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Dig the rawness of the guitars, top stuff!

Came hear after listening Wheelwright's version with the guitar riff...

It was about bloomin' time i came to listen to this one so beautifully hijacked by Michael W... love the original just as much !!.. You're a Punk God Mister Sturmey. Fantastic !!..

Gtrs riff is excellent indeed, but the bassline deserves credits too...awesome song!!!

https://open.spotify.com/track/3dPaPD819h1OuFm9C5Goga?si=YXojaSYFSQSYE7lS3uG05A&utm_source=copy-link&nd=1
http://www.continental-collision.com
https://continentalcollision.bandcamp.com/track/the-route-to-tomorrow
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XMiidrWf6sM&list=OLAK5uy_mC-35nmJO3s19Cjj5Aet7UP0XGkLu3ido
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2moo0YwEYPM

Music, piano, bass, guitar solo and programming drums & synths: Rodolfo Planes (@rplanes)
Lead & backing vocals & lyrics: Mark J. Bennett
Backing vocals: Cecilia Mastropasqua: @cemastro
Rhythm guitar: Gonzalo J. Ares: @gonzalo-julian-ares

Featuring backing vocals by Cintia Galeano 

Image (view of Edinburgh from Gullane, Scotland): Courtesy of Douglas Corrance

This was my third collaborative song with Rodolfo, which we started in 2020. The original instrumental piece he gave me sounded like determined optimism and at that particular moment the pandemic made its way into anything I wrote although the beauty of the song is that anyone can bring their own interpretation to its meaning. Its original title was ‘Camino a Mañana’, that I translated as ‘The Route To Tomorrow’ - I guess I liked the alliteration - even though it was a bit of a tongue twister to sing.

I instantly loved the rhythmic punch of this track and recognised early on that it would require a punchy lyric and vocal. Initially I sung the harmony vocals that Rodolfo devised, but as we later developed into the band ‘Continental Collision’ it made sense to draw on all of the talent available in Ce and Gonza, and here introducing Cintia Galeano. Huge thanks to my wonderfully gifted collaborators, you helped make this song shine. I was stunned (as always) by Rodolfo’s attention to detail, his glorious guitar solos and particularly the drumming throughout. Although I might not add to the instrumentation personally, Rodolfo always encourages me to give him feedback. I am particularly fond of this collaboration and each time we work together I learn so much more. Hope you enjoy it too and many thanks for listening. 

Finding the way,
To get through night and day,
Is just too much.
Making your way
Once more through the fray,
Without losing touch,
Is too much,
For me, yeah.

Waiting in line, 
With no hint of a sign,
Is just too much.
Pretending I’m fine 
Knowing that you’re not mine,
It’s too, it’s just too much,
For me,
All of the time.

This is the route to tomorrow,
Beg, steal or borrow,
To getting through to the other side of all this sorrow.
This is the route to tomorrow,
That I have to follow,
To make it through to the other side of all this sorrow.

I’ll be OK, 
Whatever they say,
I can take it.
Know I can’t stay,
Gotta get me away
From here.
Before it gets too much for me, here.

I can survive,    
I might even just thrive.
If I make it.
I’m still alive,
Watch me as I arrive,
At the other side of all this pain and sorrow  

This is the route to tomorrow,
Beg, steal or borrow,
To getting through to the other side of all this sorrow.
This is the route to tomorrow,
That I have to follow,
To make it through to the other side of all this sorrow.

The Route To Tomorrow - Continental Collision (featuring Cintia Galeano)- Now on Spotify!

Thank you Beach Boys, Pink Floyd and 10CC for being my loving childhood friends. Who else would have spent so many hours in my headphones with me? And thank you Jonathan Beckenstein for being my now friend and for joining me for this song. You understand it completely.

Guitars, organ, mellotron, mix: @Jonathan_Beckenstein
Song and vocals, "drums," synth bass: Janine Levinson 2021

Hang on to Each Other

Brian Wilson said to hang on to your ego             
But I don’t know if that’s the answer
Disintegration might be what the doctor ordered    
And anyway it doesn’t matter
We should just hang on to each other

Communication is the problem to the answer       
We do for love what’s necessary
Sometimes the white flag is the only one that matters    
When you think love is worth repairing
Then we can hang on to each other

Inside we hear a siren screaming
Inside the walls are fortifying
The words like bullets over parapets and trenches
Fire off all your cannons or surrender

The lunatic is in the hall but I am thinking      
That he could use an invitation
Words on the wing like pigs and dogs and laughing gremlins
Bounce harmless off our best intentions
And we will hang on to each other
We will hang on to each other        
We will hang on

Hang On to Each Other - with Jonathan Beckenstein

Wheelwright: voice and lyrics, vocals recording and their sub-mix, song form editing. You can visit with him here: @wheelwright

Jonathan Beckenstein: initial music, all instruments, mix

Fictive Sisters is a transatlantic collaboration of Wheelwright and Beckenstein. Our album Immaculate Distraction is available at: https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com/album/immaculate-distraction

