An intimate, raw acoustic blues meditation on the "Sahā-Loka Grind."

"Sahā-Loka Grind" isn't just about the suffering of the world; it's about the profound, compassionate choice to stay in it. It's the sound of the Bodhisattva's resolve, finding purpose not in escape, but right here in "the Bodhisattva's backyard."

Lyrics: 
[Verse 1]
Woke up this morning, same static on my soul
Stuck in this lifetime, feel it take its toll.
Star-King asked the Teacher, talkin' straight and true:
"Why's the Medicine-King walkin' where the pain cuts through?
He said, "Hey, Big Man, why you carryin' that weight?
When you got a first-class ticket past the golden gate?"

[Chorus]
Oh, this Sahā-Loka Grind, yeah, it's a world of static and pain
Trapped on the wheel, round and round, again and again.
Got that poison cocktail burnin' deep inside my head
All that wantin', all that hatin', seein' everyone in red.
But I gotta stay right here, though the work is bitter and hard
This world of fire is the Bodhisattva's backyard.

[Verse 2]
I saw that other place, shinin' in the distant blue
All neon crystal, diamond avenues.
The streets were all level, smooth as polished glass
'Cause the folks up there, they let all the trouble pass.
No addiction, no nightmares, no one clawin' at the door
But that kinda quiet ain't what I'm fightin' for.

[Chorus]
Oh, this Sahā-Loka Grind, yeah, it's a world of static and pain
Trapped on the wheel, round and round, again and again.
Got that poison cocktail burnin' deep inside my head
All that wantin', all that hatin', seein' everyone in red.
But I gotta stay right here, though the work is bitter and hard
This world of fire is the Bodhisattva's backyard.

[Bridge]
They call it the pressure-cooker, call it the forge
Where you build your backbone, just to stand before the horde.
Gotta take the garbage, the suffering, and the flaw
It's the raw material for a higher law.
"Why you stayin' in the mud?" I hear 'em loud and clear
'Cause love ain't got a job to do if there ain't no tears to spare.

[Guitar Solo]
(A long, gritty, wailing electric slide guitar solo)

[Outro]
Yeah, the road is cracked, but my will is strong
Stayin' in this Sahā-Loka, where I belong.
Gonna bear it, gonna bear it, gotta push on through
Till every last broken soul can stand up new.
The Sahā-Loka Grind... yeah. The grind...

Sahà-Loka Grind

When the storm's a brewin', don't let that boat get away! Stay strong my friends

My Mooring Song

Scott Low - Vocals and Guitar
Kyle Jerome - Vocals, sax, percussion
Fisher Wilson - Bass and synths
Peter Webb - debut on drums

a sampler from last Satruday. was real nice.

Gamblin Man

Deep Elum Blues

heaVen

The Wild West just went full Industrial Techno. ⚠️ My new track "MUSIC HAS NO SEX" just dropped on Soundcloud. It’s a brutal, distorted machine-beat showdown featuring a frantic banjo riff and snarling vocals.



#CyberSaloonRave #IndustrialTechno #BanjoTechno #OutlawEBM #HardTechno #NewMusic


Wired. Down. Steel. Dust. Music. Or. Death.

Music has sex. Sex has music.
Music has sex, sex has music, GET UP!
Music has sex, sex has music, MOVE!
He has music.
He has music.

IS THE CIRCUIT LIVE?!
DO YOU HEAR THE RHYTHM?!

MUSIC HAS NO SEX!
SEX IS A LIE
MUSIC HAS NO SEX!
SHE HAS NO HEART, SHE HAS THE BEAT
MUSIC HAS NO SEX!
...NO SIN! NO SIN!
HE HAS MUSIC! HE HAS MUSIC! RELOAD

She has no sex. She has no sex. Music has none.
He has music. Sex.
He has music. He has music. Sex.
He has music. Music. Music. Music. Music.

ARE YOU ALIVE?!
DO YOU FEEL THE GROOVE?!

MUSIC HAS NO SEX!
SEX IS DEAD
MUSIC HAS NO SEX!
SHE HAS NO SOUL, SHE HAS THE SOUND
MUSIC HAS NO SEX!
...NO RULES! NO RULES!
HE HAS MUSIC! HE HAS MUSIC! REVOLT

L-E-M-O-N.
The voice... The voice is... that is SIN.
S-E-X!

Music has no sex! FASTER!
Sex has music! DANCE!
He has music! FOREVER!
She has no sex! UNTIL THE END!
Music! Music! Music! Music!

