This is pretty great. Such a charming song evocative of Norwegian Wood for some reason, with some CS&N vibe that I often detect in your stuff. That strings sound amazing.

wonderful work...loving the vocal harmonies

New songs released in the first half of 2023. From the Albums Frank, After Bar Sinister and A Number of Mirrors.




2023: Danny Dyer's Chocolate Homunculus

Alchemy of Earth was a co-creation between David Campbell and Pauline Frechette. The first four songs of the album were penned by Frechette, and the last three songs were written by Campbell. 

1. Spring Awakening by Pauline Frechette
2. Summer Skies by Pauline Frechette
3. Liquid Moon by Pauline Frechette
4. Ice Storm by Pauline Frechette
5. 19th Century Entanglements by David Campbell
6. 20th Century Entanglements by David Campbell
7. 21st Century Entanglements by David Campbell

19th Century Entanglements

Many thanks to The Bawl Slant for mixing and mastering this one for me. Excellent job. 
https://on.soundcloud.com/zF2rL

Salty Sea [The Bawl Slant Remaster]

Amateurish stuff about the Silmarillion, no intent to infringe JRRT


The refrain follows the first four lines of the poem of the Eärendillinwë that Frodo heard when he walked off for a minute during the evening in Rivendell and suddenly heard Elvish voices chanting.  The remainder of the piece is intended to shift into sort of a theme of the Silmarillion overall (sort of a cinematic theme) and doesn't follow the rest of poem's words.
Sharp listeners will note a few influences:

1) the spots where it seems to pause are the short bit of music when Aragorn tries to give back the Evenstar to Arwen, shortly after the halfway point of the Two Towers movie (when we had discs it was a minute or 2 into the 2nd disc after Eowyn gives Aragorn the rabbit stew ("The Evenstar does not wax or wane...").  With a triumphal major-key phrase-ending intended for Beren & Luthien that differs from the Two Towers phrase.

2) a few places I borrow from the Returner's Hideout theme in Final Fantasy 6.

other places for my music:

Repost Exchange link
https://repostexchange.com/users/doug-stoothoff

DistroKid Slaps forum page
https://slaps.com/dougstoothoff

Spotify Artist link
https://open.spotify.com/artist/7EuvIQRQESX9WFtwI6GqWB

Spotify Playlist link
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0bfWQDwIV4MqqsL8mgZbKT

Apple Music
https://music.apple.com/us/artist/doug-stoothoff/1687430940

Amazon Music
https://music.amazon.com/browse/music-items/artist/B0C4YK678Y/chronological-albums

Boomplay
https://www.boomplay.com/artists/70114948

Qobuz
https://www.qobuz.com/us-en/interpreter/douglas-p-stoothoff/18758728

iHeart
https://www.iheart.com/artist/douglas-p-stoothoff-40424070/

Pandora
https://www.pandora.com/artist/douglas-p-stoothoff/ARjZ7nth7x9xvpg

The sheet music of all my tracks is also at MuseScore:
musescore.com/user/59934706/sheetmusic

tracks are downloadable at my Bandcamp at:
https://dougstoothoff.bandcamp.com/

Eärendillinwë 2022 06 13 Rough

i'm fine, it's fine

Toad's Improv

Midnight Synths - Collab w/ Kenna-Rae

A cover of a song by Seize the Day that I found on here and really liked. It doesn't top the original, so head on to his page and give him a listen. 
www.soundcloud.com/labiserock
or this is the song.
https://on.soundcloud.com/KVPrd

Lyrics (which I definitely got wrong)

Feel the silence of your shame.
If you're lost and turned around.
Feel the anger in your soul.
Shake your mind, or close your eyes.

You get down like a bear skin, 
on the ground, you get down.
Shake your mind.

You get down with the bullshit,
in the trash, you get down.
Shake your mind.

Feel the evil in your tongue.
Which you could do without.
Feel the movement in your skin.
Put some ice right in your veins.

You get down like a bear skin, 
on the ground, you get down.
Shake your mind.

You get down with the bullshit,
in the trash, you get down.
Shake your mind. 

Shake your mind. (x4)

How do you feel so fine?
Your smile seems to say.
Shake your mind.



Shake Your Mind [Seize The Day Cover]

Oh, the sea surges up to the steps,
people turn away from the squall.
Wild the wind carries on through the cracks, in the window pane, or the walls.
And the distant smells of the spring,
seem so far away, February.
On the edges, the growth just begins, barely peeking out, staying small.

Oh, the purple that drips down the garden wall, doesn't feel the rain, or the cold.
Though the cracks in the concrete are widening, it's just containing, ever more.
Like the distant faces without, never welcoming, don't begin.
Always outside and not looking in, never reckoning, not at all.

Mr Jones wont you settle down.
If you wanted to get better you'd of wrote yourself the letter. 
It must contain everything, 
That you've ever thought or felt from the start of this thing. 
Of course, you're just finding this out. 
You really should of known and had this all figured out by now.
You see, you just can't be helped, 
won't even take advice as we dish it out.

Mr Jones we're trying to help you out.
If you'd just ignore our mistakes and stop pointing them out. 
You'd see that you're really caught in our trap.
Cause we can't offer you help until you've sorted it out yourself.
This is the cheapest way,
for us to think weve made the slightest difference today.
Whilst doing practically nothing.
To be honest we wouldn't know where to begin.

Oh, the caption reserved for the photograph, doesn't try to tell, truth at all.
Like the face and the clothes that belong to me, all I'll ever be, for yourself.
Like a trinket that once held a memory, a forgotten thing, a miss step. 
Or a plant that emerges a week early, in the frosty breeze, fading health.









