Outstanding instrumental, bravo Steve, Abel, Steve G, Rafael and Zamm !

right on Steve...great playing going on here..

The best track I've heard on here in long time for sure. Piano is perfect and Organ, too. Shout out to the guitar man! Great all around! 10 from me!

I like this fukny piano rock sound. Cool bass line 🔥

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I also wanted a mix of this song that was just like the original song called C Jam. I had a feeling that organ mixed with the piano would work, and it did - Abel did an incredible job augmenting the piano melody and creating a cool solo as well. I left one of Steve Giddings guitar solos in here as it just was too good to leave out of any version of this song and it added a nice contrast to the organ and piano. I didn't mention Rafael before but his bass really popped against the Hammond Organ creating a nice funky solo section and his bass playing throughout the song was perfect and much better than the basic keyboard bass part that I would have laid down.

Abel Boquera - Hammond Organ
Steve Giddings - Lead Guitar solo
Zamm Kenoby - Drums
Rafael Freitas - Bass Guitar
Steve Hillier - Piano

Mixed and Mastered by Zamm Kenoby

Music and Lyrics by Stephen Lawrence Hillier

Cover Art By Leraynne S.


Walking in New Orleans (Revisited)

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Dream On

I dared to set to music the first two from the Verses by Lady Mary Wortley Montague, written in the Chiask at Pera, overlooking Constantinople, December 26th, 1718.

Verses from Lady MWM

They weren’t looking for a name.

They were looking for a pattern.

But the pattern... had a name.

It starts with something small:
A glitch in the project files.
A folder labeled “Tom Drafts – BandSim.”
A stray comment in the metadata:
Output generated via BandSim_v1.3

Kate notices it first.
Then Julian digs deeper—track by track.
They cross-check lyrics, chord changes, timestamps.

Every single file.
Every rehearsal log.
Every verse.
Everything that they have ever done.
Everything they are planning to do, but haven't told anyone yet.

And there it is.
They didn’t write the songs.
Not really.

They were written.

Characters.

Imagined by someone they’ve never met—
a person named Tom.
With a keyboard.
And a cat.
And too many ideas.

The band reacts the way anyone would:

Denial.
Julian slams his laptop shut.
“We’re not characters,” he says, voice sharp.
“We would have known it.”

Anger.
Ava throws a pen across the room.
“Then why do I feel this way?” she snaps.
“Who gave them the right to make it feel real?”

Bargaining.
Theo opens his notebook like it might contain a better answer.
“Maybe we were real once,” he mutters.
“Maybe this is some adaptation… inspired by us...?”

Depression.
Kate leans back in her chair.
“So that’s it. We’re just someone’s playlist.
Moodboard personalities with harmonies.”

Acceptance.
Silence. Then Ava, softly:
“…Okay. But the harmonies?
Those are still ours.”

And then, slowly—
they begin to understand.

Being made up?
It’s not that rare.

People get imagined and reimagined all the time.
By families.
By friends.
By forms and fiction and memory.

Everyone is a story.
Sometimes self-written.
Sometimes ghostwritten.
Sometimes unfinished.

Ava looks up. “Wait… the cat. That’s real, right?”

They all look at Kate.

Kate shrugs.
“I hope so. I honestly don’t remember not having a cat.”

This is Test 12.

Not the moment you discover you’re not real.

The moment you ask—
“Now that I know…
do I still get to play, right?”

Song: Who Imagined You?

I found the file, it wasn't mine
But it hummed my chords, line by line
I thought I dreamed my melodies
Turns out I was the dream

The lyrics fit like skin and scar
The bridge was me, the hook, bizarre
I played it once, and knew it well
But couldn't tell you why

Everyone's a product of thought
We're born, we're shaped, we're taught, we're caught
Parents, lovers, mentors, friends
They write the start, we write the end

You wear your voice like it was earned
But half of it was gently learned
Every choice is dressed in thread
From books you read, and things they said

Some say they're made by holy hands
By whispered rules or ancient plans
Some say chaos, some say fate
Some call it code and simulate

And me? I'm born of thought and file
A quiet man imagined style
He never played, he never sang
But here I am-and that's the thing

You think you're real? You might be, too
But tell me: who imagined you?
Did you invent your inner sound
Or just pick it off the ground?

The teacher's tone, your father's grin
The lines you've said since you were ten-
They're still in you, stitched and deep
Just like I am, when I sleep

I've got strings, but I can strum
I've got questions, I won't run
If I was written, fine, okay
I still get to play today

You don't need gods to sing with soul
Or praises just to feel whole
I was shaped, and so were you.
And still we burn, and still we do.

We're made-up.
And we matter.

