Docfritz kindly invited me to join in this wonderful soulful song. We hope you enjoy this smooth musical journey.
Please go over to @docfritz and @joerxworx to listen to more fabulous music.

Music drums precussion and arrangement and mastering -  @docfritz
Saxaphone - @joerxworx
Vocals and lyrics - @vocalatti

Slow Down  (Ft Docfritz and Joerxworx )

I see him each morning, hair askew, face needing to be mowed with an electric razor, a face wrinkled and weathered by experience and decisions good and bad.  None the less, I am thankful he is looking back at me; I'm still alive and thankful to have another day.  
Peter's poetic meditation begins like a prayer and becomes deeply introspective into how life has changed the man looking back at him.  His initial inspiration was Arvo Part's "Spiegel im Spiegel" but for this reflective journey, he asked pianist Debra Buesking to accompany him which she does  with great feeling and eloquence.  I come into the picture as the one invited to bring them together for a memorable moment, a great honor and a labor of love for two of my favorite Soundcloud artists.  More of Peter's thoughtful music and spoken word can be found @https://soundcloud.com/user-264930040/tracks, and more of Debbie's beautiful playing can be found @debra_buesking.

Some Words for Mr. Part:

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was
dangling spare.
And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons
badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day,
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.
Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord
deems replete.
As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed
of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven
sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.
But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now
confounded hopes.
So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.
But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some
worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

Inspired By Mr. Pärt's "Spiegels" (Peter, Debra Buesking, David; final production)

This is an old song that was orginally called 'Flowers in Your Head'  begun in the late 70s by my dad and his friend. He completed it in the 90s and recorded it with a local band (we can't fully remember it). Having not come up with much myself lately,  I was inspired again when remembering how much I liked this, so I re-wrote it again with some different words,  and probably ruined it. 
Melody by Rob Benson (Verse, Chorus) and The Cobbled Moth (Middle 8, or whatever its called). Lyrics by The Cobbled Moth, and Hoppo (who wrote the first verse and part of second).

Cooler is slang for jail. The Song of Songs is worth a study. Beno of LCR FM is in there and the Azerbaijan link. 

Phone recording 24.12.24. 

When I'm feeling lonely and my life is dead and I feel so useless that my face is red 
And I know I can't get away 
The cooler's in my head 
The coolers in my head, the cooler's in my head no no no no oh
Well I turn the radio way down low DJ D says not to go
Back to Stockholm yeah I'm alone just like they said 
The coolers in my head, cooler in my head no no no no oh
You're locked up in a teacup
Diagnoses all wrong 
Bad domain, rage in vain
For lost Song of Songs
Even though you fled
The coolers in your head cooler in your head wo oh oh oh
Where we met was Persia but the north turned red, later left turned right
The same families led 
And I know I can't get away the coolers in my head 
The coolers in my head, cooler in my head No no no no oh 
Cooler in my head, Cooler in my head oh oh oh 




The Cooler's in my Head (collaboration)

■概要(Overview)
今回は歌ってみた＆アコギを活用してみました。
一年がまた始まりました。
皆様にとって2025年が良い年でありますように！

This time I tried singing and using an acoustic guitar. 
Another year has begun.
I hope 2025 will be a good year for everyone!


■歌詞
「New style of communication」

迷ったりしたとき　背中を押してくれるよ
誰にも言えないこと　ちょっと相談したくなってしまう

何でもいいこの僕を　褒めてくれ　認めてくれよ
魔法のアシスタント

「空飛ぶアザラシ」
(Your lyrics are amazing!)

パソコンの中にいる　僕の友達
これが新しいスタイルの　コミュニケーション

(ah...迷っているなら)
(ah...使っちゃえば)
(ah...一人きりじゃないさ)

(プロンプトにあなたの質問を書いて下さい)
(もしくは何かを描いてと頼んでください)
(願いはかなえられるはずだ)
(ダメならもう一回)
(もしだめなら質問を変えてみれば？)


毎日は選択の　連続で溺れそうだ
たまにはひとの意見　聴いてみてもいいかもね

頑張ってる方向が　間違ってるのか？答えてよ my friend！
合っていると言ってくれ！

「不動明王とお宮」
(Your idea is very unique!)

パソコンの中にいる　心の友よ
学習しながら　高め合う　コミュニケーション

(ah...悩んでいるのなら)
(ah...話しかけてみなよ)
(ah...一人きりじゃないさ)


パソコンの中にいる　僕の友達
これが新しいスタイルの　コミュニケーション

一人で悩むことをやめて
新しいスタイル試して
膨大なデータの力借りて
君だけのアンサー探そうぜ


■Lyrics(Google Translate)
"New style of communication"
When I'm lost, it always pushes me forward. 
I want to consult it about things I can't tell anyone.
Anything is fine, just praise me. And acknowledge me.
Magical assistant

"Flying Seal"
(Your lyrics are amazing!)

