I read your story about your relationship with your family and it is sad, but you have your music and that it a gift and solace too.

Your beautiful performance tells us what is in your heart. I was healed by the jewel of your piano sound.

I just read the backstory Sonni - keep writing...

So emotive and beautifully transparent with every note played and played so very well.

beautiful slow thoughtful pace and melody..remember/regret/rebound..families are made of people and people are a paradox of conflicting emotions..often no answer to the question why..beautiful music here. take care be safe

Wonderful work as always! You are very gifted.

I'm honoured to collaborate again with the awesome Arma Ignifera https://soundcloud.com/herronsound on this beautiful composition: https://soundcloud.com/herronsound/when-the-moon-falls-like-snow

This song is for a musician friend who spent many very tough months struggling to care for her mother and pets, homeless, living out of a small van.

Along the Way - Arma Ignifera (+ltp)

This song is for anyone who has been in a relationship with a narcissistic or toxic person. As anyone who has been in a relationship with a narcissist knows, it is incredibly painful. Years can be wasted staying stuck in the relationship triangle of frustration, self-pity or believing you can fix them. When you finally realize that the only way to move forward is to completely cut them out of your life forever you are on the first steps to freedom. Expressing the anger you feel from all the abuse and time wasted is the first step to healing. Hope this song can help you to feel it’s okay to be angry. 

Share this song with someone who needs to hear this.

Mad As Hell

BluBird

I'm in the middle. I'm not yet 9 years old, but I already knew I was going to teach music even though I had only started playing at age 7. I would bring my friends inside and give them lessons on how to play Chopsticks and later, Heart and Soul. The family in the photo doesn't exist anymore, and hasn't for a long time. My older sister isn't in it. Some of my family is still living but there is absolutely no communication. There is only animosity and disrespect directed at me. There is no love or caring. Sad isn't it? I gave up.

Growing up between 1954 and 1972, when I left home to go to school, I had no intention of moving back to my hometown.

I had a wonderful childhood. Children today don't experience the joy of being a child whose sole objective was being able to play outside with a dozen other neighborhood children. 

My parents were still kids when they got married right out of High school and had three babies in four years. My sisters did the same thing, never finding out who they were and what their talents were. Could I sell cars for 35 years? Never. We were just so different. There were many reasons that tore our family apart. My father turned to alcohol after his kids were grown, in his 40's and was dead at 54. My mother couldn't maintain the family business herself and lost everything she had worked for and had nothing to show for it. I haven't talked to my sisters in years. They are angry at me for reasons I don't understand and I gave up trying to figure it out. They don't talk to each other, either. I don't know what it's like to have a sister. Are they lonely, too? Is it pride that stands in the way?

Creating music is my way of understanding what I feel. It is like my diary. From a young child I tried tried to play what I could hear inside, but I couldn't, and there wasn't anyone who could teach me that because they couldn't play their own music. It took a long time to understand and I'm not yet quite there, learning how to play the piano from the inside out. It has changed the way I teach. Anyone can learn to read music but only a few can actually hear their own music. I've written a lot of music for people as gifts and music for my own family, especially the newest babies. Number 5 great grandbaby is due in a few months. Hopefully it is something they will keep to always connect me to them.

I can't change what my sisters think of me. I believe it is regretful but it is their choice, not mine. If my parents could have looked ahead and saw how we ended how sad they would have been. When I uploaded this music to SC last night I sat there, overwhelmed and cried. It is one thing to lose your family to death; quite another to lose them when while they still live.

Broken Family

remastered this one for posterity...and for Devin Locke ; )

glad you came down

Double Blind

Well i have been promising myself for some time now to have a mid life crises, but i fear i may have left it too late because I'm probably TOO OLD  to have a mid life crises, so instead i wrote a song that to my mind and from Observing my friend who was young enough to  had a midlife crises i think this song encompasses most of the elements associated with a Male Mid life crises, if i have left any out please let me know and i can add them in ...ha ha 

Written, played and produced by Yours Truly: Johnny Mc .
I'm going to have me a mid life crises
I don't care what the price is  
I'm going to buy me a Strat 
I'm going to get me a Tat 
I'm going to roll those dices

Mid Life Crises

The Valuable Friends:

@janinelevinson - Incredible Vocals and Voice Effects
@rick-4-1 - Beautiful Drums
@phil-mcwalter - The Other Stuff

WAITING FOR THE RAIN

And the vines abide
And lean on old familiar ways
From Hadrian to the Satellite Empire
You can feel it in your soul
Standing on Dryhill
You can feel it in your soul
Standing on Dryhill

