The Long Malaise

Is it two weeks? Two months? Who’s guessin’?
Depends whose bonus needs a blessing.
Covid rerun? Geopolitic season?
Every headline’s just a liquidity reason.
Rutte pressing buttons while the EU spins.

Institutional Tripler (Institutions gonna tripple Bitcoin’s Price)

Star Tale - Lyrics by Ren Faye

Echo voices... forest spirits...

I can't describe the feeling,
That you are here again...
We looked upon our kingdom, and what was our to reign
You always stood beside me,
As mighty as the bear...
And now, you have returned
To breathe the winter air...

I know, 
You bring the seasons
And I the freezing rain
I've seen so many visions but they are all the same

I know, 
You are the valley,
You guide me where I go
and I seek my shelter,
From battles in the snow

I know, 
In my heart...
That you, are beside...
I know,
In this heart,
That I can lead my tribe

I know,
I bring the journey,
Your wisdom teaches me
When we, come to gather
Under branches of our tree

I know, 
In my heart,
That you, stand beside
I know,
In this heart
That I will lead my tribe

I know you bring the glory,
The crystal dazzles me
I know, I see your spirit
and magic follows me

I see, 
In my heart
A castle made of frost,
I know, you will lead me
When it seems all is lost...

Echo voices... forest spirits...

End.

Star Tale - GMaks ft. Ren Faye

you on my mind

Voice and Lyrics by Todd Tuttle: (@ttuttle)
He made it look easy to stuff himself into a goat  that couldn’t be observed inside a hook and loop bird coat His even-toed ungulate hooves controlled his feathered wings  He could wave his arms in a boat and teach children about the cleverness of things
But the part that everybody loved was when it tried to fly its enormous bag of untested methods hung on the outside It moved with a lag of progression That lurched in reverse forward momentum It said if I’m 4 pi over 3  you must be pi over 2
I sorted dark sweet sacks  From horny toads on the wet grass With mildew on the pumpkin leaves And I’ll be leading you
Blackberries in sweet sacks Plum tomatoes on the wet grass Toad jumps to the butternut leaf
 And now I’m lagging you
Do the noodle in a sassafrass Wiggle our toes in the wet grass Will do all the pumpkin seeds Then you’ll be seeing me
assorted sad sacks  Some kind of toad on the wet grass Mildew on the pumpkin leaves And I’ll be seeing you
Then I’ll be seeing you

Vegetable Tangents (with Todd Tuttle)

Step Monster

To look at a woman in awe and pleasure. The is world full of beautiful women to view.

Voluptuous Venus.

With no doubt this track is about one of the most extensive out of my works so far...

And I had many doubts that I would ever be able to create any music again - so many month before have indicated a huge loss of interest and creative imagination regarding music making and listening. Almost have been going to surrender, accepting that my lifelong approach and passion to music could be over...

But as you can see and hear: nothing's over yet.

Sometimes life's full of miracles... and even you have to be patient over a long time there is to be a watershed to reveal itself.
This occurance was like a "Handshake with the Divine" for me - all of a sudden but so dearly longed for. Like a solution in a desperate situation.

That's the "story" of this music track and the reason for its title.
And I wish you all a similar experience in whatever hopeless situation it may be...

... with something as a "Handshake with the Divine" figuratively.

Handshake with the Divine

kinda funky - a bit 2021 meets the 60s lyric video
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WySRs9v515E

Nothing better than having good musical chemistry with someone.
Didier on the instruments :) :)
Camo on the pipes :)
https://soundcloud.com/blindsessionproject

we go back to square 1, it's on us all and it's been said and done
we jump up to square 2, reciting promises, they're meant for you
we look to square 3, to break the monotony
we look down at square 4 and pick the pieces off the floor

can you see me, can you hear me, can you feel me, do you know what I'm sayin'
in the same time, in the same place
at the same time, in the same place

say there goes number 5 and all that jive
look to number 6, throw down those drum sticks
7, close your eyes and feel the light
well there goes 8 and then comes 9
9 is for cats, I don't have time for that
10, we hope to see you again, we don't have time for more
.....sorry 11

no time 4 11 - blind session 'n camo

My daughter Tara doesn't really understand the concept of a public payphone. ...and I suppose there is no sense in having public payphones in a post covid world. This is a song to go with the pic I took of the last payphone in North Hollywood, Los Angeles, California, USA.

Last Remaining PayPhone In North Hollywood

Cover I did some time back of King Crimson tune. GarageBand extravaganza!


The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

The keeper of the city keys
Puts shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants the funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.

I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;

On soft grey mornings widows cry,
The wise men share a joke.
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.

(bass instead of flutes [haha])

King Crimson:  In The Court Of The Crimson King

There are so much unknown folks on earth and unknown species in the galaxy. I try to explore them and especially their audio-cultures. So i can present you very special music, based on my voyages to elsewhere. I´m always looking for collaborations. Listen to my collaborations @popropo-goes-collab and  to my free improvising trio @gustav-kunst-trio.

Vegetable Tangents (with Todd Tuttle)

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