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62_Sono in the Mix (Tribute) - released on 03 August 2024

On occasion of vinyl mis-purchase of last album of SONO, one of my favourite bands! This is the Remix! #electronic #liverecording

(produced with Blocswave & Launchpad)

Sono in the Mix (Tribute)

Cast of characters:
Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and foundational rhythm guitar
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–guitar, sitar, mix, mastering, and production
J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ, electric piano, and synth
K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums and percussion
Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez–Guitar 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –four string fretless bass 

This song is the brainchild of Artur, who composed it on his guitar perfectly for collaboration, and presented it to us with his vision for the entire sound. Ken went first, of course, adding his signature rocking beat to the song. I went next, as soon as Ken had laid down the drums, adding my four string fretless bass sound to fill out the rhythm section. 
  Tez came along soon after me, adding some foundational ornamentation with his guitar. JJ jumped in right after Tez, and laid in the majestic organ, riffing electric piano, and subtle synth you hear throughout. Finally, Stephen laid his guitar in there, too, which can be heard as a fiery melodic line running throughout. At Artur's suggestion, he also added some amazing, trippy sitar in a couple of spots, too.
  Once all the tracks were laid down, Stephen came through with his always skillful mix. This makes almost an album worth of material that The Eclectic Collective has created from Artur's ideas. We're always excited when he drops a new one in our laps. He wrote this on a sweet rainy day in the Polish summer. 
  We hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed creating it. 
  We all appreciate your support, and encourage you to share this song if you've read the whole way down to the bottom here.

Sweet Rainy Day (Eclectic Collective with Surfers Like Us)

Celui qui marche sait que le chemin est plus facile à deux. Célèbre celui ou celle qui  t’accompagne.

English translation: 

Often you don't see
all the love hidden behind my words
You say my lyrics are too twisted
You don't like my singing voice either
So you advised me to do slam
Like in this album by kyan
That we like

I don't know if I know how to do slam or rap
If I'm really an urban artist
But I try to make square grooves
and fit poetry to the beat
to extract a little beauty from it
like a pulse of life
that doesn't need to go fast
to show our finest moments

call it modesty
but I hide and I conceal
In images and formulas
What is beautiful
and belongs only to us
because I am one of those who believe
That there is a real elegance
To say without saying, and to be able
to speak to one person in front of everyone

But if creating was forbidden
That our lives were just samples
If books burned again
I'd say it with simple words

Anyway you're my last conversation
I can't find more inspiration anywhere else
You've erased the makeup so much
That you've made the other women faceless
Ghosts without substance that wander
Revealed to the light with sandpaper

Crystal cuts the truth hurts
Frankness is your nobility
No more secrets, we talk to each other frankly No more playing hide and seek
Of sawing off your branch with the axe blows of cowardice in the breaches
I let go of the bitches I said I'm going to get on with hashtags

sometimes it clashes we take out the kalashnikov we trash each other
but every day I bring my ganache
at H hour to the house
our paradise our base far from the hustle and bustle

if around us everything is destroyed
that the forests are nothing but ashes
with the child we built
and our love
we would recreate the world

you put so much light in my life
that you swept away the shades of gray
revealed the colors to my eyes
and damn it changes
now I can see the future in orange
and repaint walls in blue happiness
no more black no more coldness

tenderness you gave me rage
the rage to live a form of courage
to fight for what matters
to see my chains to be able to break them
to no longer be a slave
to no longer be afraid
to burn with my shackles
and rise from my ashes as a winner

all our magical moments
have changed me into a phoenix
I have flames all around me
But I burn with you in pure love

it is in the fire that we built ourselves
no one can take that from us
and every minute of our lives
I would spend them just defending ourselves

Les Mots Simples


'clown redux'

music: Rentt 
lyrics, vocals, art: scotty

I put my makeup on before I hit the darkened streets.
Frighten children passing, as I pick my trick for treat.
Lure 'em to my vintage van with puppies and candy,
then tie 'em up and gag 'em so they can't release a shriek. 

Then I'll take them to the basement of an old abandoned house.
The fear that they possess is what makes me most aroused.
And when I've done my dirty work, I'll put that fire out,
and dump 'em in the woods, with their parts scattered all around. 

Call me fucking sick, I'm just a product of this world
and all you fucking people, how society's unfurled.
Try your best to catch me. Do your best to understand. 
But for every one of me there's worse things done by 'the man.'

clown redux (with Rentt)

Electroacoustic guitar, percussion, voice, field recording. All sounds, voice, lyrics, mixing and production: VSS. 
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It's not a proof of love
That you hurt me

It's not a proof of trust
That you hide me
(Make me hide)

It's not a proof of strength
That you hit me

It's not a proof of faith
That you make me fade away

Oh my lover
Not my lover
You're not my lover
You are not a lover
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Image: Stop gender-based violence (pd, altered by VSS)

Not A Lover

Cantarolando

"Set The Controls for the Pink of the Floyd" (Live, 6.01.2023).

E Tumaini, orgulhoso de ser pai, tomou a filha nos braços, e deu-lhe um nome, e a abençoou:

Vê, os homens passam, falham as vontades.
Vê as mãos cansadas, porque nunca alcançam.
Mas tenho esperança que um deus bondoso te encha de alegria,
te dê o seu consolo, luz e fantasia.
E neste chão, onde o maligno vem espalhar maldade,
vais ver crescer o joio, vais sentir saudade.
Mas tenho esperança que um deus bondoso te abra um caminho,
te traga o seu amor, para nunca estares sozinha,
para seres feliz...

And Tumaini, proud to be a father, took his daughter in his arms, gave her a name, and blessed her:

See, men pass by, the wills fail.
See the tired hands, because they never achieve.
But I hope that a kind God will fill you with joy,
give you his consolation, light and fantasy.
And on this ground, where the evil one comes to spread evil,
you will see the weeds grow, you will feel the longing.
But I hope that a kind God will clear a path for you,
bring you his love, so that you'll never be alone,
so that you'll be happy...

Tenho Esperança

Fantasea Con El Recuerdo

This is the built on a poem by my Grandad Bill Stapleton. He wrote it on the 23rd of October 1969  by request of his Aunt Cora!

Friend of Friendship

A friend is a very special thing
Warm and close and comforting
A golden treasure, rich and rare
Worthy of all our tender care.

A friend must be a friend of a friend
Never possessed or yours to lend
No money can buy or jewels trade
This is how a friendship is made

Will friendship last or will it sever?
The poor are sure the rich are never
With mutual trust and honour paid
This is how a friendship is made

🧓🏼Friend to Friendship

Adam Majdecki-Janicki and Friends performing live organic psychedelic music since 2022.

"Set The Controls for the Pink of the Floyd" (Live, 6.01.2023).

Psychedelic Mayhem