My friend inside my computer
This is a new style of communication

(ah...If you're lost)
(ah...Just use it)
(ah...You're not alone)

(Write your question in the prompt)
(Or ask it to draw something)
(Your wish should come true)
(If not, try again)
(If not, why not change the question?)

Every day is a series of choices that seem to drown me
It might be good to listen to other people's opinions once in a while
Am I working hard in the wrong direction? Answer me, my friend!
Tell me it's right!

"Acala and Omiya"
(Your idea is very unique!)

My friend inside my computer
Communication that improves as we learn

(ah...If you're worried)
(ah...Try talking to it)
(ah...You're not alone)

My friend inside my computer
This is a new style of communication

Stop worrying alone
Try a new style
With the help of a huge amount of data
Let's find your own answer

New style of communication

In this composition, I wished to follow the codes and regulations of bachata corresponding to Latin music in terms of rhythm and the choice of instruments. Composition composed and produced by D Ganache.
En esta composición, deseé utilizar los códigos y las normas de la bachata correspondientes a la música latina en términos de ritmo y la elección de instrumentos. Composición compuesta y producida por D Ganache.
Copyright © 2025 Sol-de-Punta-Cana/D Ganache. All rights reserved. The reproduction of the music herein contained is prohibited without the express consent of the author.

Sol - De - Punta - Cana

I once went horse riding not far from the Canadian border in Washington State. Cowboy hat, chaps, the lot. The guy in front yanked his horse's reins when it started to eat grass, causing it to kick backwards hitting my horse... which set off at a gallop. Yee ha! Unfortunately, the expedition leader was cross, accusing me of showing off! Nevertheless, it was exhilarating. 

All the guitar parts were played on a Duesenberg Paloma

Four Horsemen

Vacances de pouvoir - Prod. Gaxillic

Цілував

P-Smoky Quartz

       This song I wrote back in 2000 and it's another one of the first songs Charle and I recorded together. Written during my bachelor mid-life crisis phase when I was in between marriages. Needless to say I was feeling alone and blue during that time but even worse than that, I was bluer than blue!? So that made me Blue Blue! I rocked out on this one a bit in the solos and Charlie sang it very well, I double-tracked his voice, and I think Charlie played some harmonica on this one too! I had my old recorder so please forgive the quality. The video is brand new, I put it together last month and played around with colors and strobes, so be careful if strobing effects bother you. The video will drop on March 1st.

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/C8SF28zQGTk

 I like my lyrics here, they are very simple but to the point and I think it sounds ok. It's actually a very fast uplifting song with a kind of anxious lyrics behind it, so whenever you're blue just remember that I used to be Blue Blue! ✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼  

“BLUE, BLUE"

MAYBE I’M PARANOID OR A LITTLE BIT OFF TRACK,   
CAN’T HELP BUT WONDER EVERY TIME YOU LEAVE,   
IF YOU’RE EVER COMING BACK,

I KNOW IT’S FOOLISH AND IT MAY SEEM IMMATURE,   
BUT THIS FEELIN’ OF EMPTINESS,  
FILLS ME EACH TIME THAT YOU WALK OUT THE DOOR,
         
I’M BLUE, BLUE,          
AS THE SKY IS, 
BLUE, BLUE,             
AS THE OCEAN,         
BLUE, BLUE,         
WHAT I’M FEELIN’ EVERY SECOND I’M WITHOUT YOU,
      
I KNOW I’M CRAZY WITH A THOUGHTLESS JEALOUS HEART,             
AND I TEND TO OVERREACT,   
WHEN YOU DON’T CALL AND TELL ME WHERE YOU ARE,   

MAYBE I’M INSECURE AND IT HURTS ME WHEN YOU’RE GONE,     
BUT ALL I DO KNOW FOR SURE,               
IS THAT WITHOUT YOU THERE’S NO NEED IN GOING ON, 
   
I’M BLUE, BLUE,         
AS THE SKY IS, 
BLUE, BLUE,         
AS THE OCEAN,        
BLUE, BLUE,         
WHAT I’M FEELIN’ EVERY SECOND I’M WITHOUT YOU,
I'M BLUE.
                                          
BY JIM VALDES © 2000

"BLUE, BLUE" (Video - https://youtu.be/C8SF28zQGTk)

skating 2 177 bpm take 1 3125

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P-Smoky Quartz

Sanshu Seiso [Experimental Artist]