Chill-out / Electro

The best tracks of the friends and residents of Meticulous Midgets anti-label (http://stopcran.ru)
☀ In rotation on the radio http://mitota.club ☀ About: stopcran.ru/blog/2020-07-29-200

Thanks for sharing!

Meticulous Midgets Magazine 2020: https://meticulousmidgets.bandcamp.com/album/meticulous-midgets-magazine-2020

HIT-PARADE: all №1 (august 2020)

Dishing Out The Appreciation: Thanks for all your awesome playlists and comments on You Listen!

The Pop Up Kitchen of Music: 20 fabulous songs from the SoundCloud community

Предлагаем вашему вниманию песню, которая решает все проблемы. Целебный эффект основывается на избавлении от желаний, которые, как известно, являются причиной страданий. Песня также интересна тем, что при всей своей сверхфизической мощи скромно хранится в спичечном коробке. Посмотреть >>>  http://jasny-svetly.ru/load/59-1-0-127

Успокоить этот день / To calm this day

Une mazurka de cinéma : elle va progressivement d'un dialogue un peu en pointillés, un peu hésitant, vers un baiser en contre-jour sur fond de soleil couchant dans la dernière partie. 
- Guitare solo Gibson Les Paul Studio.
- Guitare folk Taylor C414-CE
- Basse Hohner fretless 5 cordes
- Roland-Di pour les violons.
Composée et enregistrée au studio "Le Chant des Puces".

Mazurkool (Instr.)

This must be from the 70s. Copy of a song written by Shane Love Appling.

Album

LaterTonight

- Bass fretless 5 strings Hohner (ce grave... <3 )
- 1 piano & 2 synths Roland Juno Di
- 1 synth Steinberg
- Drums Steinberg

All rights reserved.

Sous la pluie / Under the rain (Instr.)

Angoisse et confinement.

Composé et enregistré à mon studio "Le Chant Des Puces".

Cocoon I (Instr.)

Le deuxième titre du confinement : après le calme du choc initial (https://soundcloud.com/jlucb/cocoon) , le pétage de plombs ;-)

- Guitares folk Taylor C-314 et Taylor C-414
- Guitare électrique Ibanez Blazer 1984 sur ampli Line 6 Spider V
- Basses Ibanez SD Gr fretless jouée au médiator et Hohner JJ-Bass frettée 
- Synthé Halion et sons de batterie GA 4 Steinberg.
- Hupupa epops enregistrée à la maison.

Composé et enregistré à mon studio "Le Chant Des Puces".

Cocoon II (Instr.)

- Guitare folk : Taylor C-414 captée en acoustique
- Basse fretless : active 5 cordes Hohnner sur DI-box
- Piano et strings : expandeur XV-5050 Roland
- Arpégiateur : VSTi Retrologue Steinberg
- Batterie : VSTi Groove Agent IV Steinberg.
- Crotales et triangle : vrais instruments en métal (resp. bronze et acier).

See the playlist Cocoon : https://soundcloud.com/jlucb/sets/confinons

Enregistré et mixé dans mon studio.

Cocoon IV - Libération (Ballade instr.)

Cooking up the heat and boogie woogie with John. I had two things on my mind writing these lyrics ~ memories of working in a hotel in London when the chef set up a wooden chopping board at the far end of the kitchen, and expertly threw knives at it from the other end when he got pissed off with somebody ~ and seeing all my SoundCloud friends who also regularly burn their dinners when "just nipping back" to adjust a track they are recording :-D
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmr7HfkkvcI

John Laurence: piano & instrumental composition https://soundcloud.com/john-poletti
Chris Okunbor: vocals, harp, lyrics, vocal composition

Available on all streaming services.

Troubles in the Kitchen

Troubles In The Kitchen ~ Chris O & John Laurence (Video link in notes)

In many comments I am often compared with great male musicians. There are references to the Beatles, to Pink Floyd, sometimes also to Bob Dylan or Rio Reiser. 
However, three outstanding female artists have influenced me in my musical work: 
Carole King's unique compositions on her century album "Tapestry" have inspired me to create my first own melodies;
Patti Smith's overwhelming poetic language gave me the impetus to create my own lyrics;
And finally, Joni Mitchell's highly original guitar playing encouraged me to develop my own way of playing guitar.
With "My Musical Mother" I create my own personal (musical) monument to these three brilliant women.    

