Happy Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall… it just so happens that it is Spring here. Snow is melting then refreezing at night, forming some nice ice sheets, that I slip on if I am not paying attention. So I was sitting outside, the other day, a couple feet from this rabbit hiding in the rock garden, (social distancing) and both of us were soaking up the warm rays of the sun. That warmth felt good, after a long, dark winter, and it cheered me up for a second or two. Later, I planted a pot with some leek seed inside by the window, and laughed at myself as I was envisioning these beautiful, thick leeks, while dreaming of potato-leek soup. Usually, they don’t grow all that big, after I transplant them out in the garden, and I tend to let them go to seed, so I’ll have more seed to plant. Maybe this year though? Robins are back and staking out their territories in the yard. There are usually 5 or so Robin pairs nesting in the yard at any one time. I wonder if the pair who build a nest on the stop step of my step ladder will return, or the pair that builds a nest on top of a tire, on an old truck in my neighbor’s yard. That pair has nested under the truck for several years now. I am hoping to get outside more this year into the mountains, before I get too old to do so. I make it a habit to talk with as many old people as I can, to ask them about their lives and how aging is going for them. This one wiry old dude mentioned by the time he hit is mid seventies, hiking became a chore. He lives a solitary life like me, so I like talking with him, although he can only tolerate so much conversation at any one time, and heads off somewhere else. I laugh and realize he is more cranky than me. Well this is not really a song… more of a poetic story with some backing guitar. The lyrical phrases didn’t lend themselves to singing it. I created it after I had a powerful dream about my past and it centered on my relationship with a wild woman. This all happened about two and a half decades ago. When the woman, Sarah, (not her real name) and I went on a little journey, we passed by this cottage on a hillside in the country. I was in a dreamy state of mind (hee-hee) and mentioned to her: that looks exactly like the house we will live in one day. Some things are best kept to oneself no matter how one feels about it. She already adored me, and what I said, I meant, but didn’t quite grasp how she would take it. She was skipping along on her tippy toes for the rest of the day, and I felt like I may have overstepped, in stating my affection for her. Obviously, I still care for her, even though I haven’t seen or thought about her in a very long time. I hope she is well, as we both struggled with our own stuff way back when. I dream like an old dog now, mostly about my younger days. And the dreams are vivid in the sense of being enchanted with my experiences and how I felt about them, and they are also tinged with my present perspective. I write them down, whenever they are of significance and have about a hundred pages. If I can muster the time and energy, I will write another novel about all those dreams. But until then, I hope you enjoy this preview, in the form of a short poetic story. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Broken Winged Angels

Pierre Bordetti productions (c) 08/2021.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti

Light tomorrow

Bad weather in my life,
one more ordeal to live,
the light will pierce these dark clouds,
the sun rays will illuminate my soul,

black yesterday, gray today, 
black yesterday, gray today,
light tomorrow, 

only hope survives,
that glow in the back of my mind,
this joy finally rediscovered,
this peaceful spirit forever,
this lightness of thinking, of dreaming, of living simply,

day and night, I want the light,

every day, 
I need your light,
every day, 
I need your light,
every day, 
I need your light,

Light Tomorrow

I had lots of fun writing this upbeat latin vibe song! Big thanks to my lovely Sander for mastering and making it sound so fabulous. 😊❤️🎶🎵🎼🎧🎹🎤

EASIER SAID THAN DONE

Written and Arranged by Amy O'Bryan

I think of you quite often.  I think of you all the time.  Your voice never leaves my mind.  I think of you in the morning, early sunshine.  I think of you when I’m tucked in at night.  And if I could wonder, I would wonder one thing.  Do you wish to see me again?  ‘Cos if you don’t I’m alright.  I guess I’ll make it through.  But I’d hate living without you.  So, I’ll think of you often, think of you all the time as your voice echoes in my mind.

Dreaming Outloud

Living Without You

[Photo of Comet 'Neowise' by Shlomo Shalev on Unsplash.]

Slingshot

Super Nova(2Hours-Song-Making)

Time To...

I did it just out of curiosity,just to see if people would like my type of music,I was afraid,nervous and scared of putting it out there,the reception I got was amazing,so I owe the Soundcloud comunity all my music after Dragon because it was all inspired by the nice motivational feedback I got.

Dragon

This version is track # 7 from the Defenders of Mellow compilation album out of Portland
(or as trump says, The Anarchist District)

https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B000GBEDVU/ref=ox_sc_saved_image_6?smid=ATVPDKIKX0DER&psc=1

I recommend picking up the album, every song on there is a gem from various artist in the Portland Music Scene.  way better than just being stuck with a disc full of only my music. ✌️😎🦎

Criswell Predicts

An old tune of mine I often come back to. It always comes out a little different each time. Played this time on a Burns SJ12 12 string guitar.

Strathrea (Autumn 2020)

This track is a rearrangement and remix of the original version uploaded to YouTube. It is a lyrical number mainly for the piano. I hope you can relax and listen.


https://youtube.com/channel/UCUYRIEC77uN5JoGpK4ztCPg

砂上の楼閣（remix／rearrange）Building a castle on the sand

I don’t have as much time at the moment to be on Soundcloud. I always appreciate listens and feedback and will respond when I can. 
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Thank you for visiting. It’s always appreciated. 
You’ll mostly find blues colliding with other sounds, styles and traditions here. Lots of improvisation. Lots of guitar and some other instruments. Hope you find something to enjoy!

Strathrea (Autumn 2020)

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