Really a beautiful and peaceful moment of music

nice piano melody…!! i feel the good healing!!☺✨

gorgeous piece , lovin it , could listen to this for hours :-)

Love the piano..I can hear that conga slide! A true gem of musical expression. Excellent musicianship, production, mixing, and an overall audio delight!

A nice transparent production with subtle percussion

Voz: Leo Andina @leonardo-andina
Bajo : Rodolfo Planes @rplanes
Guitarras, Coro y Producción : Pichy Sotomayor

Ciudad Prohibida

Ya no hay mas nada que ver,
no tengo nada que hacer,
voy flotando con  la brisa.
Yo necesito saber
como me vas a   encender.

Angel del amanecer,
ven a buscarme otra vez
para sanar las heridas.
Para ponerme de pie
y atravesar la ciudad 
prohibida.

Veo tantas cruces de madera,
veo tantas almas con la misma sed.
Los bemoles en sus madrigueras,
tejen sus mentiras por la red.

No vivo para temer 
yo sirvo para crecer
lejos de tanta codicia.
lo que yo llevo en mi haber
son mis sueños en papel.

Musa del amanecer,
ven a ayudarme otra vez
para colmarnos de vida.
Para ponerme de pie     
y atravesar la ciudad 
prohibida.

Veo tantas cruces de madera,
veo tantas almas con la misma sed.
Los bemoles en sus madrigueras
traman sus mentiras por la red.

Letra y Música: Pichy Sotomayor

Ciudad Prohibida (Andina/Planes/Sotomayor)

See you soon

This is a cover of an old Django Reinhardt tune that I learned from David Grissman's version. My friend Chris Maness was kind enough to play the first and second solos, while I took the third with my mandolin. He's incredibly talented and I'm always extremely happy with what we produce when we work together. I used to play this in an old band I was in called Confluence. It's a fun one and we hope you enjoy it!

Minor Swing (with cgmaness) Django Reinhardt cover

A fun collaboration with the talented and inspiring
https://soundcloud.com/todd_wilder

Physical

Physical (Todd Wilder & Libby Laksmi)

Hey… thanks for dropping by. This is a simple Blues song. Songs, such as this, happen when I find myself in a songwriting slump. Lack of inspiration and ideas exacerbate the situation, pushing me back to the Blues. I grumpily relent then wallah, a song. And what better Blues theme than relationships? Seems I mine that gold often, which maybe says more about me than I’d like to reveal. But who cares? It’s the Blues. Here, Winter will not let go. Bitter, unrelenting winds, near horizontal snowfall, and minus 18F tonight. I looked outside this morning and a rabbit was waiting by the front door for me to put some carrots out. All the birds were hunkered down in thick pines, except for some ravens scavenging the neighborhood. There were some high flying geese as well, that flew by. They always seem to panic in the frigid weather. It almost sounds like they’re honking… ‘let’s get outta here.’ I don’t blame them. The deer are more wary now for some reason, and I only see their frozen tracks and fresh tree/sapling rubbings. I wrapped a couple trees to protect them, buried others in snow, but left 4 where they had scraped the bark bare. I will probably have to cut those trees down, but will wait to see if they survive. After getting some garden carrots for the rabbit, I decided to shovel some snow and work on my ice beard. It was cold enough today that condensation from my breath froze on my beard. They have an ice beard competition here and post pics of the best ones. There are some maniacs who stay out in the cold to ‘grow’ solid ice beards, and a chance at winning. Some have icicles hanging off their chin. No cheating with pouring water on your beard. Just having snow blowing into your beard along with some condensation from breathing. I let my face thaw out, when I came inside. Later in the afternoon… I walked down the the mailbox in the wind and there were tiny little horizontal icicles on the latch. I had to walk around a semi truck, completely blocking the road. The truck driver tried to turn onto our street and got stuck in a deep snowdrift. A neighbor came down and pulled the semi out with his tractor. I watched for a bit, then headed home. So now I am glad I am inside. Take care, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Wrong Turn Blues

MIX/MASTER: Woods Studio

NOTE: I don't hold myself to any strict "historical accuracy" in my lyrics. There may be one person in my distant past I had in mind as I wrote this. Or not...

LYRIC

Sir
I called you sir
It was a different time
And that's just how things were

Role
You played your role
And it was quite a fine performance
I was so naive
It’s hard now to believe
I never saw through you, ‘sir’

Gone 
That world is gone
For both the worse and better, maybe
It's moved on

Sir
Did you ever let your guard down
And let the truth slip through
Was there a real ‘you’
Or were just a man I knew as ‘sir’

Now
The world of now
I wonder if it would astound you
Frighten and confound you
But could it be inside
You would feel some pride
At how it could be
If you lived to see 
A world somewhat free for you, sir

Aura

I made a trio version of this flute duett.

Mesto Für Drei Saxophone

We're glad to share our second Improvisation from the Equinox Session, recorded  at 'The Living Room' in Victoria recently.

Again, Tim reached for his Telecaster  and I am playing his ancient Heintzman upright grand piano as we set out to explore space and time and paint a Tonal Autumnal landscape filled with Light, Dark and Everything in between. 

May you enJoy.

© Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2023
℗ Gary Courtland-Miles 2023 & Tim Elliot 2023

Autumn Dreams *

(ᵐᵘˢᶦᶜ ᵛᶦᵈᵉᵒ)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TwXYrCA1Byo

🔗 https://linktr.ee/BirdEternal

⨀ In Our Dying Bloom:

Wolf Moon (2023)

Latin Percussionist, composer… 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.

See you soon

Sergio Párraga

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