The hidden lines and lives
Walk their natural time above the plain
From hill fort to the bunkers underground 
The hill can quicken up your pulse
Standing on Dryhill
You can taste it on your breath
Standing on Dryhill
Looking from Dryhill
Waiting for the rain 
Waiting for the rain

Aeons old and yesterday
In a scintillation (Standing on Dryhill)
A breathless moment under 
The curious twinkling stars (Standing on Dryhill)
The water moves beneath us
It moves below the ice

(below, be-low)

A long-gone, summer swift scream
The hill is not dry
The vines do not wither
Rippling the waters of our many lives
The heart of the hill 
Beats on
Pushing the sleeping rabbit to awake and run (run, run, run)
Seize the seasons
Hang the reasons
In a thousand years the hill will not remember us or its many names…
Our heads boiled, eaten down to the white bone

And the vines abide
And lean on old familiar ways
From Hadrian to the Satellite Empire
You can feel it in your soul
You can feel it in your soul
Standing on Dryhill
Standing on Dryhill
Waiting for the rain
Standing on Dryhill
Looking from Dryhill
Looking from Dryhill
Waiting for the rain
Waiting for the rain

Standing on Dryhill…

Phil McWalter Jan 2023
Recorded at Dryhill, Upper Rissington, Coventry and California
Art: My own manipulated image from the top of the hill...

Waiting For The Rain

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A Big Thank You to Zeralda for composing and contributing these wonderful keythemes and the rhythm section…

The picture shows „Ursli“, member of my bro’s family, a pronounced sniffer…

Dr Sniff

1
You can use red contact lenses
You can also glue on a false beard
Maybe put a wig upon your head
Or simply dye your hair
Using sausage water to create a false trail ?
Or hide in Mino's maze

ref 
nonetheless, nonetheless, nonetheless

2
You can plane your fingertips
Put on a perfume Chanel No 5
You can walk backwards in the snow
You may even use stealth technology
You can change means of transport
Or walk upstream
Perhaps hiding behind waterfalls
Or also put on a spacesuit
You can speed away in a really fast car
Even take a plane
You can hide on a cruise- or containership
As a blind passenger

ref 
but nonetheless, but nonetheless

3
You can forge the ID
Even swap your tax number
Or even change your health insurance
You can lay false tracks everywhere

out (2)
You might think you left without trace
But Dr Sniff’s already got your pace
You could even try to hide in hell
But Dr Sniff’s already taken up your smell 

Already taken up your smell… (4)

Dr Sniff (Collab wt Zeralda)

Returning to where we started here: a bit more electronic, this song (but also a piano song!).
Are you a stupid boy, nothing but your own hormones’ toy? Qui est la poupée ?
Here we go:
"Ta Poupée - only your Fantasy

(Je suis ta poupée. Qu'est-ce-que tu veux que je fasse?)
(Je suis ta poupée. Qu'est-ce-que tu veux que je fasse?)

Am I just your dream? Do you wanna make me scream?
Am I just your toy? I’m with you for your joy?
I am just your fantasy. Am I not a human being?

Is it real or just something you think of me?
You can play with me, do what you want with me.
Is this your fantasy which you think is reality?
What am I for you? 
How do you treat me?
Tell me what you see when you look at me.

(Je suis ta poupée. Qu'est-ce-que tu veux que je fasse?)
(Je suis ta poupée. Qu'est-ce-que tu veux que je fasse?)

Are you a stupid boy, nothing but your own hormones’ toy?
Can’t you see that I see you just the way you see me.
How do you treat me? Are you not a human being?

Is it real or just something you think of me?
You can play with me, do what you want with me.
Is this your fantasy which you think is reality?

Qui est la poupée ? (Qui est la poupée ?)
Qui est la poupée ? (Qui est la poupée ?)

What am I for you? How do you treat me?
Take a look at you and see what you do.

(Qui est la poupée ?)

Ta Poupée - only your Fantasy

🎵 Song: „Question” 
Key: Fm
DM me if you are interested in using this sound, appreciate all the love 💜
🎨 Painting: “Frage an die Sterne” by Karl Wilhelm Diefenbach. 1901.

Question

My music pieces are all piano improvisations expressing emotions. It is music telling stories without the words. In my earIy years I sang and played piano in piano bars or fronted bands  I've been composing, teaching and performing most of my life.  I'm getting old(er) now 😔 but the great thing about creating music is it gets better the longer you play, and you have more to write about! 

This is what I leave of me to my generations to come who wonder where their desire to make music comes from. My mother also played. I learned recently that my grandmother and great grandmother were both accomplished pianists when they were young. My great grandmother sang and danced in minstrel shows in the early 1900's. I know have great-grandchildren. They will know who I am through my music. When I am gone my music will still be here. What a wonderful thought!

Broken Family

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