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✨🔥 On y est ! Vous pouvez dès à présent écouter mon nouveau titre “Les amoureux du comptoir” 🔥💫

J’ai tellement aimé travaillé sur toutes les étapes de création de cette chanson, je suis vraiment très heureuse de vous la présenter ❤️🔥🎶. Pour écrire cette chanson, j'ai été inspirée par une jolie photo en noir et blanc et j’ai imaginé cette histoire.
Il y a deux amoureux au comptoir et il y a une femme assise dans la salle qui les observe et qui est attiré mar le jeune homme au bar, elle se met à rêver.

J’espère qu’elle vous plaira autant qu’il me plaît de la chanter 🥰, hâte d’avoir vos ressentis 🤩

✨🔥 Here we are! You can now listen to my new song “Lovers at the counter” 🔥💫 I so enjoyed working on all the stages of creating this song, I am really very happy to present it to you ❤️🔥🎶. To write this song, I was inspired by a pretty black and white photo and I imagined this story. There are two lovers at the counter and there is a woman sitting in the room who watches them and who is attracted by the young man at the bar, she begins to dream. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoy singing it , can’t wait to hear your feelings 🤩

Chanson écrite et composée par @Lena Normane, avec le superbe arrangement de Pierre Guillot 🙏

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Arrangements :  @mmtpstudio2261 Pierre Guillot
Enregistrement, mix, mastering et clip vidéo : SPIN RECORDS 

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Les amoureux du comptoir - écrit et composé par Lena Normane

Crack the Skye

The Last Baron (Score) [2024 Remaster]

Written: 1989
Duration: 15'
Instrumentation: alto sax (doubling Bar Chimes [Mark Tree] in Perc. 1 setup) and three percussionists (Percussion 1: 4 1/3 octave marimba, bar chimes (Mark Tree), log drum [A5], two brake drums [G5, A5], small Almglocken cowbell [G5], small Rosewood claves [E5], two computer floppy diskettes / Percussion 2: 4-octave bass marimba, two Goblet drums [Darbuka] [A4, C5], log drum [E5], two brake drums [E5, F5], medium Almglocken cowbell [E5], claves, two computer floppy diskettes / Percussion 3: concert bass drum, crotales [high octave], log drum, typing paper, brake drums [C5, D5], bell tree, cowbell, large African claves,  two computer floppy diskettes)
Premiere: Student Recital, Richard Wyman, saxophone, with David Carlisle, Robert Paterson, and Joseph Tompkins, percussion; Eastman School of Music, Rochester, NY, April 15, 1989.
Publisher: Robert Paterson Music (ASCAP)
 
This work is currently unavailable.

PROGRAM NOTE
Machines are slowly overtaking mankind; they are beginning to possess a life of their own. Androids, humanoids, computers, four-wheel vehicles, and other machines are weaving their way into our lives in both obvious and subtle ways. People in developed societies depend on them for their lives. As hypothesized in many science fiction books and films, our massive expansion of technology will eventually create machines with free will: they will be able to think and feel and will have the power to ultimately destroy us. If too many are given the power of reasoning, they may decide that we need to be terminated; we are creatures with many flaws.

Humanus Ex Machina is a work about the hypothesized, eventual downfall and deterioration of humankind resulting from being overthrown by machines. The three percussionists represent the machines and play traditional percussion instruments and “found objects” such as computer floppy disks and brake drums. Humankind, represented by an alto saxophonist, senses that mankind is about to be wiped out by its creations and triumphs over them with the greatest weapon of all, the human mind.

Humanus Ex Machina

Montages (2025) Remastered

LES PASSANTS DE LA PLUIE 

Tu rentres à l'aube ébouriffé comme un soleil 
A la lune, ta plume saigne de tout ses maux 
Tu rases les ruelles, les murs et les poubelles 
Découpent ta vie en lambeaux 

Trop vrai pour porter un costard dans leur parade 
Epingler un sourire au col de leur boutade 
Et dans les "places to be" jouer à qui ment le mieux 
Trop intact pour être comme eux 

Il faudrait faire semblant, jouer à être vivant 
Continuer d'être morne jusqu'à la fin des temps 
Mais mieux vaut être libre et se sentir en vie 
Que marcher dans le gris des passants de la pluie 

Dedans c'est le foutoir d' une chambre insalubre 
Alors tu prends ton paredessus usé de solitude 
Dehors le froid du nord mord déjà les passants 
Mais toi, ta liberté n'a pas de prise au vent 


Il faudrait faire semblant, jouer à être vivant 
Continuer d'être norme jusqu'à la fin des temps 
Mais mieux vaut être libre et se sentir en vie 
Que marcher dans les pas des passants de la pluie 

Si pour être soi-même il fallait renoncer 
Au confort, aux écrans, à la facilité 
Mieux vaut être Poète à poil devant la vie 
Qu' être clown à la fête des passants de la pluie
                                                             dlb2025

