Ewminds me of  early Pink Foyd Ummagumma, very experimental,  period...bice!

Psychedelic

The title and middle chorus (the only lyrics in the song) came from the fact that after recording, i felt it needed another section, like a bridge, but got too lazy to find something to fit. Thus the line “I can’t find the bridge to New Funk City”. 

Still can’t find it.   ;O)

This can probably be considered the 3rd in a trilogy of tracks created almost entirely with short loops and sound samples in Garageband ('Dark Roast', and 'Sneaky Reggae' are the other 2). My part, besides the vocals and a bit of organ, clavinet playing, and drum fills, is arranging the pieces together into this song. Pretty fun experimenting this way.

***Warning: your toezies might get sore from all the tapping they’ll be doing.


lyrics / chorus:
"Everybody tells me I got to go
but I can't find the bridge to New Funk City"


All comments welcome, and don't be shy to be critical or suggest ideas to help me improve. :)

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here's some pictures I took: www.flickr.com/photos/mark_boucher/
my best photos on 500px (safe site): 500px.com/p/mrmark?view=photos

Mark's Album (post-2020)

New Funk City (where’s da bridge at?)

Cast of Characters:

 Cgmaness – @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – bass, guitar, synth, main drums, percussion, composition, production and mix

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–  electric sitar

Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ and electric piano

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– percussion, additional drums 

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – traditional gourd form body sitar and lap steel


 This is a song that Chris wrote on the drums, bass, and guitar and shared with the collective. We all love working on Chris's songs, and got to work on it even more enthusiastically than usual. Josh was up first with his lap steel, which he weaves throughout. He also added the sitar at the beginning and the acoustic sitar at the end. Stephen stepped in and added the gnarly electric sitar at the end. JJ also made his presence heard by adding the thrilling organ and electric piano throughout. Ken then augmented Chris's original drums with his own in expert fashion. Last, but not least, Tez added his electric guitat magic to the stew, as well. 

  Since Chris brought this song to the group, and is a fine producer, he did the honors of the mix and production. 

  This is our latest with Chris, whose music we all adore. If you dig this, you should go check out his page, as it contains lots of wonders to hear. We all hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it.

New Strings Theory (Eclectic Collective)

Lyrics and music: Michele Ansani (1998).
Inspired by a Robert Musil's short story ("The Perfecting of a Love", 1911).
Cover photo is from Pietro Corrao.

Like some others I have already posted, this is a song from the late 1990s, recorded then with a Korg D8. I remixed the surviving file, working on volume and equalisation after separating the tracks, and adding some stuff. 

LYRICS (ENG / ITA)

nervously looked at the stranger
at that moment his beard lit up for a moment
she guessed there solidity, naturalness
and everything reconnected, she was there...

It flashed in her mind that already other times
The thing had begun in the same way, it was so...
And at the thought for an instant a voluptuous horror touched her
A voluptuous abulic horror
as before a sin yet unnamed

she wondered if he could have noticed
that she was looking at him
and her body filled with a slight sensuality
she seemed to be swimming in darkness before him
dissolved and impalpable like pale foam

so they travelled close
and little by little crept back into her thoughts
that restlessness
she tried to tell herself
that it was only the disturbance
of that sudden solitary journey
among strangers
soon afterwards instead she believed
that it was the wind that enveloped her
in a rigid frost

there was suddenly
a light high and clear on her past
as on an indescribable landscape of mysterious order
was a strange sense of the future
as if everything
that seemed long past
still lived on

furtively she sought the stranger
at that moment his hand for a moment
caressed her
she sensed in it a natural solidity
and everything reconnected
they were there ...

and thought of days
strangely distinct
from all the others
open before them
like a fugue of remote rooms
and joined with a hasty laugh
to the conversation

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nervosamente guardò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua barba per un attimo s’illuminò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò, lei era lì…

le balenò in mente che già altre volte
la cosa nello stesso modo incominciò, era così...
ed al pensiero per un istante la sfiorò
un orrore voluttuoso abulico
come davanti a un peccato ancora senza nome

si chiese se potesse essersi accorto
che lei lo guardava
e il suo corpo si colmò di una leggera sensualità
le sembrava di nuotare nelle tenebre davanti a lui
dissolta e impalpabile come pallida schiuma

così viaggiarono vicini
e poco a poco ritornò ad insinuarsi nei suoi pensieri
quell’inquietudine
cercò di dirsi
che era solo il turbamento
di quell'improvviso viaggio solitario
fra gente estranea
subito dopo invece poi credeva
che fosse il vento che l’avvolgeva
in un gelo rigido

vi fu improvvisamente
una luce alta e chiara sul suo passato
come su un paesaggio indescrivibile dall’ordine misterioso
era uno strano senso di futuro
come se tutto ciò
che pareva da lungo tempo passato
vivesse ancora

furtivamente cercò lo sconosciuto
in quel momento la sua mano per un attimo
l’accarezzò
v’indovinò solidità naturalezza
ed ogni cosa si ricollegò
erano lì ...

e pensavano a giorni
stranamente distinti
da tutti gli altri
aperti davanti a loro
come una fuga di stanze remote
e si unirono con un riso precipitoso
alla conversazione

La Conversazione *

Aaron´s Replicants

This is the first song of my "Nullanon" series, which kind of correlates to a depression section of my life.  Little bit of funk at the end.  If you like the funk there is an extended version of that called "Turbulence Of The Nullanon".  The Nullanon is an anthropomorphized nothingness.