There's a message
It says come back right now
And you looked like you'd seen a ghost
People talking
Then they're moving away
And you're questioning everything

Transatlantic
And the earth was shaking
Lost in transit
Lost in mid translation

Oh and the kingdom to come
Will be a kingdom of reason

Did I tell you
All the things we could see
When they held you up to the light
Drink some vodka and then
Walk out the door
You said this is better for everyone

[Chorus]

We like the meaningful songs
They send a meaningful signal

In the Hare Krishna restaurant in Soho
No one recognised you
Coz you didn't look much like the photo

On the inside
I said everyone's lost
And you said yeah but nobody really cares
Run the numbers
And learn to be smart
Now the world is turned upside down

[Chorus]

Image by Cash Macanaya unsplash.com/@cashmacanaya

bandcamp

Lost In Transit  (with Wheelwright)(Fictive Sisters)

Loss
& it’s hard to be a human living through these demon days;
Covid took away my senses until all food has lost its taste
& now grief has numbed my feelings til I can’t truly taste life
Today’s sorrow chokes tomorrow through the longest, darkest nights

& I miss you in the morning & I miss you in the day
& I miss you in the evening when the sun just slinks away
I don’t miss you when I’m sleeping coz we’re chatting in my dreams
but I wake-up feeling gut-punched til I’m crawling on my knees

& the days pass by…
& I still can’t cry

& I know grief comes in stages & I know it’s just begun
& I’ve googled all my symptoms & I know what’s going on
But it’s one thing understanding all the crying & the pain
But it’s another thing to live through the tsunami in my brain

& I miss you in the morning & I miss you in the day
& I miss you in the evening when the sun just slinks away
I don’t miss you when I’m sleeping coz we’re chatting in my dreams
but I wake-up feeling gut-punched til I’m crawling on my knees

where do people go to? When they’re no longer here?
Sometimes wish I could go too…just to be near

& I go to dial your number & then remember you’re not there
I’m cut and pasting memes for you that I can never share
& every song or book or sitcom that I want to share with you
It’s like a never-ending torment not hearing your reviews…

Loss

Not much time at the moment, 
so if you've never heard it and to (maybe) keep the SC mOag page going
I thought I'd 'recharge' this one from
https://soundcloud.com/the-acoustic-grill.

It's an LB GooDsoN song,
you can hear it in it’s original form here :
https://soundcloud.com/lb-goodson/casanova-by-lb-goodson

I love LB’s simple, expressive lyrics,
his killah melodies and kickass rock’n’roll...
He was kind enough to lend me a hand on this cover
with backing vocals and harmonica.

Thank you very much Leroy Buddy GooDson !!..

Whenever you think you might be dead
Whenever you think you might be dreaming
Whenever you think you're losing control of it all.

See you soon on the moon
See you soon on the moon

Go casanova go !

Whenever you think you might be dead
Whenever you feel just like a fool
Whenever you feel like surfing on a wave goodbye.

See you soon on the moon
See you soon on the moon

Don't need a rocket to get through the universe
Don't need a ticket for a ride into the skies
Just wanna hear the sound of time
Don't need a rocket to get through the universe.

Go casanova go !

LB GooDsoN w/mOag- CasanOva

At some point, a long time ago, I gave up on creating a "new" musical language. It was still possible, in the late nineteen eighties and early nineties when I came of age, for me to see music as a linear progression. In my early twenties I would compose pieces that I thought of as new jazz. Of course they weren't. Just very individual songs in older styles with some ideas for other styles. A dash of Duke Ellington arraignment, a snippet of Monk perhaps a teaspoon of Syd Barrett mixed with some rock and roll harmony. Eventually, after a long pause in playing at all, I came to make music, I see as, more in line with the pop artists like Warhol and, especially Lichtenstein. My own musical ideas are still there but slyly inserted into pieces that are consciously, imprecisely, modeled on other works or styles. Anyway I went to see the new version of West Side Story with my wife the other day. The original show made right before that "pop" era. It was so sincere. No irony with an honest attempt to bring musical theater "forward". I so enjoyed it even if it's a bit middle brow Americana. I'm writing this description in hopes of being equally sincere. The melody borrows a bit of "Somewhere" as a tip of the hat. I hope. My big musical ideas, besides that, are as follows. The key may sound a bit vague at times but floats between B major, E major and A major so that classic one four five, if somewhat buried. the time signature changes a few times, briefly, and syncopates when it doesn't. There's the Syd Barrett influence for those keeping score. There's also some willful changes from major to minor in the harmony that are classic rock ideas. Even if, in this context, they eventually become key changes. Well that's enough sincerity. Oh except for the photo. It's Miss Place. My wife maiden name and me back when I would have written something like this. ;)

Miss Place

Released July 19, 2021.
Original song by Mark J. Bennet (lyrics) & Rodolfo Planes (music).
Mark J. Bennett: lead vocals. @markjbennett
Ce Mastro: backing vocals. @cemastro
Gonzalo J. Ares: rhythm guitar, backing vocals.
Rodolfo Planes: piano, bass, v-drums, MIDI sequencers, lead guitar. @rplanes
Recorded in Edinburgh, Buenos Aires and Ushuaia ©2021.
Mix & mastering: Grosso Noise (Ushuaia, TDF).
©2021 Lone Penguin Records.
Image courtesy by Douglas Corrance ©.

