Glitchy Jazz Lounge

All we can tell you for sure is that this is not your big brothers dubstep. Yes it's 140 BPM, yes it has a drop or two, but this masterpiece by Mr. Bill and Virtual Riot creates something rare and amazing for the genre. A fork in the road that will inspire what is coming next.

For some reason Virtual Riots version and the version on Beatport is 5:30, but my version is 6:02. I'm not sure why...

Beatport: www.beatport.com/release/thwek/1301136


Mr. Bill & Virtual Riot - Thwek

Small clip preview Mp3 of out latest concept in Jazz based House and Funk fusion with live organ work and other instrumental jams for the soul and mind. 
Out now on Juno Digital in full 24 bit wave or high quality mp3.

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Attenuate - Part Two (Dub Jazz Mix) mp3 clip - now on Juno

Years ago, my brothers and I had spent several weeks getting my dad's house ready to sell after he had passed. I was in the realtor's office ready to sign the paper work when the prospective buyers asked why I wasn't buying the house I grew up in.  I said (not thinking) "Too many ghosts".  The realtor immediately jumped in and said, "he means memories" to which I smiled confirming the needed clarification:)  It does beg the question however, how many "ghosts" haunt our lives; bad decisions, fractured relationships, things we did or failed to do.  I have found hope and forgiveness in the Christian faith, others have found healing in the passing of time, others still carry a heavy burden of what could have been or should have been.  Peter explores the theme in poignant verse to Seagull's quixotic soundtrack.  I am honored to  contribute a few colors to the tapestry;)
Acoustic guitars left & right; David Dunham; @david-dunhamuser589535203
Superb Poetry/Lyrics, Narration; Peter the Poet; soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks
Master of the music, lead guitar solo, mix & production;  Seagull @farout-music-studio
Wonderful voice: Clara Sorace
Track art: Bing images
Ghost of a Sense:

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss,
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past,
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there,
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare,
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
.......some worthwhile inner self.

Ghost of a Sence (Seagull, Peter, David)

John Carpenter’s minimalist masterpiece transformed for the Nighty Night Nightmares ball - icy synths layered with processed orchestral strings and dark percussion, fusing vintage horror minimalism with modern electronic madness.

Halloween Theme

Schlammfresser

C'mon....pack yer bags and let's go travelin'    😎

© 2025  Sparky Bonehead

World Jet Airlines

made with stylophone, pump organ, zoom h1, and NCH

just playin around with the stylophone and the pump organ

Let your wild moves run free, no rules needed. Halloween is just around the corner!

Wild Dance

Vocals by SUNI @suni-mp3
Sounds by Box Number Twelve
Image by SUNI

Style

Hey… Thanks for dropping by. As a young boy, around sixty years ago, I used to like to listen to old people as they rambled on with stories about their lives. I really enjoyed those stories. I am an old man now, and I tend to ramble on, as well. This song is about that…. as I wake up to a chilly autumn morning. I have been busy ‘buttoning things up’ for winter. Collecting seeds, preparing garden beds, raking leaves, moving stuff inside, winterizing my home, getting winter gear ready, and other such sundry tasks, some of which I had forgotten about, like filling a tub with gardening soil and compost for planting seeds next spring. So I put the tub right by my front door. Ha. I have mixed feelings about heading into another long mountain winter. Throw old age into the mix and boy, am I having fun. I have also been sitting outside quietly, as flocks of birds fly by. Some flocks temporarily stop here to rest and feed, before winging off. It is fascinating to watch the dynamics of the flocks and how different kinds of birds interact. There are high flying geese, cranes and ducks overhead as well. All those birds are vocal, and when I am outside working, I tend to whistle along with them. They don’t seem to mind. The relative harmonious balance of it all is so refreshing to watch. Although a robin, or two, in the mountain ash always seems to be chasing other robins away from the berry laden tree. There are more berries in that tree than all those robins could ever eat, and I watch as the chased away robins sneak back into the tree. Some older birds die here in the yard, as they are no longer up for the long migration ahead. Sad to see. I often find one or two of them, dead each year, huddled peacefully in the deep grass, or hidden elsewhere. It has also snowed several times here in October… Hope you’re doing well. Mark  

Autumnal Ramblings Of An Old Man

Remixes

Northside Storyteller (Remix 2025)

Optimistic nihilism with sloppy guitar  banging and  strained vocals..scared the dog into the closet
vocal samples Tim Matheson and John Belushi from the movie  Animal House (1978) opens the song, and Mickey Rourke, doing his best Bukowski imitation from the movie Barfly (1987) ends it
...this point about pointless....that's all I got.....

Sometimes Futile and Stupid Is All That I Got

Sometimes futile and stupid, is all that I've got
This dabble in dead-end, a root in the rot
My point about pointless
Yeah, I'm taking a shot
Let's go, let's go, let's go 

You know futile and stupid, it's fearless and free
Original thinker meets the bastard in me
Stop banging your head
We can run with John B
Let's go, let's go, let's go

My Titanic tune is sinking
I'll keep playing all the while
You wonder what's that shit I'm drinking
Here's to all my friends 
As we go down in style

Sometimes futile and stupid is the best way to roll
If you cut me some slack, I'll dig you a hole
A whole lot of nothing
All poetic patrol
Let's go, let's go, let's go

Break

But I just keep on singing
With my doomed and dumbstruck smile
See the chaos choir clinging
To all my friends
As we shove off in style

All this futile and stupid, it ain't that bad
The effort is key, the failure so rad
Our rush and our roar 
Beats brilliant and sad
Let's go, let's go, let's go 

Sometimes futile and stupid, it's all that we got
To make it, you break it, put pointless in plot
Cause trying means flying
Yes half-baked is hot
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Sometimes stupid and futile
Is all you need to know



Sometimes Futile and Stupid Is All That I Got

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