The Outsider

Superlative Sister Susie.
Drinking anything she's feeling bluesey.
Like a Romany River Queen.
Telling all her stories, but they're hard to believe.
Contango clever me. 
Ugly apple blossom hanging from that tree.
Superlative cycler man.
Abraxas anthus, hidden plans.

You took it all, passed it off as a word.

The White Knight of Lenster is sitting down. 
A rover scout, he's looking around.
When Silver Bob of Langville talks.
He's a crossmatch craftsman. 
A clever walk.

Altered the bar and made the absurd. 

Romany River Witch. 
Four thousand holes just formed a ditch.                                     Oh, we could go and frequent such. 
All the best doggies are learning Dutch.
Contigious felonies. 
When you stood down, you bruised your knees. 
Argento placental crutch. 
Nothing really ever matters so much.

You gave your word to notify blame.
You watched as I went down in flames.

Romany River Queen

Now you're looking through the remnants and the haze.
And a memory's just a picture that must  fade. (away)

I can tell you wanted to leave before you go.
But if it's so nice to meet me, say hello. 
Hello, Hello.

Oh, if history can teach us just one thing.
It's that we all end up right where we begin.
(it's a sin)

I can already watch you leave before you go.
I can already hear goodbye as you say hello. 
Hello, hello.

Can you hear the peels of the liberty bell,
as the jackboots are marching under a grey spell.
Can you hear the growling and wailing in woods, where the Monsters are lurking and up to no good. 
Can you hear the echoes of summer on  grass, as the task master tasks you and sets you to task.
All the good children que sera at the moon.
Which is floating in space like a carnival balloon. 

Oh, the danger in a meeting, good to go. 
And if you give me the wink then I would know. (Oh, for show)

I can already see your smile begin to go.
As you open up the door and say hello.
Hello, hello.




Hello

If life's just a short interlude.
'pon which we just briefly intrude. 
If the light is the darkest 'fore dawn.
And the kids didn't ask to be born.
Just a dapple of light through the trees.
Feathers hang on the breeze.

If the world's just an apple in a space.
That the prothets can't put in its place.
It there anything out there or no?
Just a indifferent void that's let go.
Just a ember of fire that briefly transpires and glows. 

If someone comes up with a way.
For us to move forward and say.
Oh, remember when we used to pay.
For the things that were ours anyway  
All is dark and undone, all is pressed up and worn out, okay?

A light that can pierce through in the dark.
The right way to ignite the spark. 
A look from the edge of the sky.
An awkward exchange you let by. 
Sudden kindling of lovers who hated each other for years. 

If life's just a short interlude.
Upon which we just briefly intrude. 
Then as we're not here to stay.
Let's go out and enjoy the day.




[An Interlude]

Video Link:
https://youtu.be/4Upep4CY4ik?si=8RzEhDwnxTx2puQD

Funky Shoes

I aimed for a caribbean feel using skank guitar, organ bubble, bass and percussion punctuated by a trombone chorus. I also added a sort of descant using a sampled accordeon to complement the voice. Overall I planned this as a response to what I could hear in the vocal line. For this reason the trombone riffs and snare patterns were totally improvised while listening to the voice.

tim holden

Neev Seawall Remix (ath)

some random songs about things or stuff just wanted to make more music
Lyrics:

Joe Bartolozzi 
You got a degree 
In philosophy 
Isn’t that neat 
You stream on twitch and on YouTube 
Ok that might not be true 

You started on TikTok 
You grew your following 
You ended up switching 
To twitch 
Isn’t that neat

You’ve been in the hills 
Gotten mad at your viewers 
W gim
and 67 too
Mods please put this stream in sub only too

Joe Bartolozzi 
You got a degree 
In philosophy 
Isn’t that neat 
You stream on twitch and on YouTube 
Ok that might not be true 

You’ve got an annoying chat 
But that’s alright 
Your YouTube chat isn’t bad 
Your mods are cool
Just like you

You bring happiness to everyone 
Oh won’t you just keep streaming 
But if you stop 
That’s ok too 
Enjoy the life given to you 

Joe Bartolozzi 
You got a degree 
In philosophy 
Isn’t that neat 
You stream on twitch and on YouTube 
Ok that might not be true

3. Angry tiktoker

You know I miss the music of the Mamas & the Papas 
And the holes in my blue jeans.
‘Cause who else but a flower child could listen to Donovan and 
Tell you what it means?
The Byrds, they took you flying, took you 8 miles high, 
Then they’d lightly settle down.
And there’s no satisfying the Rolling Stones and their 19th Nervous Breakdown.

The Beatles tried to tell you all you needed was love if you’d  
Just peace a chance.
And all across the country they were feeling so good when they
Hit the streets to dance.
Listen to the message of the Lovin’ Spoonful, ‘cause you  know it is for free.
What a day for a daydream, and a daydream’s still good enough for me.

The music’s gonna take you where you’ve never been before.
Gonna take you to the edge and open up the door.

Crosby, Still, Nash and Young were teaching all their children you should
Know your parents well.
And Dylan had us seeing all the multiples of reasons we should
Ring the freedom bell.
The Band was hypnotizing,Joni Mitchell fantasizing 
‘bout the Woodstock of our youth.
If the radio would play it, they felt the need to say it, 
‘cause we all should hear the truth.

The music’s gonna take you where you’ve never been before.
Gonna take you to the edge and open up the door.

My friends, they tell me, “Scott, you’re living in the past 
And there’s just no future there.
Nostalgia is fine, but it will never last, music won’t take you anywhere.
I look at them with a tear in my eye, and I tell them they are wrong.
I’ve been twice around the world and I never left - never left my song.
Whoa, listen to the music. All the time


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