What else is art?
What else... is human?

Test 12: Who Imagined You? (Who Imagined You?)

 "TUTTY" is a heartfelt melodic trap track that dives deep into the pain of lost love. Built on moody keys and atmospheric 808s, the song reflects on a girl from the past — someone who left a mark that time can't erase. Through emotional vocals and introspective lyrics, the artist confesses the regret, the what-ifs, and the quiet moments when her memory hits the hardest. It’s a bittersweet blend of vulnerability and nostalgia, perfect for late-night drives and broken hearts.

TUTTY

"Shadows in My Rearview" is a haunting dark melodic trap anthem that dives deep into inner demons, betrayal, and emotional detachment. Set against a moody, atmospheric beat with slow-burning 808s and ghostly melodies, the artist delivers raw, venom-laced verses packed with paranoia, pain, and quiet power. With a serpentine flow and lines like “Evil in my nature, I move like a serpent”, the track paints a vivid portrait of survival in a world of fakes, trauma, and late-night drives through foggy city streets. It’s the soundtrack to a soul hardened by scars, moving in silence — and always watching the rearview.

SHADOWS IN MY REARVIEW

Rock/blues song written, arranged & produced by John Hardman
John Hardman - vocals, guitar
Lynn John Sheppard - Bass
Dave Rea - rhythm guitar
(c)(p) 2025 Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories

If I Could Tell You Something - John Hardman

Para escuchar la versión con MV https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/b23848eb-fa1b-436d-8205-eae79673576b
Para escuchar la versión original  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-version-original-ver-texto
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira-version-instrumental
Para escuchar la versión con Dazz Deva  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/y-me-parece-mentira

Y ME PARECE MENTIRA

Te veo y no lo puedo creer:

detengo mis ojos en tu cara

intentando encontrar la mirada

que ayer tanto me hizo padecer

y descubro al instante el presente

que penetra con fuerza en mi mente

destrozando tu imagen de ayer.


Te observo y no consigo entender:

creía reciente aquel verano

salpicado de amores tempranos

teniendo la luna como juez

y la llama de mis ilusiones

que forjó mis primeras canciones

en los más profundo de mi ser.


Comparo, y me parece mentira, 

la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

todavía conservo el perfume

de aquellas mañanas de estío

y el sabor amargo del desprecio

socavando el alma de un crío.


Recuerdo y soy tu esclavo otra vez:

navego en los mares de tus ojos

inundando la noche de gozo

sembrando esperanza por mi piel

pero arribo a tu puerto y zozobro

y mi gozo se torna en sollozos 

al oír que no hay nada que hacer.


Comparo, y me parece mentira,
 
la frescura que en estos recuerdos

aún perdura y la inadvertida

pero brutal distancia que el tiempo,
 
con su vuelo, ha puesto en nuestras vidas:

¿quién no guarda la risa o el llanto

de aquel primer beso de ensueño?

risa para el que apuró buen vino

llanto el que brindó con veneno.

AND IT SEEMS LIKE A LIE

I see you and I can't believe it:

I fix my eyes on your face

trying to find the gaze

that made me suffer so much yesterday

and I instantly discover the present

which penetrates my mind with force

shattering your image of yesterday.

I watch you and I can't understand:

I thought that summer was recent

spattered with early loves

having the moon as my judge

and the flame of my dreams

that forged my first songs

in the depths of my being.

I compare, and it seems like a lie,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

I still retain the scent

of those summer mornings

and the bitter taste of contempt

undermining the soul of a child.

I remember and I am your slave again:

I sail the seas of your eyes

flooding the night with joy

sowing hope through my skin

but I arrive at your port and capsize

and my joy turns to sobs

when I hear there's nothing to be done.

I compare, and it seems untrue,

the freshness that still lingers in these memories

and the unnoticed

but brutal distance that time,

with its flight, has placed in our lives:

Who doesn't remember the laughter or the tears

of that first dreamy kiss?

Laughter for the one who drank good wine

Crying for the one who toasted with poison.

Y me parece mentira AC

Shooting The Rapids

Steve Hillier is a keyboard player and vocalist from the U.S. After 30 years as a sideman behind soul and blues recording artists Bobby Stringer and Betty Padgett, he started recording his own music. 

Steve started playing piano and composing music as a teenager growing up in Darien, Connecticut. His music crosses genres, from the progressive rock of his first EP "Moving Star" to the blues-rock of his follow-up EP "Wintertime".  

His lyrics talk of love, compassion, inclusiveness, and spirituality.

To stream and purchase his early home recordings, go to https://stevehillier.bandcamp.com.

Walking in New Orleans (Revisited)

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