Another track from my EP "Short Songs For Tall People"
Lyrics:
You say your name is society and you think you’re sick?
Sit down, patient, and I’ll examine you!
Uh huh, just what I thought:
That complexion of yours--grey as a flophouse bed sheet.
Your breath--reeking of smog and sewer gas!
Headaches? What do you expect, with nothing but cash registers clanging inside your empty skull?

I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
I've got an electric bongo
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
I howl, I scowl
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O

Of course your stomach hurts!
You’ve swallowed too many dreams, too many hopes, and turned them into one gigantic ulcer.
Look out—your hands are trembling—any minute now and you may drop a bomb!

I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
Steely Dan's a dildo
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
I play pinball
I play Pachinko
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O

I’ve got news for you, society—you’re not sick, you’re dead!
Solid Baby!
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O
I've got an electric bongo
I'm a beatnik Daddy-O

And I’m going to bury you and dance the twist on your grave!
Solid Baby!
(Punctuated by finger snaps and applause.)
Audio clip from public domain movie "Big Kick"

Beatnik Daddy-O

After a trip through the Mediterranean with the paramour of my life years ago... these lyrics emerged as an expression of gratitude and love. Yesterday those lyrics found home in this new original composition.

Forever thinking about you and the family we've made baby.

Thinkin' About You [Instrumental]

In This Life

This is the second version of this piano improv. I asked Sophie, my 13 yr old student to add to the music a cello part the way she felt it. She has good instincts for someone so young. She has played several other pieces of music in the past 3 years that you can easily find gong down my list of tracks. she listened once to the original music and then added the cello.  I was pleased with what she played because she was able to feel where the music was going.

Insomnia (Collab With Sophie)Version 2

'Does The Flame Ever Go Out' was a question I asked myself recently whilst sitting in my music studio. This track was the answer to my question.

Lost Footprints In The Sands Of Time

Does The Flame Ever Go Out

A Transatlantic Jam with stellar guitarist Neno J. 
Check out Neno J. on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/vb3YF

Artwork is by my friend's Ukrainian born 
Wife, Margaryta Yermolayeva. Please check out her works at...

ebay.com/str/bestpostcards
margaryta-yermolayeva.pixels.com
rytamargaret@hotmail.com

Me and Neno J. greatly appreciate you giving it a listen!

J.J.

Always With You (Collab. with Mr. Neno J.)

Chris asked for a mix between the Depeche Mode original and the fantastic Johnny Cash cover version… here’s our Easter release!
Cosmic Keanu: vocal, guitars, mix
K2 and the Three: drums, bass guitar, percussion 
#Cosmic Keanu #K2 and the Three # Gospel # psychedelic# Johnny Cash # Lord Jesus Christ

Personal Jesus (Johnny Cash cover of Depeche Mode) Cosmic Keanu/ K2 and the Three

Another low-fi recording from around 2014, although the song itself was written in 2001 as a reaction to the collapse of the World Trade Center. Quite what my lyrics have to do with that terrible day, I'm not too sure now, but I like the track, so here it is. 

Lyrics
Traffic lights are changing daily
Up and down this fine, fine land
But there’s no one crossing over
‘less they’re holding somebody’s hand

Fear and consternation baby
Are gripping this fine, fine land
No one dares to watch the TV  
‘less they’re holding somebody’s hand

I saw you shy, I saw you try to hide
I saw you hesitate, unable to decide …  
To come inside … please come inside

Oh Fat Betty caught the night train
Though it wasn’t even in her plan
They found her dead inside the train wreck
Holding onto somebody’s hand

I saw you shy, I saw you try to hide
I saw you hesitate, unable to decide …  
To come inside … please come inside

Traffic lights are changing daily
Up and down this fine, fine land
But there’s no one crossing over
‘less they’re holding somebody’s hand

Music & lyrics: Michael Sellers
Vocal, instrumentation & musical arrangement: Michael Sellers
Production: Eduardo Fortuny
Cover photo by Miguel Bruna on Unsplash
Cover design: Michael Sellers

Photo by Miguel Bruna on Unsplash

Long Time Coming

Somebody's Hand

A Brief Interlude

Emerging between what never was and what always has been, memory breathes without need for a name. Light carries secrets older than language, and time folds inward like a hand returning to itself. In the stillness beyond rhythm, each emotion floats anchorless: soft, translucent, infinite. Origin is not a place, but a resonance.

Blurwaltz

For Julian

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 of different styles, from country to heavy metal and to 40. 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, grandmother and great grandmother were both accomplished pianists when they were young. My son is also exceptional.  My great grandmother and gr grandfather sang and danced in minstrel shows (vaudeville) in the early 1900's. Kids today have no idea what life was like before moving pictures.  I now 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! 

Insomnia (Collab With Sophie)Version 2

Sonni Quick