My Musical Mother

I wander within me back to an earlier time
About 12 years old, not yet ready to live
Often lost and alone, frozen inside myself

Often lay awake at night, afraid of life
Life seemed like a boomerang
Who's gonna hit me with three 
Penalties every time I made a wish roll

When I was that lonely, she came to me
Sat down at the piano just for me
Played beautifully: "You've got a friend"

Stroke me gently over my hair
Was just there for me
Held me out with my whole soul robe

Ooh Carole King
You and Tapestry
That struck me full, these splendid melodies

You taught me to 
Listen carefully

You’re definetly my Musical Mother for me

You put melodies in my head
But I still couldn't think of words
My language: Shallow and gray 
The first lyrics: Kitschy and tepid

Then I was 15, hanging out with my stoner boyfriend
On the turntable "Horses" spinning around
And I thought, "Damn, she's pronouncing it" 

I read her poems, she whispered to me 
The pictures in my ears, she opened the door for me 
To the poetry

To words that caress, to phrases that cry 
To rhymes in which the world shakes for a moment
And everything Dead rises again

Ooh Patti Smith
Through you my soul finally spoke to me
I developed a sense for word and a feeling for language
My first lyrics on the wall
As written by a magic hand

You’re definitely my Musical Mother for me

Now I had the sounds and the lyrics
But one instrument was missing until the end
I often lay on my bed
Just hum along in my mind

Until one day, my fat neighbor friend 
Put a guitar around my neck
And showed me how the easiest chords go

A year later he put in a movie of you
You sang to your guitar all by yourself
You had a very unique way 
Of plucking and picking up chords

I didn't know about your early handicap
And took your play with me into my warm bed
Yes I was playfully seduced by you

Ooh Joni Mitchell
You taught me 
That I do not slavishly listen to brave guitar teachers
That I can be inventive
My very own guitar sound

You`re definitely my Musical Mother for me

Oh Carole
Oh Patti
Oh Joni

You are
Yes you are
My Musical Mothers for me

My Musical Mother

Vincent van Gogh passed away July 29th, 1890,
“Vincent’s Letter” was released July 29th, 2020

I figured there’s no better time than 130 years later…

When I was very young, I had dreams about his paintings. 
 His paintings inspired a deep love in me for art at an early age, and I wanted to be a painter like him

 Music won me over, but I remember being about 10 or so - when I first started playing music a lot - and I promised this self-portrait painting of Van Gogh that I’d write a song (or several) for him that a lot of people would hear.  Yea I made a verbal promise to a painting.  
It wasn’t the first or last time...  I was a weird kid.

The funny thing is?  This isn't even Van Gogh, as I much later found out.  It's "Dr. Gatchet", who was a physician who was treating Van Gogh.  Vincent painted him, and they actually look a lot alike!  But I made the promise to this painting, so here it is
   I hope you enjoy it
_____________________________

Vincent’s Letter
____________________
home, it’s a little loud
a love breaks me down every day
a little more, she comes & slips away
my love hurts me now
a little more every day
love simply breaks me down, 
a little more every day
I’m hearing you crying inside,
 why don’t you look outside and find yourself?
I’m trying every day, a little more in every way

my heart, my hands are sleepy
my foot is stomping on the paint
a little love, colors break my heart
a little more every day, 
a little love, comes in breaks my heart
a little more every day
a little love, cousin, breaks my heart
a little more every day

my home, will you break me down?
a little more every day
our love, cousin, breaks me too
a little more every day…
a little home, my!…
crazies out of the sky!
it’s a yellow one!
I’m wondering why?
I got my heart beating still
mixed together with the colors that spill
I got my heart cousin
a little more every day
heavens harps, cousin, come to break me down
a little more every day

Vincent's Letter

Pianocomposition  and arrangement : Classical Glass. https://soundcloud.com/classicalglass-1
Composition for the vocal and vocal: Oddrun Eikli.
Photo Oddrun:  Haworth, West Yorkshire, England,
Poem: by Emily Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848)

Three verses from her poem Stars.

ah, why because the dazzling sun
restored our earth to joy
have you departed , every one,
and left a desert sky

oh stars ,and dreams and gentle night
oh, night and stars return!
and hide me from the hostile light,
that does not warm, but burn.

I turned the pillow, then,
to call back night, and see
Your worlds of solemn light, again,
Throb with my heart, and me!

