GETTING OUT OF THE BOX

Tunes 4

stereoindie - The Upload 090

Melodic Moments-Orchestral/classical

Tomorrow On March 11th we raise a toast to Keith Emerson, sorely missed.   If you were lucky enough to see him live, like I was many times, Your Jaw dropped out of the sheer
brilliance !!  Not only just in ELP, but the Keith Emerson Band, 3, 3.2   and his solo soundtracks and orchestra pieces. The Three Fates conducted by Terje Mikkelsen with Marc Bonilla,  you have got to check that out..  He Said " I only wanted to be known as a composer"  in his later years. those who got to see his play with Brian Auger at the Sour Grapes were so lucky.  So here is my Humble Improv don't cringe too much  Peace G And I raise a toast to the Maestro!

Prog Drone

Insomnious

My new song and arrangement with piano, bass, electric piano, drums, clarinets and spacey synths! 😊🎶🎤💕🎧🎵🎼

Mastered by my lovely and wonderful Sander! @wane-of-summer

Lyrics 
Something is missing 
Something I need
Oh you the missing puzzle piece

Just like a jigsaw
You belong to me
And just like a jigsaw
You complete me

Only one shape
Of my heart
Oh you the missing puzzle piece

Chorus

You’re my jigsaw...

JIGSAW

11Mar21

My naviarhaiku375 submission

https://www.naviarrecords.com/2021/03/10/naviarhaiku375-the-long-long-river/

The long, long river
A single line
On the snowy plain

:D

The long, long river [naviarhaiku375]

I close my POTENCIAL BIÓTICO album with this contemporary revival of a philosophical song I wrote 19 years ago when my grandpa died.

Could describe it as a requiem for guitar quartet, 2 voices, rhythmic base & church bell (you may know the piano version at https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/sets/piano-sessions-2012 album).

A mostly slow piece with lotta soul and no artistic ambition (but a little ‘Pros&Cons’ air to the end ;).

Church bell sound built with kind help by https://soundcloud.com/spyro9474

Piano version: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/miedo-al-cambio-piano-version

Image: "Poppy fields in Benifallim", photo by Ruizzoidman

Letra / lyrics:

Miedo al cambio,  /  Fear of the change,
incómodo trabajo;  /  uncomfortable work;
molesto planteamiento:  /  annoying approach:
no me gusta lo inesperado.  /  I don’t like the unexpected.
  
A lo mejor es que no estoy acostumbrado  /  It is probably that I am not used
a ver las cosas cambiadas de sitio.  /  to see the things moved from place.
Ver a la gente irse al otro lado  /  Watching people going to the other side
es duro si piensas que todo  /  is hard if you think that everything
será siempre lo mismo.  /  will be always the same.

Ay, lo mismo ...  /  Ay, the same thing ...
ah, lo mismo ...  /  ah, the same thing ...
ay, lo mismo a mí...  /  ay, the same to me...
  
No he sabido reaccionar,  /  I didn’t know how to react,
atrapado en mi infantil ilusión   /  trapped in my infantile illusion
de que nada cambia,  /  where nothing changes,
ah, tengo que darme cuenta de lo que pasa,  /  ah, I must realize of what happens,
ay, tengo que salir de esta caja.  /  ah, I have to go out of this box.

a lo mejor es que no estoy acostumbrado  /  It is probably that I am not used
a las sorpresas de la vida,  /  to the surprises of life,
a nuevos planes que no había planeado,  /  to new plans I had not planned,
no me acostumbro a considerar  /  I don’t get used to consider
una opción distinta.  /  a different option.

Ay, distinta ...  /  Ay, different ...
ay, distinta ...  /  ay, different ...
ah, distinta a mí,  /  ah, different from me,
a mi pensamiento,   /  from my thought,
a mi forma de ser,   /  from my way of being,
a mi manera de verlo...  /  from the way I see it...

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Miedo al cambio (Acostumbrado)

First track of a new album where I'll try to be more eclectic, with closer approach to some genres. Experimented on this one over-editing vocal line on the left, and getting midi files out of organic guitar melodies, which I could play with virtual instruments. I hope you'll enjoy a different Ruizzoid shape.

