This is from like the 90s. I asked my father to improvise some hiphop about how he hates his job, and I used some looping software that was for Windows 95.

Cubicle

After "Broceliande  forest" this is the second time that I mention this beautiful region of France that is Brittany, imagine going on vacation to the west coast, we would stop near the lighthouse, next to my friend's house Henri @,https://soundcloud.com/henrielie-hl we would drink coffee and talk about music and poetry until.......

LE VENT D'OUEST.  🎧

Feels good to upload another song! I recently moved into an old house, close to a river, it has character, I love it cause I put my old baldwin on it's original wood floors it has in the living room, love the acoustics especially with higher ceilings, I'm so thankful:) A new beginning. 

I recorded this live take late last night, close to 2am, got it my first full take, which is always nice!
I wrote this song back in 2021. An experience definitely inspired this song. Things can sure feel like heaven for awhile, then there's that tough surprise, after giving and sacrificing so much. I hope you enjoy this song, thanks so much for listening!:) 

Driving With The Moon

You couldn't sleep
I'm driving with the moon to see you 
Up your driveway
My headlights are turned off they can't see
Park along the backside through the gate cross the deck like before
Thunderstorms inside of me every time you crack open the door
And there you are
My lucky eyes

And all is better now 
You opened my heart
Somehow somehow
All is better now 
You opened my heart
Somehow somehow

Right before the dawn
I don't wanna leave but I know I have to
One more hand squeeze I finally gotta let go it hurts me
Looking back at you again that beautiful silhouette oh I adore
Driving home the world is gone one track mind there's nothing I want more
And there you are
Perfect daydream

And all is better now 
You opened my heart 
Somehow somehow 
All is better now 
You opened my heart 
Somehow somehow

Instrumental 

And I am ready now
You closed up your heart
Somehow somehow
Oh God, save me now 

All music written and recorded by 
© Daniel Colter Valentine

Driving With The Moon (Original Song Live)

A new track i am working on. Hope you enjoy it. I will be working on this and honing it in. Please feel free to comment as your feedback is really helpful and always appreciated.

Pathways

Let's get real cheesy for two of my favourite people in the world.

Happy 30th anniversary Liz and John!

Lionel Richie 1982

I hope you (all) enjoy 😃

Truly (Lionel Richie Cover)

I’m too old for this shit …

You made your bed 
now you gotta lie in it
Oblivious to the mess you left around it
Blood stained sheets betray the pictures 
you painted to pull me in 
but Underneath your pretty colours
I can see the rot creeping 

This twisted love 
is as fake as you are
How much is enough 
When you’re taking , playing so hard 
oh Twisted love 
now I see your true face 
my twisted love is forever ..
forever your Disgrace 

Right on the edge 
one wrong step you fall in
this Oblivion of your own making 
Everybody leaves  u and you never wonder why
Tears and titties aren’t gonna fix 
everything all the time 

This twisted love 
is as fake as you are
How much is enough 
When you’re taking , playing so hard 
oh Twisted love 
now I see your true face 
my twisted love is forever ….
forever your Disgrace 

i remember  the day 
you said i took your breath away 
i was holding my breath
trying not to feel the same 
catching hold of my hand 
as i looked away 
you wouldnt understand 
what my eyes were sayin
(My twisted , my twisted love)

now all i can think about 
is how to takeyour breath away 
do you think you deserve 
to breath the same as me?…

Twisted Love…

une magnifique exposition se tient en ce moment à Nantes, dédiée au maître japonais de "l'impermanence de l'être"

en contemplant les ponts de Katsushika Hokusai

Trop de prisonniers politiques dans le monde!
J'ai composé cette chanson sur un texte de Boris Vian,  un écrivain, poète, parolier, et  chanteur français que j’admire beaucoup.
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian

Too many political prisoners in the world!
I composed this song on a text by Boris Vian, a French writer, poet, lyricist, and singer whom I admire very much.
https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Vian

Les images ne sont pas des vrais prisonniers
The images are not real prisoners
 Translation after the French text


Le Politique (par Boris Vian, Extrait)

Ils ont sonné à ma porte
Je suis sorti de mon lit
Ils sont entré dans ma chambre
Ils m’ont dit de m’habiller

Le soleil par la fenêtre
Ruisselait sur le plancher
Ils m’ont dit mets tes chaussures 
On chantait sur le palier`

J’ai descendu l’escalier
Entre leurs deux uniformes 
Adossé à une borne
Un clochard se réveillait

Ils me donneront la fièvre
La lumière dans les yeux
Ils me casseront les jambes
A coups de souliers ferrés

Mais je ne dirai rien
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien

Ils m’ont demandé mon âge
J’ai répondu vingt sept ans 
Ils ont écrit de mensonges
Sur des registres pesants

Ils voulaient que je répète
Tout ce que j’avais chanté
Il y avait une mouche
Sur la manche du greffier

Mais  je ne dirais rien 
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien

Qui vous a donné le droit 
De juger votre prochain
Votre robe de droit noir
Ou vos figures de deuils

Si vous voulez que je vive
Mettez moi en liberté
Si vous voulez que je meure
A quoi bon me torturer

Mais  je ne dirais rien 
Car je n’ai rien à dire
Je crois à ce que j’aime
Et vous le savez bien



The Politician (by Boris Vian, Excerpt)

They rang my doorbell
I got out of bed
They came into my room
They told me to get dressed

The sun through the window
Streamed onto the floor
They told me to put on your shoes
We were singing on the landing

I went down the stairs
Between their two uniforms
Leaning against a post
A tramp was waking up

They'll give me a fever
The light in my eyes
They'll break my legs
With their iron-shod shoes

But I won't say anything
Because I have nothing to say
I believe in what I love
And you know it well

They asked me my age
I answered twenty-seven
They wrote lies
In heavy registers

They wanted me to repeat
Everything I had sung
There was a fly
On the sleeve of Clerk

But I won't say anything
Because I have nothing to say
I believe in what I love
And you know that well

Le politique

This marks the third collaboration between myself and my good friend across the Atlantic, the talented US-based guitarist @jonathan_beckenstein. For this track, we decided to strip things back and focus purely on the guitar — no vocals, no production tricks, just two instruments speaking to one another across time zones and continents.

It’s a transatlantic dialogue in sound: layered, responsive, and full of nuance. We’ve aimed to capture something raw and intimate — moments of quiet tension, moments of lift — built from the simple joy of playing.

We hope you enjoy what we’ve crafted together. It’s always a pleasure to create with Jonathan, and this one feels especially close to the heart.

Nightstand

Built To Last

Built To Last (Jul. 2025)

A Moon and Some Roses (for Piano)

For reasons unknown but time will tell...
Multi-instrumentalist, all types of music, all types of methods.
Occasional collaborations with other artists.
Sometimes I post the sheet music if it's piano.
Lately, my favorite instrument is a TE OP-1 Field keyboard.

Cubicle

NOSTRUMUVA