Witten by Lou Reed in 1968.
There’s some David Bowie in there as well.

White light - White light goin' messin' up my mind
White light - White light really making me go blind
White heat - White heat tickle me way down to my toes
White light - White light gonna kill me goodness knows

White light - White light gonna go straight to my eyes
White light - White light gonna fill me up with surprise
White heat - White heat goin' straight way into my brain
White light - White light messin' drivin’ me insane

Hmm hmm - White light 
Hmm hmm - White light 
Hmm hmm - White heat
Here she comes now
Hmm hmm - White light 

White light - White light goin' messin' up my mind
White light - White light really making me go blind
White heat - White heat goin' straight for my brain
White light - White light really drivin’ me insane

White light - White light make me sound like Lou Reed
White light - White light gonna fill my every need
White heat - White heat gonna fill me up with surprise
White light - White light killing me before your eyes

Hmm hmm - White light 
Hmm hmm - White light 
Hmm hmm - White heat 
Watch that side watch that side
Hmm hmm - White light

Hmm hmm - White light 
Hmm hmm - White light 
Hmm hmm - White heat 
Dead-end street
Hmm hmm - White light

Whie light - White heat
One foxy mama
Dead-end street
Speed freak - watch him go 
and make it every week
Dead-end street
Dead-end street

mOag - white light white heat [the Velvet UndergrOund cOver]

Everything, Forever

Scintillator

Buy via Bandcamp

aquapolis

The Mask Murders is an instrumental Edwardian noir set in Deptford, London, in 1905. Across three acts, the album traces the path from a quiet neighborhood paint shop to the birth of modern forensic justice.

Act I lingers in the world of the victims: a small shop glowing under gaslight, dawn on Deptford High Street, and the low hum of London life. Two discarded masks, an open cash box, and whispers moving through the streets slowly bend the music toward unease. By the time the six days have passed, the city’s everyday sounds—fog, footfall, and a fading music hall waltz—have become the backdrop to a double murder.

Act II shifts into the interior of the new fingerprint bureau. Chamber textures tighten and overlap as motifs are passed between instruments like evidence between hands. Themes are examined, restated, and set in counterpoint, mirroring the growing list of matching points and the investigator’s struggle between professional certainty and private doubt. The sound is small, acoustic, and precise, rooted in early-twentieth-century harmony.

Act III moves to the courtroom and the gallows. Formal, hymn-like writing and slow tolling rhythms carry the listener through the trial at the Old Bailey, the weight of the verdict, and the quiet finality of a morning at Wandsworth. In the closing piece, the fingerprint patterns return in a cool, stripped-back epilogue, suggesting a future in which a few ridges on glass quietly govern life and death.

The New Evidence

( this was posted earlier by CrazyCompass). 
Nata had the good idea to add her voice on one of my tracks (Kind of Superfluous https://soundcloud.com/samybr/kind-of-supefluous).
I never imagined a voice when I made this music and this came as a very good surprise. Thank you Nata!

Vocals, drawing: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass
Music: Samy Ben Rabah

Celestial Need (with CrazyCompass)

Bagatell F-dur

Improvisation

Can’t Stop Dancing…

From an early age you caught the bug
When Elvis was omnipresent & you fell in love with
David Bowie, with old T-Rex
Then Debbie Harry & all the rest
Then you cut the coat tails of your parent’s tastes 
The first time you heard Terry Hall singing ‘Rat Race’
& life was more tribal & all your friends said
Are you one of us now? Or one of them?

& you said: 
I’m just me & I can’t stop dancing – this is me & I can’t stop dancing
I’m just me & I can’t stop dancing  
I’m just me & I can’t stop dancing – this is me & I can’t stop dancing
I’m just me & I can’t stop dancing  

Teenage obsession - competing styles
Jealous possession to soundtrack your denial of 
Labile emotions blowing hot & cold
Seeking out the new finds, discovering the old

& you said: 
Look at me I can’t stop dancing – this is me & I can’t stop dancing
I’m just me & I can’t stop dancing  
I’m just me & I can’t stop dancing – this is me & I can’t stop dancing
I’m just me & I can’t stop dancing  

From latest crush to latest craze 
To last Sunday's chart
From first love - to first kiss
To your first broken heart…

A spaghetti junction of style & taste 
To trigger memories of people, times & places
& just when you think you've heard it all before
Here comes a new one to get you back on the dance floor

& you say: 
Look at me I can’t stop dancing – this is me & I can’t stop dancing
I’m just me & I can’t stop dancing  
I’m just me & I can’t stop dancing – this is me & I can’t stop dancing
I’m just me & I can’t stop dancing…

The Husker Don't e.p.

Can't Stop Dancing by The Ramsden Squares.

Zach Schneider ( @zach-schneider-1  )composes some beautiful light melodies.   I thought I would add accordion to one of his tunes to see how it sounds.

Original https://soundcloud.com/zach-schneider-1/the-turkey-in-the-tree

Instruments:
Zach Schneider: Composition, Kentucky mandolin, Doug Tipple low D flute, sleigh bells, tingsha bells

Alan Ingall:  Accordion

The Turkey In The Tree  (collab Zach Schneider)

Walter Fini : synthesizers and electronics
Marco Lucchi : synthesizers

a rework by Walter Fini of "Dilige, et quod vis fac" by Marco Lucchi
https://soundcloud.com/marcolucchi/dilige-et-quod-vis-fac

novembre 2020

Walter Fini & Marco Lucchi - Le tapis volant

Playing and creating some music, drawing cartoons and baking bread. That's what I like to do!
I play guitar and mandolin. I used to play sitar and learn Hindustani music - but not anymore - so you might hear some influence in my music, especially the pieces with mandolin. I don't play accordion, despite my profile photo. I wish I could pay it though, and many other instruments.

Some selected reviews written by my cat in the in-house Music & Arts magazine: 

"The equivalent of an acoustic waterboarding!"
"Music? What music?"
"Just noise"
"No place to sleep with all these instruments"
"A daily torture"
"I wish I was deaf"
"Noise arrogantly called music"
"A pleasure... when it stops"
"Can't even unsubscribe to this"

I'm very glad to have stumbled upon very fine artists on Soundcloud and honored to have collaborated with some very talented individuals.
You can listen to my collaborations here:
https://soundcloud.com/samybr/sets/collaborations-1
The drawings on my page are from my cartoon blog:
http://imprimatuur.blogspot.com/search/label/popular

That's it folks! Thanks for listening.
samy