Name: Jazz From The Fridge by Orlando51
Duration: 6 min 47 s
Description: Another unusual piece (maybe even a bit over the top and chaotic)) for my standards...sort of free jazz...not a new one...pulled it from my bottom drawer archive (the fridge)....(August 2015)

back at ya, my friend! nicely done, I dig this one. I love hearing folks do their own experimental jazz takes.

so good! I love hearing flex their creative muscles like this. more please!  :)

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Another unusual piece (maybe even a bit over the top and chaotic)) for my standards...sort of free jazz...not a new one...pulled it from my bottom drawer archive (the fridge)....(August 2015)

Jazz From The Fridge

Written, produced and performed by Kar Stanton
Mixing and additional production by Joe Rodwell
Mastered by Pete Maher
Artwork by Spencer Robens

Lyrics

We’re at the appointment
It’s a Saturday morning
It’s not that important
It’s not like I’m dying
As the man takes me through
what I need to know
I look over to you
You raise your eyebrows

Cos you said

If you want me to be there
I will be there
If you need me to be there
I will be there

We go on a trip
we’d rather not go
maybe I don’t mind
as much as you do
But you come along
and you make them laugh
They are glad that you’re there
They feel better about us

Cos you said

If you want me to be there
I will be there
If you need me to be there
I will be there
(repeat)

And we don’t mind feasting on scraps
Cos the scraps are all we got
You can’t always say yes
so I am careful when I ask
We found a way to make it through
a path we can both hold to
And at the end of every day
You will come home to me
And at the end of every day
You will come home to me

We’re at the appointment
it’s a week day morning
It’s not that important
It’s not like you’re dying
Then the man says your name
Calls you out of the room
And now I’m alone
I feel my eyes close

Cos I said

If you want me to be there
I will be there
If you need me to be there
I will be there
(repeat)

Be There

Reimagined this older song after being inspired in my backyard...

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haven't uploaded anything in a minute so here's something short and sweet

art by LaurentSchmidt: https://pixabay.com/photos/fence-barbed-barbed-wire-fencing-3373369/

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Do not drive or operate heavy machinery until you know how your body responds to this piece in a lower frequency than typical radio music recorded 440Hz.

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Thieves

What an honor to add my acoustic guitars to this collaboration with ace electric guitarist, keyboardist, and producer Seagull, Soundcloud's Poet Laurette Peter, Soundcloud's Poet of the piano, Debra Buesking, and vocalists Clara, and Snowflake.  With this visionary and epic trilogy, we explore the human condition and the choices we must make that will determine our destiny as a race.  It is a longer work but a rewarding listen if taken as a whole, but can still be appreciated in smaller bites if time doesn't allow a nearly 16 minute commitment.  The first segment is "Lost" until 4:55, "Lament is from 4:56-10:14, and "Ghost of a Dragon" until the end.  
To experience the full impact of the "trilogy", one must see Seagull's superb and deeply moving film with "Next Choice" as the soundtrack; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XCA7MZSvEwI
Follow these fine artists:
Seagull @farout-music-studio
Debra @debra_buesking
Peter @user-264930040

Next Choice (Seagull, Peter, Debra Buesking, Snowflake, Clara, and David)

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Hey… thanks for dropping by. This is a simple Blues song. Songs, such as this, happen when I find myself in a songwriting slump. Lack of inspiration and ideas exacerbate the situation, pushing me back to the Blues. I grumpily relent then wallah, a song. And what better Blues theme than relationships? Seems I mine that gold often, which maybe says more about me than I’d like to reveal. But who cares? It’s the Blues. Here, Winter will not let go. Bitter, unrelenting winds, near horizontal snowfall, and minus 18F tonight. I looked outside this morning and a rabbit was waiting by the front door for me to put some carrots out. All the birds were hunkered down in thick pines, except for some ravens scavenging the neighborhood. There were some high flying geese as well, that flew by. They always seem to panic in the frigid weather. It almost sounds like they’re honking… ‘let’s get outta here.’ I don’t blame them. The deer are more wary now for some reason, and I only see their frozen tracks and fresh tree/sapling rubbings. I wrapped a couple trees to protect them, buried others in snow, but left 4 where they had scraped the bark bare. I will probably have to cut those trees down, but will wait to see if they survive. After getting some garden carrots for the rabbit, I decided to shovel some snow and work on my ice beard. It was cold enough today that condensation from my breath froze on my beard. They have an ice beard competition here and post pics of the best ones. There are some maniacs who stay out in the cold to ‘grow’ solid ice beards, and a chance at winning. Some have icicles hanging off their chin. No cheating with pouring water on your beard. Just having snow blowing into your beard along with some condensation from breathing. I let my face thaw out, when I came inside. Later in the afternoon… I walked down the the mailbox in the wind and there were tiny little horizontal icicles on the latch. I had to walk around a semi truck, completely blocking the road. The truck driver tried to turn onto our street and got stuck in a deep snowdrift. A neighbor came down and pulled the semi out with his tractor. I watched for a bit, then headed home. So now I am glad I am inside. Take care, Mark

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