Dedicated to Germán Coppini’s ‘Golpes Bajos’, one of my favorite groups of the Spanish ‘Nueva Ola’.

Pic: “Trapped in the past”, taken by me casually in the street.

Lyrics (original/translated):

NO TODO ACABA (JUGUETES ROTOS)  /  NOT EVERYTHING ENDS (BROKEN TOYS)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hay cosas en la vida que no cambian nada.  /  there are things in life which don’t change at all.
Hazme pensar que no estás gastada,  /  Make me think that you are not worn,
que el paso de los años no te cambió nada.  /  that the passing years didn’t change you at all.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Juguetes rotos, muñecas olvidadas,  /  Broken toys, forgotten dolls,
la imagen de mi espejo parece cansada.  /  the image from my mirror seems to be tired.
La voz de la noche ya no me llama,  /  The voice of the night doesn’t call me anymore,
me  resisto a pensar que todo se acaba.  /  I refuse to think that everything ends.

Hazme pensar que lo nuestro no acaba  /  Make me think that our thing doesn’t end
cuando despierte por la mañana.  /  when I wake up in the morning.
Hazme pensar en ti con calma,  /  Make me think about you calmly,
hazme creer que te tengo amarrada.  /  make me think that I get you tied up.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba,  /  Make me think that not everything ends,
hazme creer que aún estoy en casa,  /  make me think that I’m still at home,
hazme pensar que duermo entre sábanas,   /  make me think that I sleep between sheets,
hazme pensar que nada cambia.  /  make me think that nothing changes.

Hazme pensar que no todo acaba.(bis)  /  Make me think that not everything ends. (bis)

ER31FI01 RUIZZO©1996 – FRANCÉS RECORDS®2016

No todo acaba (Juguetes rotos)

Frozen Heart

About saturated leaves and dreams while walking.

November

STereoindie - Lazer Night - by Ruy Gonzales

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STEREOINDIE - Come Way - STereoindie

Words & Music: Jan Schonander

This song is written from a man's perspective, but I think it could be equally valid for a woman. I have plenty of friends that have found their companions using dating apps. I also have a number of friends that have many - let's say - interesting experiences. And, maybe it's best to realize what you've got.

In terms of how this was recorded...there are no real guitars. I used Logic Pro X Revolving Lines with a couple of gain settings as well as the Distorted Stratocaster. There are two bass lines using the Prog Rock Bass and as always I am programming the virtual drummer. The various organs and piano are all Korg SV-1 native with some post processing. Basically it's the same stuff I used for "Forgot To Say" and "Feline Fever".

Lastly, I've noticed that some listeners interpret my lyrics as all personal experiences. In this case I would among many things be a three time felon, met my "working" wife on  a crossing and I would actually be African American - I can report that this is far from my ordinary life.

BLIND DATE

Choosing left and right
An ordinary night
On his own
Scotch in his hand
Microwave dinner
Looking for some company
Some sweet lovin
Looking for a friend
Didn’t want another dead end

Didn’t want another blind date
Looking for a better fate
Didn’t want another blind date
Looking for a much better mate

She stepped in the bar
Painted to the nines
Three martini lush & more
Preached about men
Layed down the rules
He looked in her eyes 
Made sure that she understood
She was more than he could
He left that chat for good

Didn’t want another blind date
Looking for a better fate
Didn’t want another blind date
Hoping for a much better mate

He looked left and right
Nothing recognizable in sight
And then she said “Hello,
I think you’re my beau”
A completely different woman
His face turned wooden
Oh its so tragic
Not his kind of magic

Didn’t want another blind date
Looking for a better fate
Didn’t want another blind date
Hoping for a much better mate

Staying at home
Staying at home
All on his own
Right next to his phone
He heard her chime
Turned on a dime
She said “Honey, I miss you”
He said “Not another blind date,
not another blind date”

Blind Date

Artist from Sweden with Icelandic roots,
now living in Copenhagen

Insomnious

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