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

Desert Sky. Classical Glass and Oddrun Eikli

Musique et mixage : J-Luc  https://soundcloud.com/jlucb 
version instrumentale https://soundcloud.com/jlucb/sous-la-pluie-instr
Texte et voix : Luciole Langevine

Seul seul sous la pluie
Seul seul sous le soleil
Seul seul sans un lit
Seul seul sous le ciel

Alors toi toi
Seul sous ton toit
Alors toi toi
Seul entre tes quatre murs
Pense à ceux qui sont seuls
Tout seuls
Dans les rues obscures
Pense à ceux qui sont tout seuls
Dans les rues obscures
Vraiment seuls

Seul
Toi seul
Sous ton toit
Seul seul
Sous la pluie
Seul sans un lit
Toi seul
Entre tes quatre murs
Alors toi toi
Seul sous ton toit
A l'abri de tes quatre murs
Pense à ceux qui tout seuls
Apprivoise la solitude
Laisse la ébranler tes certitudes
Ne gémis pas

(Seul) Sous La Pluie - J - Luc & Luciole Langevine

On The Night From July To August...

Music for vertical trips.

Here's a version featuring Mariam Zohra D : Myrh https://soundcloud.com/myrhyum/firebead-somebodybo-myrh

More photos: https://www.instagram.com/p/CDwMKJkg5kN/

On The Night From July To August

Музыка для наружного применения / Music for external use [real time & field recording 9.05.2020]
https://assemblyofhoney.bandcamp.com/album/music-for-external-use

Global self-isolation records. Music for New Era Meditation.

Музыка для наружного применения / Music for external use

from: Music for external use  [live 9.05.2020]

a sketch..
words iz
have you ever seen an evil hedgehog
crunching away on a slug
thinking up dastardly doings
looking evilly sideways at crumbs
have you ever stopped there to wonder
what goes on beneath spindles and lice
i tell you its all very spikey
i can tell you its not very nice

have you ever even considered
the malevolent fish in your pond
you can bet they are viscous pernicious
they are evil incarnate beyond
just waiting to grow legs and weapons
waiting to swell ounce by ounce
they never do other that evilest wishes
they lay in wait silent to pounce
outside your house

look at the evilest sparrow
eyeing you up from a tree
thinking up plots by the barrow load
devising new ways to kill thee
just you wait till theyve got themselves organised
just you wait till they sort out their crew
wait till there peckers are in your eyes
flapping and twatting at you

stop thinking youre cool
cos youre a fool
mother nature is cruel.

Nature Is Cruel

Watch the video and listen to You Listen while soaking in the vibes of Mexican agriculture circa 1950s here: https://fb.watch/2tXYb4EpAr/

I deeply recognize the disparity in ways natural and human disasters affect different groups of people and the need for greater equality of care. I also recognize that I live with many privileges that others do not have. And with these recognitions, I still believe there is space for us all to have a gratitude practice while passionately endeavoring for positive change.  

I am grateful for all the accumulated creativity and work of our ancestors that lead to the eventual creation of the internet and SoundCloud which has enabled us to remain artistically connected during this period of increased physical isolation. 

May everyone’s seeds be fruitful and multiply.

Jonathan Beckenstein: Rhythm Guitar, Fake Steel Guitar
https://soundcloud.com/jonathan_beckenstein
Calebass: Guitars and Song Art
https://soundcloud.com/calebass
Jon Lock: Bass
https://soundcloud.com/jon-lock-5 
Janine Levinson: Vocals
https://soundcloud.com/janinelevinson
 the Couch King: Lyrics, Vocals, and Production
https://musiciselation.bandcamp.com
Russell Sinfield: Mix, Master, and Campfire Leader
https://soundcloud.com/russell-sinfield
The Chaos Cookhouse: Studio
https://chaoscookhouse.bandcamp.com

Lyrics:

We thank this seed with its potency
To bring forth fruits so copiously
With opened hearts and festivity  
4 20 days of ceremony 
 
You listen
Oh, you listen
We’re thankful that 
You listen

You listen
Yea, you listen
In the morning dew
You glisten

We honor you with crimsoned desire
Following Nanahuatl who jumped in the fire
May your sacrifices continue to inspire
And bring forth gratitude until we expire 

The days are long and the weather is hot
We call on the rains to weather our crops
Bless the labor of men and divined thought 
Honored to sacrifice for all that we got 

We thank this seed with it’s potency
To bring forth fruits so copiously
With opened hearts and festivity  
4 20 days of ceremony 
 
We be handing out the alms for the love of Xipe Totec
Got the gods in the house garlands all around their necks
Sitting on sheaves, leaves of tzapote 
Honoring renewal of life and all that is holy 
Flayed in the way maize loses layers 
With hope of vegetation we given up the prayers
Flayed in the way maize loses layers 
With hope of vegetation we given up the prayers