LES PASSANTS DE LA PLUIE

The Snow Queen – Dance of the Village
September 2025
Duration: 3:00
Listen to more music from the Snow Queen ballet at: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/the-snow-queen-music-for-danse
Based on a Russian folk melody 
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing The Snow Queen Ballet January 2026 in Colorado.
For strings, bassoon, contra bassoon, accordion, soprano sax, alto sax, tenor sax, baritone sax and percussion

The Snow Queen - Dance of the Village

Introduction in English:

People often tell me that when they are with a loved one who is about to die, they feel particularly close to them. 
Sometimes, in such moments, the history of their relationship flashes before their eyes. 
Some report reaching a deeper peace with the person in question shortly before their death. Often, the dying say things they have never been able to say in their lifetime. For example, a father who, shortly before his death, is able to tell his daughter for the first and only time that he has always loved her.
Many of those left behind tell me that they did not want to let the dying person go, but that they somehow realized that they had to let go of their loved one so that they could pass away as peacefully as possible; that they could not “die with them,” but had to continue living alone. 
And it is not uncommon for those who are approaching death to tell their accompanying relatives that they should continue to live well and in peace.
All of these stories inspired me to write the song “Mourir (Dying).” And as always, for such fundamental existential experiences, I choose the language that best expresses these radical moments of transition: French.


Lyrics (for those, who don`t speak French)

Dying

I watched over your bed 
Sat here with you night after night

Your breathing is very laboured
And it's been a long time
Since I spoke to you

The cancer has destroyed you 
You lie there, powerless and limp

You've lost the fight 
No, you won't be reborn

The thread of your life is increasibly breaking

Your gaze is so empty
Come on, please look at me again 

One last time
Don't go yet
Come on, turn around one last time.

Your heart is beating so weakly
So stay awake a little longer

I'm really letting you go
But let us look at each other once more
A farewell glance before you pass over

It's already too late
I'm saying a prayer for you.

So go in peace
Without pain

Forever my great Love

Französischer Text

Mourir

J'ai veillé à ton chevet
Je suis restée avec toi nuit après nuit
Ta respiration est tres difficile
Et cela fait tres longtemps
que je t'ai parlé

Le cancer t'a emporté
tu es là, sans force et sans vigueur
Tu as perdu la bataille 
non, tu ne renaîtras pas
Le fil de ta vie se rompt de plus en plus

Ton regard est si vide
Viens regarder encore une fois
Une dernière fois
Ne pars pas encore
Tourne-toi encore une fois

Ton cœur ne bat plus que très faiblement
Mais reste encore un peu éveillé

Je vais vraiment te laisser partir
Mais regarde-moi encore une dernière fois
Un regard d'adieu avant la transition

Il est déjà trop tard
je fais une prière pour toi

alors va en paix, libre de toute douleur
Pour toujours mon grand amour

Mourir (Dying)

Pierre and Jean-Claude Bordetti productions (c) 10/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums.
Many thanks to Didier for this beautiful photo.

Trace (Lyrics/Paroles)

Sunlight flickers on a lost place, 
We leave the map of us in every space.
Always human traces, written on the face, 
Footprints in the sand, secrets in the lace, 
We run, we fall, we rise, 
we always leave a trace,

A fire of memories rises in my mind,
the sea, the burning sand, the sky,
and the grace of this place,
it is the world, its visible face

Trace

Pierre and Jean-CLaude Bordetti productions (c) 11/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti.
Thanks to my brother Jean-Claude for this great performance on drums and percussion.
Many thanks to Julie for this magnificent photo of Tanzania.

An ambient instrumental jazz piece inspired by this photo of elephants. These marvelous creatures, so strong, so tranquil, and unfortunately so fragile because of us humans.

Un Jazz instrumental d'ambiance inspiré de cette photo d'éléphants. Ces merveilles créatures si fortes, si tranquilles et malheureusement si fragilisées par les êtres humains que nous sommes.



Quiet strength

Quiet strength (feat Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums)

Dear Listeners I hope you will enjoy this work. 
No guitars were used.
You will hear only Fender Jazz Bass as lead instrument beside the synthesizers used to paint it even more colourful.
If you should make it beyond the solo in the middle of this track your efforts to stay online during the bass solo will be recognized with an ambient summer feeling at the end.
The birds I have recorded with my iPhone on my balcony.

And now Enjoy ;-)

N.O.B.S. II

Where Do We Go?

Get The Album

Rock, Rock, Rock and no Alternative …
Rock is not dead, you can validate the evidences here.
People who want to get mellow might be wrong on this site, but are more than welcome to take up some energy here 😀
I am playing guitar and Bass. Keyboards and Drums are programmed.
Mix and Mastering was done in the „N.o.b.S. Moonshine Studios“ in Mainz Germany.
Nearly everything had been recorded during the night, sometimes at daylight on weekends.