MUSIC HAVE NO SEX

Mean Ol' Girl

Summer's Snow

Happy Halloween, everybody! In the spirit of the holiday, here's a bonus track to listen to while you're carving Jack-o'-Lanterns. It's a little ghost story about someone who ignores the old maxim that you can't go home again. He decides that he can . . . from the grave, and scares the hell out of his neighbors in the process. Musically, this one is acoustic blues meets Western swing with plenty of nods to some classic songs in both genres. As always, check out DIYRockAndRoll.com for more info.

lyrics:
Freddie died in the morning, that evening he went downtown
Freddie died in the morning, that evening he went downtown
Scared the hell of Bobby, who was over by the bowling ground
[Ah, he sure did!]

Bobby called the Sheriff, said "think you best bring your men"
Bobby called the Sheriff, said "think you best bring your men"
Sheriff said, "Bobby, I'll put you in the drunk tank again"

When Sherriff saw Freddie, couldn't believe his natural eyes
Sherriff saw Freddie, couldn't believe his natural eyes
Said, "hey, Freddie, I thought you'd upped and died"

[Lap steel solo]

Sheriff took Freddie, put him in a lonesome cell,
Sheriff took Freddie, and he put him in a lonesome cell,
But Freddie blew prison, faster than he left hell
[Aw, and that's fast!]

You got the death letter blues just sitting 'round your old town
You got the death letter blues sitting 'round your old town
Read the P.S., you might come back around

[Lap steel solo]

If you catch the doggone Zombie, if you catch the doggone Zombie
You catch the doggone Zombie blues
You might find yourself on the evening news
[Scaring everybody!]

[Lap steel solos]
credits
released October 30, 2025
Written, arranged, performed, and recorded by Pete Berris & The Motor Inns.

Zombie Blues

A Muddy Waters influenced instrumental, Mississippi Delta blues, slide guitar with a moaning harmonica. Puts you right smack dab in the Mississippi Delta with your toes in the water!

Muddy Creek Blues

Shine a Light Blues, Vol. I is a journey through faith and fire — gritty delta-born blues filtered through electric guitar confessionals and church-born choruses. Each track is a little sermon: stomping rhythms, aching harmonica, and guitar solos that talk back to the truth. Expect moments of prayerful hush and full-throttle release — music that’s equal parts refuge and righteous roar.

This record sits where Sunday morning meets the midnight train: smoky, honest, and unapologetically emotional. Whether you’re chasing catharsis, craving a deep blues groove, or just want a powerful solo to ride out with, these songs give you space to feel and to move.

Thy Kingdom Come (Our Father)

Law of Love

My Rock and Fortress (Psalm 31)

Shelter in His Shadow (Psalm 91)

Ramble No More

The Forgotten Promise | By The William Altig Choir

We all carry something ancient within us—a promise made before memory, a purpose that calls to us through the noise of daily life. "The Secret Vow" is a heavy blues meditation on the profound loss we feel when we've forgotten why we're here.

Drawing from the Buddhist teaching of the Bodhisattva vow—the commitment to return to this world of conflict to benefit all beings—this song explores what happens when life's preoccupations bury that sacred purpose so deep it becomes a secret even to ourselves. The weight we carry isn't a burden to escape, but a key waiting to unlock our deepest calling.

Through haunting fingerpicked guitar, wailing slide, and raw vocal testimony, the song journeys from confusion and heaviness toward the breakthrough moment of remembering. It's about waking up to the realization that we didn't come here by accident—we came on purpose, with purpose.

For anyone who's ever felt simultaneously lost and called, burdened by a mission they can't quite name, preoccupied by a thousand distractions while something sacred whispers from beneath it all—this song is for you.

The secret vow was never hidden. It was sleeping in your heart. And today's the day you start.


Lyrics
Verse 1
[Fingerpicked acoustic guitar, sparse and haunting]
I wake before the dawn breaks, with weight upon my chest
Something whispers in the silence, won’t let my spirit rest
There’s a promise in my bones, carved deeper than my name
But the preoccupations of this life have smothered out the flame
I walk these streets like shadows, familiar but alone
Each face I pass, a question mark, each moment overthrown
By bills and fears and anger, by the grinding of the day
While something sacred calls to me from ages far away

Chorus
[Full band enters: slide guitar, upright bass, brushed drums]
I made a vow, I made a vow
Before I can’t remember when
To walk into the fire, to come back here again
But the secret’s grown so heavy
That I’ve buried it from me
I made a vow to all of you
But I’ve forgotten how to see

Verse 2
[Guitar builds intensity, adding distortion on the edges]
Some nights I dream of battlefields where suffering runs deep
Of reaching out my hands to hold the ones who cannot sleep
Of stepping through the doorway into conflict and to pain
Not running from, but running toward, to help them break the chain
But morning comes with coffee, with the traffic and the news
With a thousand small distractions and a thousand small refusals
To remember why I’m here at all, what mission brought me through
The veil between the worlds I’ve known to stand here next to you

