Song about a guy called Benny sitting in his room with his expensive painting and Siamese cat.

Benny's Dorm

Benny's Dorm (demo)

Fear

Songs from a destination

Cloudy Skies

Get High

Go to the SoundCloud

Reload

Here are some JAM/Q95 cuts sung by Top Format for the European market in the 90s. In Dutch, German, Icelandic, Portugese and Norwegian.

JAM Jingles Q95/WKQI in Europe

We recorded this using collaborative software that enabled us all to create together without being in the same room. This song is a celebration of what you can achieve in the face of adversity and it demonstrates the strength, resilience and power of music that remains unfaded despite what ever happens to be happening in the wider world. 

Massive credit goes to Jenni Grossmann for working long hours to get all the players together and for bringing the project from concept to completion with style and for making the video, which at first was funny, but then turned into something else (link to the video below) 

Further thanks goes to Guy Burton who did a long night at a mixing desk patching the pieces together and to Vikram Subhedar for mastering and polishing away the rough edges. Then to all the players 

Ash, Bev, Chloe, Chris, Colin,  Cornelia, Doug, Fiona, Guy, Jean, Jenni, Lu, Naresh, Pete, Sophia, Ruthie, Tomás, Vic, Vikram S, Yas.

TGS Records is a community of musicians that like creating original material (this one time being the exception). All musicians met through the Guitar Social.

Video to this song https://vimeo.com/494086893

Fairytale Of New York (TGS Records Lockdown 2020 Version)

Into Place

This is part of the album/playlist "Hindsight" https://soundcloud.com/jenni-grossmann/sets/hindsight 

A song about old friendships never forgotten.

Hindsight

Sometimes

This is part of the album/playlist "Hindsight" https://soundcloud.com/jenni-grossmann/sets/hindsight 

Many thanks to James for suggesting to get rid of the second half of the chorus - which I kind of followed, but not really all the way through :)

Meant To Me

When they made you there was nothing in your eyes,
You contain it, with tomorrow in your lies.
Smiles to fake it, but you tell me you’re alright,
Can’t mistake it, I can see you’re in disguise. 

You know what flowers taste like here because you put them in the ground,
The clouds slow down to show me now, you shot me full of holes, you shot me full of holes. 

Alone, I’m walking, just my legs here in the sand.
Silver medal, a frustrated yesterday’s man. 
A joke, a warning, like a statue, fallen down. 
I can’t contain it, but you tell me that’s alright

You know what flowers taste like here because you put them in the ground,
The clouds slow down to show me now, you shot me full of holes, you shot me full of holes. 
My feet can’t touch the ground right now, with all the words that spin around, 
The clouds slow down to show me now, you shot me full of holes, you shot me full of holes.

What is it, this thing, to me?

Dream it, build it, burn it, to the ground, 
Dream it, build it, burn it, to the ground, 
Dream it, build it, burn it, to the ground, 
regret repeat, recycle again. 
Dream it, build it, burn it, to the ground, 
Dream it, build it, burn it, to the ground, 
Dream it, build it, burn it, to the ground, 
regret repeat, recycle again.
 
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[Spoken word part]
Paralysed by our own insignificance, unable to move
We let our mind wander freely between the stars
In this seemingly endless paradox, a void that is full
As are our hearts and minds
Why are we here?
Who created who?
Or what? Or why?
Is the nebula a physical manifestation of a thought?
Do we explore outside of ourselves, or inside?
Trapped in a prison of trying to understand that which is beyond our grasp
Yet we reach for it still, teetering on the edge of the precipice
Existence is futile yet we still crave immortality
Searching for the truth of an answer to an unasked question
Is this a dreamless sleep, or a sleepless dream?

Then we see it, like a jewel, like a dream
A place so perfect for us, it makes us weep
Is this what all the searching has been for?
Did we somehow know it was here or did we just believe?
In this untouched paradise, so fresh and green
A world wrapped in cellophane for us to reveal
Yet somewhere in the glorious forests that cover the land
There is a clearing in the trees
Fallen statues lay upon the ground
They hide their crumbling faces shamefully in the dirt
Or stare lifelessly at the vastness above
Their limbs entangled by snaking vines
The moss grows like a tumour on their exposed bodies
As nature reclaims the world of the arrogant
Is this our past, or our future?

Get High

Lucoline