Jonathan Beckenstein, Janine Levinson, Jon Lock, Russ, Calebass & CK - You Listen

Seed germination and flowering) 🌻

CRAZY COMPASS: Russia Moscow/Penza, Spain, Croatia (summer 2020)

Sergey Kobzev @assembly-of-honey (Moscow, Russia) - drums, bass, flute
Pedro Acevedo / @eco-rem (Avilés, Spain) - jew's-harp
Alexander Bozhday @somebody-bo (Penza, Russia) - mysterious creaks
Samy Ben Rabah @samybr (Near Pazin, Croatia) - mandolin
Nata Boundariver @crazycompass (Moscow, Russia) - singing, drawing

P.S.

Soon the first Crazy Compass CD "Life Tree" will be released on @Meticulous-Midgets: https://crazycompass.bandcamp.com/album/life-tree

download

CRAZY COMPASS planet band - Подсолнух / Sunflower

Amazon

Good Night and Sweet Dreams

Firstly on easy listening 6/4 bars, I cut some notes out of the main theme so as to give it dynamism, and finally obtained a prime amalgam of 17 quarter notes. I hid any recognizable thing in the accompaniment, and for the organic lines (voice and guitars) I tried the strong rhythm would not fix too much the melodies, first paying a lot of attention, and finally ... just letting me go.

Translated lyrics:

Oídos sordos (17 negras)  /  Deaf ears (17 quarter notes)

Quiero gritar todo lo que siento, estando solo;  /   I want to shout out everything I feel, being alone;
pero gritándolo al viento y si no contesta,  /  but shouting it at the wind and if it doesn’t answer,
dime, ¿de qué me sirve? (bis)  /  tell me, how does that help me? (bis)

Todos los vientos conocen mi historia  /  All the winds know my story
pero no hacen nada.  /  but they don’t do anything.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

He estado aquí y allí gritando como un loco,  /  I’ve been here and there screaming like a madman,
pero todo sigue igual.  /  but it’s all the same.
¿Será que no me oyen? (bis)  /  Perhaps they don’t hear me? (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

Ahora sé que no sirve de nada;  /  Now I know it’s no use;
el viento sois todos que callais al verme,  /  all of you are the wind, silent when you see me,
y dejáis que hable y hable,  /  and letting me speak and speak,
y dejáis que hable y hable y hable.  /  and letting me speak and speak and speak.

No creo que vuelva mañana  /  I don’t think I’ll be back tomorrow
a escuchar vuestro silencio.  /  to listen to your silence.
Quiero encontrar a alguien. (bis)  /  I want to find someone. (bis)

Quiero gritar…  /  I want to shout out…

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2013 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)
Image: "Red eared cactus", photo by Ruizzoidman

Oídos sordos (17 negras)

(in frenglish ;-))
Hi to you who pass through this cloud!
What I try to do here:
Receive music, slip words in it, lay emotions through my voice. Create something else by the mix of genres and musical worlds.
It's just exciting and exhilarating, even if I have no singing technique and no good material. 
Thank you to composers / musicians: without what they relate in my ear, I would have nothing to say!
(and of course, if the adventure is wildly, let me know!)

You can also find me here: 
https://soundcloud.com/collab-vasco-luciole                                               
https://soundcloud.com/user-212901076
And there :  https://luciolelangevine.bandcamp.com/music
with              https://luciolelangevine.bandcamp.com/album/poezic-bazart
and               https://luciolelangevine.bandcamp.com/album/aux-amis
Salut à toi qui passe par mon nuage!
Ce que j'essaie de faire ici:
Recevoir des musiques,  y glisser des mots, y poser des émotions à travers ma voix. Créer quelque chose d'autre par le mélange des genres et univers musicaux. C'est juste passionnant et jubilatoire, même si je n'ai pas de technique de chant ni de bon matériel. Merci aux compositeurs/musiciens : sans ce qu'ils me racontent à l'oreille, je n'aurais rien à vous dire !
(et naturellement, si l'aventure vous tente, faites-moi signe !)

Vous pouvez aussi me trouver ici: https://soundcloud.com/collab-vasco-luciole
                                                           https://soundcloud.com/user-212901076
Et là:                   https://luciolelangevine.bandcamp.com/music
avec                           https://luciolelangevine.bandcamp.com/album/poezic-bazart
et                            https://luciolelangevine.bandcamp.com/album/aux-amis