Black Water (by Mark J. Bennet & Rodolfo Planes)

Take me to the brink down by the river.  
Take me there to drink the black water. 
Take me there to sink, right down in the mire.  
Take me down into Hellfire. 
 Take me all the way.

Make me feel the pain down by the river.  
Make me swallow down the black water.  
Make me feel each ache, each tremble and shake.  
Make my heart ready to break. 
 Make it go away.

I gotta lead my life the way that I chose. 
 I have got nothing left to lose. 
 I need to start my life anew. 
 I need my new life to breakthrough.
 It’s just beginning and overdue.

Seek to be redeemed down by the river. 
Seek to reflect in the black water. 
Seek to find the meaning, straight out of the past.  
Seek release from all that’s passed. 
Seek to find some peace.

Want some kinda future far from the river. 
Want a future free from black water. 
Want a life to live, free to take or give. 
Want to learn how to forgive. Want the pain to cease.

I gotta lead my life the way that I chose. 
 I’ve got nothing left to lose. 
I need to start my life anew. 
 I need my new life to breakthrough. 
It’s just beginning and overdue.

Continental Collision

Black Water

Introducing Cintia Galeano in this song.

Released November 13, 2021.
Mark Bennett: lyrics and lead voice. @markjbennett
Rodolfo Planes: music, piano, bass, lead guitar, and drums & synths programming. @rplanes
Cecilia Mastropasqua: backing vocals. @cemastro
Cintia Galeano: backing vocals. @sebastian-espino
Cover image: courtesy of Douglas Corrance.

The Route To Tomorrow (by M. J. Bennett and R. Planes)

Finding the way,
To get through night and day,
Is just too much. 
Making your way 
Once more through the fray, 
Without losing touch, 
Is too much, 
For me, yeah.

Waiting in line,  
With no hint of a sign,
Is just too much. 
Pretending I’m fine  
Knowing that you’re not mine,
It’s too, it’s just too much, 
For me, 
All of the time.

This is the route to tomorrow, 
Beg, steal or borrow, 
To getting through to the other side of all this sorrow. 
This is the route to tomorrow, 
That I have to follow, 
To make it through to the other side of all this sorrow.

I’ll be OK,  
Whatever they say,
I can take it. 
Know I can’t stay, 
Gotta get me away 
From here. 
Before it gets too much for me, here.

I can survive, 
I might even just thrive. 
If I make it. 
I’m still alive, 
Watch me as I arrive, 
At the other side of all this pain and sorrow

This is the route to tomorrow, 
Beg, steal or borrow, 
To getting through to the other side of all this sorrow. 
This is the route to tomorrow, 
That I have to follow, 
To make it through to the other side of all this sorrow.

The Route To Tomorrow

The Route To Tomorrow (feat. Cintia Galeano)

kinda came over a bit Elvish...
maybe it's more 'heaetbreak air bnb'...
but I am really proud of this song

heartbreak hostel.mp3

Listen to the ennui of a directionless 45 year old, unsure of what to do next! Can you relate? Can you offer any advice? Sounds 'fun' eh? x

Podcast #014 - Now What?!

The Coalface Of Rock 'n' Roll

'Wry Genius' -Mojo Magazine

Congratulations, you have stumbled across The Sturmey Archers time capsule that has lain buried beneath the Soundcloud sunken garden since the beginning of the 21st century. No doubt you are reading this from a future where music has become just that stuff in the background of funny video clips of dogs and babies. But historians amongst you will probably of heard of a time when music actually meant something to people. 

In the second decade of the 21st century a law was passed that decreed that all lyrics to songs should be about 'this night being the one' and stuff about 'putting your hands in the air'. These were strange times when songs about unique thoughts that sprung into individual's minds were considered retro, but musicians that copied German bands from thirty years previously were thought to still be original.

It was in the context of these times that small groups of renegade songwriters decided to carry on with the virtues of rock and pop's golden age and actually write songs about things, thoughts, feelings and other stuff. These were sometimes profound and and sometimes silly, but the words meant something, the music was playful and adventurous, and the tunes could be whistled by milkmen if they ever got the chance to hear them. They were on a mission to be at the very least, mildly entertaining.

Eminent musicologists of the time scoured the planet to find examples of this music that wasn't rubbish so they could bury it for future generations to enjoy. You now, the lucky archaeologist and future pop picker, have in your grasp the key to a world of wry world play, mad thoughts and old fashioned chord progressions. N.B. If Apes have taken over the planet, sorry for all the trouble we've caused.

The Coalface Of Rock 'n' Roll

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