Jazz

Somewhere Under The Rain Cloud

It's a shame that some apples die on the branch.  A nice song for a calming walk in the Fall.  I improvised this on a Korg Radias keyboard.

Sweet Melancholy

Ok, so you see these clouds?
Imagine them slowly descending into the ocean below.
That's all you need to think of.

Clouds Falling Down

I forced my little sister to sing some lyrics I wrote on a napkin, and I recorded it into my phone for the original version: https://soundcloud.com/nostrumuva/wish-i-were-a-butterfly
This is a remastered version with more of a jazzy trio middle section.

Wish I Were A Butterfly (Remastered)

Brendan Dempsey on bass.
NOSTRUMUVA on organ, EWI 4000s in flute mode, and cymbals.  Avant-garde jazz.

Emerging Tempest

"Lento" is a musical term that means slow with expression.  Thank you for listening!

Lento

Every Move

La Course

A Whole Lotta Fun

“Closer to You” is a cinematic noir / alternative rock anthem with Bond-style drama and Tarantino cool. Sultry female vocals, hypnotic guitars, and retro-futuristic textures channel Shivaree (“Goodbye Moon”), Nancy Sinatra (“Bang Bang”), Lana Del Rey, Dusty Springfield, Morcheeba and Portishead. Mysterious, sexy, and stylish, it’s ideal for late-night playlists, moody mixes, and cinematic soundtracks — blending retro soul, trip-hop grooves, and modern indie allure. Moon and Aries deliver retro-futuristic music with a timeless flair!
"A journey through portals and time loops - to find the one your soul recognizes...".
(Thanks to: Peter Mitchell on the magical guitar, Chris Kung for the incredible mix and Francois Rocheleau for the genius mastering - we are very thankful for our global dream team).

Moon and Aries website

Closer to You

I always liked Van Morrisons Music. This is my version of Brown Eyed Girl  2025 a special tribute 

TRIBUTE " Brown Eyed Girl " (Covered by Glenny G)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iS6Ope5jkk8
« La musique. Serait-elle un fluide mystérieux doué d'ubiquité ou un philtre magique que l'ouïe absorbe pour la dispenser dans toutes les cellules et nous apporter l'évasion. »
(Anne Bernard, La chèvre d'or)

[Couplet]
Mes sens s'élèvent comme un feu doux
Mon être entier te rend hommage partout
Vers ta lumière qui guide mes pas
Je t'aime
Toi
Mon seul éclat

[Pré-refrain]
Tu es le souffle dans mes nuits
Le fil d'or qui jamais ne fuit

[Refrain]
Toi
Toi
Toujours toi
Un flambeau dans le froid
Je t'aime
Je te dois tout ça
Toi
Toi
Toujours toi

[Couplet 2]
Les jours passent mais toi tu restes
Ton dévouement berce mes gestes
Ta bonté réchauffe mes hivers
Je t'aime
Toi
Mon univers

[Pré-refrain]
Tu es le ciel dans mes regards
L'étoile qui brille même tard

[Refrain]
Toi
Toi
Toujours toi
Un flambeau dans le froid
Je t'aime
Je te dois tout ça
Toi
Toi
Toujours toi

Titre : Avec mes sens
Poète : Émile Verhaeren (1855-1916)
Recueil : Les heures d'après-midi (1905).
Avec mes sens, avec mon coeur et mon cerveau,
Avec mon être entier tendu comme un flambeau
Vers ta bonté et vers ta charité
Sans cesse inassouvies,
Je t'aime et te louange et je te remercie
D'être venue, un jour, si simplement,
Par les chemins du dévouement,
Prendre, en tes mains bienfaisantes, ma vie.

Depuis ce jour,
Je sais, oh ! quel amour
Candide et clair ainsi que la rosée
Tombe de toi sur mon âme tranquillisée.

Je me sens tien, par tous les liens brûlants
Qui rattachent à leur brasier les flammes ;
Toute ma chair, toute mon âme
Monte vers toi, d'un inlassable élan ;
Je ne cesse de longuement me souvenir
De ta ferveur profonde et de ton charme,
Si bien que, tout à coup, je sens mes yeux s'emplir,
Délicieusement, d'inoubliables larmes.

Et je m'en viens vers toi, heureux et recueilli,
Avec le désir fier d'être à jamais celui
Qui t'est et te sera la plus sûre des joies.
Toute notre tendresse autour de nous flamboie ;
Tout écho de mon être à ton appel répond ;
L'heure est unique et d'extase solennisée
Et mes doigts sont tremblants, rien qu'à frôler ton front,
Comme s'ils y touchaient l'aile de tes pensées.

Émile Verhaeren.
À découvrir sur le site https://www.poesie-francaise.fr/emile-verhaeren/poeme-avec-mes-sens.php

Avec mes sens

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)

09/07/2025

Aint Broke

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man
Lyrics & vocals : Janne Hennie

Dudurududu
So many plans were made
Dudurududu
A lot that was ment to happen
Dudurududu
But it didn't turn out as you thought
Dudurududu
Long time ahead ,became too short

What may feel right to you today
May feel wrong to you tomorrow
What makes you laugh at this moment
Can suddenly turn into sorrow

Dudurududu
A direction was chosen
Dudurududu
It was supposed to go straight ahead
Dudurududu
But something got in the way
Dudurududu
A u-turn suddenly appeared

What may feel right to you today
May feel wrong to you tomorrow
What makes you laugh at this moment
Can suddenly turn into sorrow

Dudurududu
Dudurududu

What's the point of making all these plans
If you're no longer there to enjoy them?
You know about today
But nothing about tomorrow

What may feel right to you today
May feel wrong to you tomorrow
What makes you laugh at this moment
Can suddenly turn into sorrow...

Life Is Now

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.

Emerging Tempest

NOSTRUMUVA

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