(Estoy tan acostumbrado a comentar en inglés que ya no me sale hacerlo en mi propio idioma!!!)😅😅😅

great musicianship on your page.. excellent players..highest respect, Sergio ! conga and bass ..what a fascinating combination !

A wonderful percussion-base guitar carpet on which the scarce piano chords sit. Great groove and feel!

So smooth and soothing, great track, thank you.

Loving this Sergio! Great percussion as always, and you got me with your bass solo - wonderful! <3

Outstanding Jazz instrumental, great bass playing, nice percus and piano too !

it sounds like very natural, great soundscape

Janne Hennie

"feel" is a smooth and soulful track that blends lush melodies with a laid-back rhythm, creating a deeply emotive and immersive listening experience. Rooted in neo-soul and R&B influences, the song incorporates ambient textures and intricate electronic beats to craft a soundscape that feels both intimate and expansive. Its flowing structure and groovy undertones evoke a sense of reflection and tranquility, making it perfect for a late-night drive, relaxing moments, or simply vibing to its rich atmosphere.

feel

Cover
You started Laughing - Supertramp - Rick Davies -1975

When you're in heaven what you gonna do?
You're gonna sit around a cloud and say
"Hey what a lovely view"

Is there a reason why you're like you are?
Is there a reason you'll be leaving?
Is my love out of season?
I wouldn't mind but to me that is treason

You started laughing
When I held you in my arms
You started leaving
When I told you of my charms

I was in love with you
And then you said we're through
And then I said boo hoo

Was my tie not on straight?
Was it something I ate?

You Started Laughing

'banjovi'

something until the next thing

banjovi

“L’Amour de Love” by Luke

I posted the long version when I only had 50 followers..
here is the shorter version .. it’s one of my favourite compositions.. and yes the “big tough as nails” is a romantic 

Keys & Piano & Synthesizer & Guitar & Drums  by Luke
Created & Composed & Produced by Luke
Music & Track & Album Photos by Luke
Photography by Luke
I use Open A.i for Album art pictures 

                           Beats by Luke©️
                         S c h ü ß m a n n©️

“L’Amour de Love”  by Luke

This is actually the third version of the song. I felt the original idea I’d roughed out with the keyboard and computer could be more interesting. So I reworked the whole track again (twice) adding several ‘hooks’. These were some vocal ‘stabs’, some keyboard/synth riffs as well as writing ( what I hope ) is a more interesting bass line. I beefed up the drum section too. I hope the fun I had creating it is reflected in the overall vibe of the track. Having said all this, the question is: did it actually work? 


Get Up

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...
Vocal/intro & Final text : DelhyA  https://soundcloud.com/user-945711181/tracks
Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr https://soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks
Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Lyrics : Guillaume DULER

Lyrics:
J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...
La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans  mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui  ronge
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous 
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison
Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs la qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui
Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort
des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées
La tendresse des coups
Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage à nouveau où les vagues d'une mer intérieure continue se brisent en silence...

I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...
Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away
And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death
lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos 
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly
And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death
the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one
who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death
kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions
The tenderness of blows
I can't let them reach that shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

© Philippe SEGUINARD/Guillaume DULER  Juillet 2025

La tendresse des coups ( DelhyA - Régis GAUBERT & JIM ) TRANSLATED

Une chanson contre la violence conjugale...
A song against domestic violence...

Composer/Arrangements/Guitars/Slide : Philippe SEGUINARD
Songwriter : Guillaume DULER
🎸J I M🎙️: @user-759566380

Piano/Synth/Arrangement : Régis GAUBERT  musicoman@wanadoo.fr soundcloud.com/robspiritduo/tracks

Vocal/iIntro&Final text : DelhyA

J'entends les cris là-haut d'une autre qui se débat , d'une femme qui pour cette fois ci n'est pas moi. Rien ne doit transparaitre , je ne dois pas laisser mes larmes couler et se frayer un chemin jusqu'à mes lèvres scellées . Et même si les bleus sous ma peau se réveillent , je dois les ignorer et agir comme si tout était pareil...


La peur de lui parce qu'un verre de trop
surtout se fondre invisible sans mots
elle en vit par la force à coté de la vie
prisonnière isolée sans porte de sortie
cécité de son sang et de ses amitiés
ne pas parler se taire rien ne doit transpirer
se voiler d' un rideau de tissus de mensonge
triste jeu de cache cache qui consume et qui ronge

Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

mentir au soleil quand la lune voit tout
les nuits sont cruelles écrasées de tabous
la honte qui maquille la vérité trop laide
qui étouffe les cris de ces appels à l'aide (help!)
accoudés au silence les sévices bien tranquilles
se prennent du bon temps ils jouent à domicile
au coupable les mains pleines de frappes de raisons
à la victime le doute de fuir sa déraison

Et il dit qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

le sourire de façade sous des tonnes de semblants
donner le change à celles comblées par leurs amants
vider ses yeux de tout ce qui pourrait trahir
ces miroirs là qui font qu'elle ne pourrait mentir
les bleus des sentiments qui lui cognent à la peau
violence d'un élément qui laisse sur le carreau
un corps vandalisé mort pour la fratrie
tombé au champ d'horreur abattu par celui

Qui disait qu'il l'adore...Toujours un peu plus fort... jusqu'à la mort

des baisers dans la gueule
caresses à poings fermés
d'un amour qui dégueule
de passions débordées

La tendresse des coups (quelle tendresse?)

