooray

This song was inspired by a journey I took, a process of discovery and healing, of hope and vigilance, of pain and sweet empowerment, and of freedom! The journey never ends (it goes on and on and on and on!! hehehe)

The song is dedicated to my Myo guide, Jessica, who inspired me, educated me, aided me, and encouraged me with tenacious tact and outstanding optimism. Thank You so so much Jessica! :) This video contains a few servings of my current levels of joy and liberation thanks to You hahahah

Within the lyrics are many wink-winks and nudge-nudges for any Myologists out there, or any fellow Myofunctional journeyers and tongue-tied alums. ;)

Let this also be a gentle advocation for myofunctional therapy for anyone who it may benefit, and a solid recommendation to contact Jessica at https://www.opusom.com/ if You do decide to tread that path.

A few production notes, the drum kit is entirely comprised of samples I recorded of my own mouth-sounds, a tedious process, but I've always wanted to try it and this song presented the perfect thematic opportunity!
For longtime fans, the video features some old familiar faces, Loveman (from the 'Let Me Love You' video) and Funkman (from 'In A Funk' fame), they were more than pleased to join me in singing and dancing to this track!
And lastly, this has been my first attempt at such sneaky video editing techniques, it was quite marvellously fun and edifying to spend some time and effort creating and learning new techniques :D

Thank You to family, friends, fans, and all who support and encourage my creativity,

May this song represent a morsel of my(o) Love for You

<3

Lyrics:

//

For anybody feeling weak, (So damn tired)
Getting tired of losing sleep, (We've tried)
There's no use in grinded teeth, (Go take five)
Lets put our tongues up in our cheeks (For a while)

My oh my
say goodbye
to all ties
That been holdin us down
Myo Myo My
We could float into the sky
Make our way where the birds fly
Bound for the unbound
myoymyoymyoymyoo
clip the string on the yoyo
let it spin let it go for a roll
From the floor to the rooftop
mymymymymomyomoymoyoo
Open up and let the tongue grow
Big smile let the gum show
yeah, that hits the spot

We're losing air far from our peaks, (Deprived)
But I heard about a cave where we can breathe (Let's get inside)
Right beneath our nose, too close to speak it (We a little shy)
We seal our lips closed like it's our little secret (And we smile)

Myo Myo My,
Say Goodbye,
To all ties
From the floor to the rooftop
Myo Myo My,
We could float into the sky,
Make our way where the birds fly,
Yeah, that's the spot.

We climb high finding the sweet-eet-eet spot
We fly by smiling at used rooftops

//

xoxo

Official Music Video

Myo Myo

“Silas”

Silas
While you were sleeping last night
I had a vision
So real I shook with fright
My room was a prison
Whose key was lost in my mind
I searched all, blindly
But felt nothing to find

How can I convey to you
What came to me immediately
When reason and words defy
If I were you, I’d doubt it, too
But it was no dream or fantasy
I saw it true as I do you
About this I’d never lie

Silas
Can’t you believe me, my friend
I am no zealot
Nor are my wits at their end
There came a sheriff
Whose open mouth shone a light
He lit inside me
And I saw him the Christ

How can I convey to you
What came to me immediately
When reason and words defy
You say my mind has become skewed
But such is said too easily
Harder to accept the truth
From across the great divide

He set me free
He is the key
He came to me
He heard my plea / He is alive

How can I convey to you
What came to me immediately
When reason and words defy
Would my joy could pass to you
But it came to me unwantedly
I resisted like a restless fool
But he’s changed my very mind

- - -
Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy

Silas

PATERNITY


if you’re going down
down onto the sea
don’t leave without me


boarded up the house
threw away the keys
blown down to my knees


once we lived as a family
splendid circle of three


fifth of bourbon won’t
kill the memories
what you meant to me


memory of a family
partner, kiddo and me:
rocky beach and light house beam
counting rabbits in sunset dream


once we lived as a family
splendid circle of three


if you’re going down
down into the mud
don’t leave without me

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Thanks to Janine Levinson, Wheelwright and David Weiss for early listening 
and encouragement.

Paternity

Is anyone still out there?
Well hello there if you are taking some of your valuable time to read this! As the lyrics to this (probably)final song say, its been a long while……
The last time I checked into Soundcloud was maybe last December, wow…. 
I packed up for a holiday in Hawaii, ran the Honolulu Marathon, watched a volcano erupt, cast my dog’s ashes into a lava field and drank a tropical island's worth of cocktails while watching the sunset with my wife. And then returned a few weeks later decidedly unenthused about the Cat and my collaborator.
Gina had been making noises about returning to an on again / off again musical partner. That wasn’t unexpected and was actually a bit of a relief as I hadn’t been enjoying this for a while. Our last few songs had been tortuous to finish, including this one which was finally finished I think way back in October 2022.
Cat Came Back was always a lot like an arranged marriage - nothing at all in common but we kind of made it work 3 minutes at a time. But by late last year, it had become very hard work. And as you fellow Soundclouders know, outside of personal satisfaction, the rewards for all of that hard work are not very large. So, if the personal satisfaction is gone, there’s not a lot left to motivate oneself. 
In addition to that, there were a few rather large elephants in the room regarding my collaborator that I won't go into but nevertheless constantly weighed very heavily on my mind throughout our time together and I was finding these increasingly difficult to continue to ignore for the sake of making music together.
So anyway, when I returned a perhaps brief hiatus accidentally turned into this - silence for what, 7-8 months? Haven’t picked up an instrument in all that time and they currently sit in my garage gathering dust. Took up Chess, what a rabbit hole that is! Continued running. Listening as always to a lot of old jazz. Continued seemingly never ending renovations to my house. Spent a lot of time with my lifelong friend, William Styron’s Black Dog, as a matter of fact he's here sitting right by my side now. 
So what now? I sat down a few days back and listened to a few things that were unfinished as of late last year. Maybe its time to start again. Find a new collaborator or two? Anyone know anyone who might be a match?
In the meantime I’ll dip my toe in and check out what some of my favourite Soundclouders have been up to while I was away. I'm sure I've missed out on some really great stuff.

Minor Exotica (Turned To Black)

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

Worst poet wanna-being worster singsong-person. 

Lost to learning. Living the attempt.

danger, spaceman

lil' spaceman

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