Super …. delightfully delicate and understated

An impeccable composition, full of essence and good taste. It touches the soul, very few people can do that, and you do it.

Excellent composition, Paul-Maurice. Really enjoyed it.

Extremely well composed, you have classical music down to a science

Damn, this is incredible composed....the delicate touch of the piano and then when it calls for higher dynamics, the notes are clear and loud, perfect melody work, masterfully composed Paul-Maurice!

I decided to begin my journey into your songs with this one... thinking about the delicacy and smooth finish of a strand of pearls resting around a neck. This emotively composed and played piece conveys exactly the loveliness I expected it to... so Divinely done.

I love the emotional swirl you create. Wonderful!

Never Red Moon Rise

Phoenix Lights

Just to see you

A little rock song about a fighter pilot - on one last flight.
Written by: TG March/April 2022
Cover art: World War II Research from the US Center for Naval Analysis
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Featuring: The Gatsbys
A HUGE thank you to Dirk Taubenheim for agreeing to work on this song. 

Mix 1: May 16, 2022
Thanks to Rene and Jeff for feedback on the first mix. Always appreciate that. 

Mix 2: May 26, 2022
Thanks again to Eddie Ciletti for the mix tips!

Technical Details
Recorded at Princeton Studio

Tim's Guitars
Rhythm1: Gibson ES 335
Lead1: Les Paul Standard

Dirk’s guitars
Rhythm and lead: Epiphone EJ 200
Rhythm: Rickenbacker 360
Bass: Rocktile (Rickenbacker copy)

Mics: 
Neumann TLM 67 main vocals
Rode M3 background vocals and acoustic guitars
Drums: arranged by TG
Software: Pro Tools
Vocals: TG
Backing vocals: DT

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. 
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Just to see you

Lyrics
Verse 1
One last flight
I think I’ll check my vital signs
Before I strap in for the ride
And in my mind
You’re the fear I cannot hide
When I’m flying across the sky

Refrain 1
Just to see you, Again
Just to see you, Again

Verse 2
Enemy lines
I think I’ll drop my last goodbye
and find my way back to you
I can’t un-see 
All the things you made me be
I’m coming home back to you

Refrain 2
Just to see you, Again
Just to see you, Again

Outro
One last flight
One last flight
And I’ll see you, AGAIN
Just to see you, Again
Just to see you, Again
One last flight, Again
Just to see you, AGAIN
Just to see you, AGAIN

Just to see you (ft. The Gatsbys)

Another Morry original. Kids going off to college and transitioning through high school, so hoping to get together in Aug or Sept to be able to post more. Hope all our SC friends are doing well!

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Same Old Dance

the lovely Belle on flute
Straddie at full moon

can you hear that sound

high above the full moon glows
throwing shadows on the world below
far below

can you hear that sound
rising up with the northern wind
climbing up to heaven on high

maybe it's the sound
turns it all around
maybe it's the mood
you do

we'll be coming off high
as the innocence dies
we'll be running on low
as we hit the open road

something tells me that it don't get better than this right now


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C_HpsMZXiPQ

sound

Struggling to extricate yourself from some awful mess of life and circumstance (relationship?)Free? Feels like it, sometimes, until freedom starts to feel an awful lot like falling down. Still, whatever we choose, the choice to be free, to soar, to coast, or to fall down, is in your hands.

* I always loved Tom Petty and his Free Fallin'. Maybe that was in the back swirling around.?

                                                Free, Falling Down

I’m free… falling down…I’m free…falling down
Never felt this good to be living my life…
Never felt this way,  good to be giving it up…
Left it all behind, I’m going on my own…
I’m spreading my wings

As autumn falls and the leaves do curl
Throw this drowning man… a heavy stone…
A heavy stone
Ah summoning the North winds, a hard brick in soft felt
The world has lungs…that are fit to burst
The world is a mighty fist…in your hands
The world is a fragile fist …in your hands…in your hands!

In your hands… Whoa! 
(Im free…falling down)
It’s in your hands … Whoa!
Never felt this good to be living my life…
Never felt this way, good to be giving this up…
Left it all behind, I’m going on my own…
I’m spreading my wings.

Well who made the world mad?
Was it us? That twisted the five fingers of continents?
Fingers of continents
Hold the world for what it’s worth, 
Don’t let your spoon stir the pot…in reverse

In your hands…In your hands   (I’m free)
It’s in your hands…

Wigmore-: Music, guitars, chorus lyrics, lead vocals (chorus)/backing vocals, mixing,production
Allen:  bass, lyrics for verses, vocals (verses)/backing vocals

Test It To Destruction

Free, Falling Down

A cool collaboration a few years back with the gracious & gifted Vocalatti and Jorge Stohwasser
Lyrics by Janice Slater and Vocalatti
Sax solo and final master by Jorg Stohwasser
Vocals Video and music by Vocalatti
(c) ASCAP APRA AMCOShttps://open.spotify.com/track/0DgpnlmyChnVXUmSwGlLK0?si=d9603936597d4244

Living In the Sun by Vocalatti (ft arterial flow)

Campers  

My parents were campers, we wandered around
We washed in the river and slept on the ground
With a kerosine lantern to see by at night 
And aluminum cups full of Crystal Delight

They’re all gone forever after only awhile
To me it was not about nothing
It was more than a signature style

I gave him a hundred, which was all that I got
I fired her up and I drove off the lot
She was painted by hand, but tipping the scales
Was a sticker that showed my concern for the whales

She’s all gone forever after only awhile
To me she was not about nothing
She was more than a signature style

My mind is in order my soul is inspired
In robe and in sandals I’m simply attired
And I live in this place with these brothers of mine
Where we think, and we pray, and we fast all the time

Till we’re all gone forever after only awhile
To me it is not about nothing
It’s more than a signature style

Copyright Scott Culver Thomson

Campers

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.
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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)

Quietly she maketh pearls

Passepied

Passepied - For Piano & Flute - Suite Bergamasque - Claude Debussy

Piano mostly. Original compositions.
Paul Maurice Roche,
Leamington Spa, United Kingdom.

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My favourite pianist (by a considerable margin) is Murray Perahia.

Quietly she maketh pearls

Paul Maurice Roche, Composer

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