LYRICS:
Behold unto, O gentle love,
The nothing, Nullanon.
'Tis said on many scroll
He knows neither fate, nor reason.
Shall his will be evident?
His image sung through gifted tongue,
(Shall his will be evident?)
A voided hope and without shame,
(Shall his will be evident?)
Regardless of his coming seen,
Bring us to thy empty shell,
Shall his will be evident?
To others, an evil anathema,
Nay man is he, nor solid Earth.
Apathia, athambia, aphasia.
Man is but self-serving.
In hobo form, or merchant storm,
A wanderer o'er land and sea,
O Nullanon, join him now,
All nightmares expound from thee.

The Nullanon

This is the extended part of the end of my first "Nullanon" song.  Just some funky blues, that's all, moderately repetitive.

LYRICS (at the end):
Let there be something new?
No, it's all The Same.

Turbulence Of The Nullanon

This is number 3 in my "Nullanon" series.  The point is there is this thing called "The Same" and everything is part of it.  No matter what you do, all of life is vain.

LYRICS:
The air we breathe is The Same.
The light shown on us is The Same.
The sounds we hear are The Same.
The ground beneath our feet is The Same.
It's all The Same.
It's all The Same.
The light shown on us is The Same.
The sounds we hear are The Same.
The ground beneath our feet is The Same.
It's all The Same.
It's all The Same.
It's all The Same.
It's all The Same.
It's all The Same.

The Same

When someone asks you "What's the difference?", now you know.  It's this thing that came down from the sky and changed stuff after the Nullanon disappeared for a while.

At this point, I started concentrating on generating album covers using artist mannequins.  This is number 4 in my "Nullanon" series.  Imagine a bunch of people used to doing things very unambiguously and then there is something that forces them to start making more granular decisions based on evidence.

LYRICS:
Softly, slowly, swaying in the wind,
The trees reveal a message to begin,
As if a random group of people broke into a song,
The natural and man-made objects start to play along:
What is The Difference?
The great and mighty Nullanon is nowhere to be found,
A wave of synchronicity unfolds across the ground,
The people all are silent and they open up their eyes to the skies.
There's a difference that flies.
What is The Difference?
The Difference descends in graceful hidden coup d'etat.
It suffocates the people and their will.
What once was unambiguous is now a rolling hill,
And though they're happy they will cry inside.
What is The Difference?
It shines so bright,
Look at it and love.
It came from above, it must be good.
Give it all your energy, feed it like we should.
Feed The Difference.
What is The Difference?
What is The Difference?

What Is The Difference

Hendrik got us together for some coool fonk :-)
Mike Polcari - Guitar / @mikepolcari
Lofi Menta - Bass / @user-672449547
Joerxworx - Saxophon / @joerxworx
Ratzzz - Keys, Arrangement, Production / @cosmic-ratzzz

lunatics 211 / Evolution Funk / Mike Polcari - Lofi Menta - Cosmic Ratzzz & joerxworx

I love the organ melody progression in this song at the beginning.  This is number 5 in my "Nullanon" series which is depression stuff, mixed with some funk organ.  The lyrics for this song is mostly about accepting what happened already and moving forward (stoic philosophy).

LYRICS:
Everything that was is now undone.
Every time we lost, we thought we won.
Everywhere we went is just a memory that fades,
Everything we said was just a promise that we'd made,
And now those promises are broken.
It took us way too long to figure out.
We didn't seem to start,
When we did, we never carried through.
We had a chance, but didn't try.
Pick up our mess, and collect ourselves,
Gather some hope, move forward again.
Rusted old tools in the dust on the shelf,
Moments before it's the end.
Might as well give it our all,
Nothing to lose,
One final attempt.
Maybe we're spent,
But that's how it went.
Might as well give it our all,
Nothing to lose.
One final attempt.
Maybe we're spent,
But that's how it went.

That's How It Went

Collaboration with Brendan Dempsey.

https://soundcloud.com/brendan-dempsey-3

Bass guitar, Korg Radias.

No Preconceptions

Nuna

Hello again Listeners,

Here's our re-post of another of my chilled living-room improv sessions with fellow Saturna Islander illio as we sought to 'catch the flow'.
(And even if you think you've heard it before, this is a New version, friends. Please have another Listen.

Several moods and feels opened up as we 'winged it'!

I'm so happy to have him come Jam n Flow with me here (as we capture it all on our one H2n ZOOM microphone).

We hope it'll help you to relax in the midst of all the craziness n tension in this 'ol world these days.

May you enJoy! We certainly did, and it's a pleasure to share it. :))


Gary Courtland-Miles- Electric Piano & illio bertolami on acoustic Classical Guitar

Just Jammin' with illio' *

I Am The King Of My Life

vent tordue

Remix of one love - electric universe - 10082025.mp3

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.

No Preconceptions

NOSTRUMUVA

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