Sunshyn ☀️

Prima demo di cover dei So What Jazz Ensemble. Con la partecipazione di:
Lara Brachet Cota - voce
Marco Faussone - chitarra
Ilaria Giovara - voce
Luca Magnano - basso
Andrea Roletto - chitarra
Dario Sabella - tastiere
Luca Zanon - batteria
Registrato e mixato a Torino presso lo studio di Peppe Floridia.

01 - Ain't No Sunshine

like the sun has to go down, for the stars to shine tonight...

Ending of a Dream (demo)

"Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." - Roald Dahl

“He does not despise real woods because he has read of enchanted woods; the reading makes all real woods a little enchanted.” - C.S. Lewis, On Stories: And Other Essays on Literature

The Enchanted Hour

This is an old band recording I never planned on sharing. We were practicing in a hall, and one of the guys used to record our sessions, this is one of those takes.

It was many years ago, before I lost the ability to lift my arms. But when I listen, I’m right back there, breathing music into the room with people I cared about. It brings me back so vividly it hurts a little, a lot actually, bittersweet doesn’t quite cover it

The whole thing was improvised. I used to be able to play the saxophone like some people whistle, hearing the tune and responding without thinking. It just flowed, it was the one thing I really excelled at.

The quality’s terrible, I know. This was never meant for anyone else, just a moment captured for us, for joy, for memory, for connection. But I’ve been sharing more of myself lately, and this was, or is, a big part of me.

It’s not perfect. It’s not clean. But it’s real

💜 For anyone who’s had to let go of something they love, this is a piece I got to keep.

🎷 Unscripted Breath (Live Rehearsal Room Take)

lyrics:
I never thought that you would leave
I wore it right here on my sleeve
The wind is blowing though this barely staked out ground
The tents are flapping and the thunders growing loud
I am not reasonable
It was predictable
You’re unbelievable

Im singing songs with all the voices in my head
Theres a family choir above us now
When Ive finished analysing everything you said
I’ll mount the stage and take a bow
Ancestors are judging us
Scientists will study us
Loveless and ruderless
Your unbelievable

I don’t want to cry
I was born to fight
Just not tonight

Unbelievable

En hommage à mon père, grand danseur de tango et grand amateur de musique argentine ( il n'est pas interdit, même aujourd'hui, de préférer en Argentine la musique et la danse au bruit des "tronçonneuses"!)

Comme cette idylle à Buenos Aires

« La musique, c'est du bruit qui pense. »
(Victor Hugo, Fragments)
Un grand Merci pour vos écoutes.
Vos commentaires sont d'une grande utilité pour me perfectionner dans l'exécution de mes chansons et musiques.
Oui oui oui
Le soleil se lève doucement
Dans un ciel peint par le vent
Les oiseaux chantent sans soucis
 
[Chorus]
Oui oui oui
La paix dans nos cœurs aujourd'hui
Unis comme un grand cri
Faisons de la musique
Mes amis(ies)
 
[Verse 2]
Les rivières dansent entre les collines
Un écho doux
Une mélodie fine
Le monde est vaste mais si petit
Quand l'amour guide chaque pas
Chaque vie
 
[Chorus]
Oui oui oui
La paix dans nos cœurs aujourd'hui
Unis comme un grand cri
Faisons de la musique
Mes amis(ies)
 
[Bridge]
Une guitare
Une voix
Un refrain
Des âmes liées par le même destin
Le rythme d'un battement
Le son de demain
 
[Chorus]
Oui oui oui
La paix dans nos cœurs aujourd'hui
Unis comme un grand cri
Faisons de la musique
Mes amis(ies

Evolution 2

Floating

Original https://soundcloud.com/nova-j-49914957/chemicals 
Music and Lyrics by @nova-j-49914957
Additional sadness and lack of drums by me.
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Lyrics:

Sitting in a circle on a basement floor
Sharing bottles, chasing something we can’t name anymore
The lawyer’s still in his tie, but he’s losing his home
Dealer’s got the power now, and he won’t let it go

He looks so calm with the smoke around his head
Like he found peace, but I know his dreams are dead

And he keeps talking ‘bout the chemicals
Like they’re medicine, like they’re saving him
But I can see the writing on the wall
It’s critical, it’s pitiful
The way we fall for chemicals

I took a ride on a ship too far from land
Bought my comfort in a hallway with a shaky hand
Flashing lights and bodies pressing, but I felt the sea
Rising in my bloodstream, dragging under me

I woke up in a cabin, faces I don’t know
The story never changes, just the cast in the show

And I keep talking ‘bout the chemicals
Like they’re medicine, like they’re healing me
But it’s a carousel I can’t get off
It’s cynical, it’s biblical
The way I pray to chemicals

I watched a friend turn blue on a hotel floor
Two strangers stepped around and out the door
I swore I’d never be the one to meet that fate
But here I am, still bargaining with chemicals again

And we keep talking ‘bout the chemicals
Like they’re medicine, like they’re heaven-sent
But the spiral always feels unstoppable
It’s beautiful, it’s terrible
The way we worship chemicals
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Original: https://soundcloud.com/nova-j-49914957/chemicals

Chemicals (Cover) by Nova J

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Note: In light of the recent AI breakthroughs, we feel it's important to clarify that we've been working with voice modulation since the mid-1990s – originally inspired by David Bowie's album Outside. Our approach predates AI-driven tools and is rooted in treating the voice as an instrument, shaped and sculpted through earlier technologies.

We fully understand that questioning authenticity may not be the intention – but it's worth remembering that all electronic music is, by nature, mediated and transformed. Even Nietzsche pointed out how modern tools shape us: inserting paper into a typewriter already creates a distance that handwriting does not. Perhaps birdsong is the only truly authentic sound. 🐦

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