Je ne peux les laisser atteindre ce rivage muet… où les vagues d'une mer intérieure contenue se brisent en silence...
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I can hear the cries of another woman struggling, a woman who this time is not me. I mustn't let anything show, I mustn't let my tears flow and make their way to my sealed lips. And even if the bruises under my skin awaken, I must ignore them and act as if everything were the same...

Fear of him because one glass too many
above all melting away invisible without words
she lives by force beside life
prisoner isolated with no way out
blindness of her blood and her friendships
don't talk shut up nothing must transpire
veil itself with a curtain of cloth of lies
sad game of hide and seek that consumes and gnaws away

And he says he adores her...always a little harder... until death

lie to the sun when the moon sees all
nights are cruel crushed by taboos
shame that disguises the truth too ugly
that muffles the cries for help
crouched in silence quiet abuse
have a good time they play at home
to the guilty hands full of strikes of reasons
to the victim the doubt to flee his folly

And he says he loves her... always a little harder... until death

the facade of a smile under tons of pretence
giving the lie to those fulfilled by their lovers
emptying her eyes of anything that might betray
those mirrors that make it impossible for her to lie
the bruises of feelings pounding against her skin
violence of an element that leaves
a vandalized body dead for the siblings
fallen in the field of horror shot by the one

who said he adores her...always a little harder... until death

kisses in the face
caresses with closed fists
of a love that spews out
of overflowing passions

The tenderness of blows

I can't let them reach that mute shore again where the waves of a continuous inner sea break in silence...

La tendresse des coups (with 🎸JIM🎙️and Régis GAUBERT)

Conga and bass, Sergio Párraga.
Piano and drumms, Ireal pro.
Front page, Pepe Gámez.

Conversando

I had the absolute pleasure of collaborating again with the greatly talented David De Michele who has created an incredibly enchanting cinematic soundscape for my piano composition "Up". 

Please listen to more of David’s beautiful music here: @user-92820487

Sincere thanks for your attention to this work. We do hope it brings you some joy and comfort!

Credits:

Composition & piano performance: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Arrangement & orchestration: David De Michele

Up (Ft. David De Michele)

There's a heat wave going on in Norway...  I made the music in GarageBand.  Maybe I add some vocal eventually.... :)
Thank you for listening!  🎧😊

Heat Wave (Instrumental-Original)

Neon Frog

So what now?

The pieces are set,
The board is occupied,
The main actors have taken their positions.

The inevitable is coming,
Fear fills hearts and minds.

Will what many predict come to pass,
Or will fate turn in our favor?

The core of our beings has been seized by the machine.
The art that defined us is being smothered by a flood of perfect artificiality.

Simulation of emotions, simulation of art, simulation of humanity.
Where do we belong?

Where is my place?

And what now?

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This is a piece I improvised on March 23, 2025. I was surprised at how well it turned out. However, I didn't know what to do with it. I couldn't think of anything more, so I'm publishing it as is, with minor tweaks (I literally added six notes in three places).

With this piece I am starting a series in which I will be posting rather uncomplicated, short pieces, created out of the need of the moment, under the impression of something specific.

To compose it I used only 3 plugins/sounds
Spitfire LABS Autograph Grand (piano) (free)
Spitfire Originals Intimate Strings x2 (in octave)
And one patch from truly amazing synth from Arturia: Pigments

I hope you like it at least a little bit.

Picture Freepik: https://www.freepik.com/free-photo/woman-portrait-with-blue-lights-visual-effects_26813733.htm

And What Now?

The miracle that happens everyday all over the world.  

Night into Day

The Snow Queen – Gerda Searches for Kay – Feat. Melissa Rood
August 2025
Duration: 2:40
Listen to more music from the Snow Queen ballet at: https://soundcloud.com/bruce-klepper-1/sets/the-snow-queen-music-for-danse
Vocals: Melissa Rood https://soundcloud.com/novembersoundmusic
Recording: Bill Rood
Mixing and production: John-Marc Ventimiglia https://soundcloud.com/john-marc-ventimiglia
The Snow Queen has taken Kay and Gerda is sad for the loss of her frend and is looking for him in Winter. 
Music for Danse Etoile Ballet (www.danseetoile.org) who will be performing The Snow Queen Ballet January 2026 in Colorado.
For voice, strings, piano, bells and percussion

The Snow Queen - Gerda Searches for Kay - Feat. Melissa Rood

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Listen to Little Man: @user-474544459

Lyrics:

A little bird told me you had left this town
And no one knew where you had gone
So many rumors everywhere
They all talked about you, when you weren't there

But little birds can sometimes be fake
You were there, hiding, had made some mistakes
You couldn't show yourself, had so much fear
The little birds made a rumor, that you had disappeared

Sharp tongues on the little birds
They spoke very loudly, made sure they were heard
"What have you done?"
"Why did you leave?"
While you were hiding, the little birds screamed

Little birds can sometimes be fake
You were there, hiding, had made some mistakes
You couldn't show yourself, had so much fear
The little birds made a rumor, that you had disappeared

Fake little birds.....

Fake little birds....

Fake Little Birds

Heavy Punk Rock 'n' Roll band turns into Synthwave nowadays! Brand NEW album "Ultraviolet Cosmos" available NOW!
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

I love creative music.  Music helps us to have good times, so necessary in the day to day. I hope my music fulfills that end.
  

Conversando

Sergio Párraga

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