Happy

Words I never thought I would have to write.

The great eSyrup, Thom Palumbo has tragically left us.
I am heartbroken. He has been a frequent collaborator and loyal correspondent over the last ten years. When I play guitar, I think of him and whether he would like it. When I write, I imagine his reaction. And now he is gone. He achieved his lifelong ambition of returning to Maine to live over the last few weeks. I was so proud he had done it. I had hoped for more of his time, his music and his humour. An incredible man.

We never met, but we had an uncanny connection. This was done but not finished nearly six years ago, in December 2017. Life and stuff got in the way. Time was our only enemy and sadly a cruel one.

Please listen to his fantastic legacy here and appreciate his beautiful art 
https://soundcloud.com/esyrup

Released with kind permission from David - I thank you and salute you.

Hedd, perfaith hedd, cariad

Be good

Nick

All other instruments - Thom
Guitars  - Nick

Pic: https://www.terragalleria.com/index.html

In Loving Memory Of ESyrup (Thom) - ESyrup and Nicholas Ridiculous

A 9/8 beat with dire tones, Due or Die is an existential motivational speech; the head coach portends the fate of the team. Just before the end of a game, the story unfolds in due time. To get what one is due, or die in the act of attempting to attain or obtain what was originally thought to be rightfully theirs (perceived or otherwise), is the message in toto. It is the protagonist of the story who is listening most intensely and intently to the coach, but unfortunately does not make the big momentous play and fails the attempt in a calamitous fashion.

LYRICS:
Heave-ho
Leave room
Don't show
Bare bone

Unrest, for a success
Rewind, laxing all night
No show, time is slow
Trials end, overflow

Facing up and down, around
What's in it to lose
Racing side to side, how bout
We won't rise to you

Last play
Honours made
Take it to a task
Soaking, awry,
Due or Die

Heave-ho
Leave room
Don't show
Bare bone

Tire-pulling hurricane
Painful fight for glory
Create need to profess
Shove off upon ground

Tracing back and fourth, reward
Fend off rivalry
Making haste against a foe
Iron undertow

Last play
Honours made
Take it to a task
Soaking, alive,
Due or Die

Due or Die

Reworked this, just on instinct.

@rick-4-1 Cov Drums
@phil-mcwalter The Other Cov Stuff (inc vinyl mix)

Fun and games

Spotify

Fun and Games

My dear Wivresse wrote a beautiful text on one of my old tracks. May her poetry rejoice Malacath !

Orc Poetry of Metal and Fire (Wivresse & HyLGZ22)

February brings a slower, pensive, ballad from the WAG fellas. Perhaps we're feeling a little sentimental, or reflective in the bleak midwinter?  Maybe it is the approach of Valentine's Day slowing things down, or is it simply age, and the desire to capture anew, the childlike wonder of looking up in a gentle snowfall?

Change is the key to being fresh in our creative approaches to music. One For The Eye is a poem I wrote in celebration of the winter season. It was adapted by Keith to better fit an easy listening composition I had sent to him earlier. Keith ran with the challenge to make a song out of these parts and delivers a song that, we trust,  gives one pause to conjure up those moments from childhood in the snow, and smile. 

Two observations offer a frame for this song:
This week, Nova Scotia, where I have family, received a record setting dump of snow (Sydney N.S. received 1.5 m), and that is where the muse opens.
The other observation is that in the west, in Alberta and Saskatchewan, where I also have family, there is too little snow accumulation leading to worries about water tables, crops, and forest fires this summer. Too much or too little is not good.

Lyrics:
One for the Eye 

Too much can be an undesirable burden
Too little leave all hopes abandoned.
One at a time,
One on the tongue,
and one in the eye.

Or could it be a warm iconic postcard?
Or would it be much better left just as Mother intended
One at a time
One on the tongue
and one in the eye

A light descent from heaven
It may be euphoric
Though always seen,  
never heard in the falling

One at a time
One at a time
One for the tongue
One for the tongue
…and one in the eye


Wigmore: Original poem, music, production
Allen: adapting lyrics, vocals, bass.

One For The Eye

Imagine a phone call. Two people close to each other take turns speaking. Not everything reaches their ears, but they feel the positive vibrations. Love is more than words! It is mystery. That's more or less what this song is about!!! Hope you enjoy my new surf track 😎🎸

Mystery You

the last chorus section with isolated vocals and horn arrangement, with a bit of drum & bass backing.  :)

From the song “Pick Me Up (Song on the Wind)”

https://on.soundcloud.com/MWSzxdf8oREu5F7C9

Pick Me Up (chorus - vox & horns isolated)

Music: Stefan van Walsum
Words: Mostly from Lawrence Farr, Australia (Thank you Lawrence!) / Some changes and adds by Stefan van Walsum

Vocals and all Instruments by Stefan van Walsum
Drums programmed with Toontrack´s EzDrummer-3

JUKEBOX QUEEN (Lyrics)

She's a jukebox queen
Who really digs the scene
In her platform shoes and tight flared jeans
(Tight flared – Tight flared jeans)

She wears a crazy coloured coat
Nice glitter in her hair
She really digs the music thrown in the air
(By her - jukebox machine)

She likes to Bang a Gong - Get It On with the Slider
She likes to dance all night long
And she won't go home tonight! (Tonight)

Oooh my jukebox queen
She really digs the scene
She has a stove pipe hat and Rides a White Swan
Ride on – Baby ride on)

My jukebox queen
She really digs the scene
My jukebox queen
She's a Jeepster - for my love
(My love – For my love)

She likes to Bang a Gong - Get It On with the Slider
She likes to dance all night long
And she won't go home tonight! (Tonight)

I push the buttons C and (4) four
Than we hear Hot Love that´s what we are looking for
If I looking through - a colourfull lense
All of Bolan`s words make sense

Uh uh nananaa
Uh uh na na
Uh uh nananaa
Uh Uh Hey Hey

She is my jukebox queen
Really digs the scene
She likes to dance all night long
And won't - go home
Jukebox queen!!

Jukebox queen - A Cosmic Dancer
Jukebox queen - She is a Jewel

Jukebox queen - A Mystic Lady
Jukebox queen - She´s my Baby Strange

Jukebox Queen