Chorus
[Heavier, with harmonica wailing between lines]
I made a vow, I made a vow
Before this flesh and bone
To benefit all beings, not to walk this path alone
But the secret’s grown so heavy
I’m a stranger to myself
I made a vow that mattered once
Now it’s gathering dust on shelves

Bridge
[Music strips down to just voice and acoustic guitar, building gradually]
Wait—
There’s a crack in the concrete
There’s a light beneath the door
There’s a reason I keep stumbling
Like I’ve been here once before
Maybe—
[Drums return, soft but insistent]
All this weight I’m carrying
Isn’t burden, it’s a key
To unlock the ancient promise
That’s been waiting inside of me
[Full band swells]
I came into this world of conflict
Not to add more to the pain
But to hold the hand of suffering
And walk with it again

Final Chorus
[Triumphant, cathartic, full-throated]
I made a vow, I MADE A VOW
And now I’m starting to recall
To come back here in service
To answer when you call
The secret wasn’t hidden
It was sleeping in my heart
I made a vow to benefit all beings
And today’s the day I start
I made a vow to benefit all beings
And today’s the day I start

Outro
[Extended instrumental fade with slide guitar and harmonica trading phrases, like a conversation between the old forgotten self and the newly awakened one. Ends on a single, sustained note of resolution]

The Forgotten Promise

A song about a man recalling the joy of his childhood and vows to carry that joy through his life.

Childhood Memories.

cruelty of fate, irony of time 
if he hadn't missed his bus
he might have missed the crime

they found him in his underwear and one black sock 
the coroner said the time of death was two o'clock
 his neck was bent and showed the signs
of multiple contusions 
his face was bruised and staring eyes
showed signs of his confusion
 oh can this really be, happening to me 
cruelty of fate, the irony of time

cruelties of fate, irony of time 
if he hadn't missed his bus
he might have missed the crime 
one inch to the left or right or just one minute late 
and he'd have walked off down the street
and missed his first blind date 
or maybe you and he could never really see 
the cruelty of fate, the irony of time

victims never know their fate
they really don't suspect it 
but when they do it's much too late 
to know is to expect it 
what's that sound, do i hear someone 
laughing quite insanely 
no one gets out of here alive
your fate can be seen plainly
oh cruelty of fate, the irony of time .
....... 
written & produced by kid otari 
drums by greek god Yannis Alfiers 
keyboards by guillaume, guitars by naldo
 vocals by blind lemon pledge and lizzy
cover photo: Gun by William Klein 1955 NYC

......

Cruelty ozn-5shrtn

Cruelty of Fate

Hey….. Whatcha been up to lately? I’ve been outside working in the yard and garden. Reminded me of this old ranch hand who lived down by the river a couple decades ago. One autumn, he dug out every last quack grass root from his large garden and then died shortly thereafter, leaving a weed-free garden behind, for someone else that next Spring. I’m not too far behind him as far as digging out quack grass roots goes. In my spare time, I have been fumbling about on Ukulele. Luckily for you, this is not another Ukulele Song. Hahahaha. This song probably would have never happened if it wasn’t for a string buzz on the low E string. All music and vocals are by me and my slide guitar. This is a new realm of musical exploration for me. There are some recent slide ideas on this that I had been working up, but they never seemed to gel until now. Ah….the serendipity of a buzzing string in the life of a struggling musician. Anyway, I hope you like this new song. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Primal Nature

Ghorppo — crafted by the future, driven by the heart.

Where nostalgia meets tomorrow. From the soul and swing of the ’50s to the neon dreams of the early 2000s, Ghorppo blends Motown grooves, British pop charm, and soft rock warmth into something timeless yet new.

Each song is a story born between eras — sung in English, Portuguese, Spanish, and Italian — where vintage melodies find a modern pulse.

Whether you’re here to dance, reflect, or drift away, Ghorppo invites you into a world where technology and emotion play in perfect harmony.

Please like and share. 
Welcome to the musical world of The William Altig Choir, where ancient wisdom meets contemporary sound.

Inspired by the teachings of the Lotus Sutra and infused with deep spiritual themes, my music blends the rich traditions of blues and folk with modern elements, creating a unique fusion that resonates with both the heart and soul.

I've been captivated by the Lotus Sutra's messages of compassion, wisdom, and transformation since my youth. It's a journey of self-discovery that has found its voice in my music. Each song is a reflection of my own spiritual awakening and a celebration of universal truths.

My style is characterized by emotive storytelling, powerful lyrics, and a commitment to exploring the depths of human experience. Featuring contemplative blues, acoustic slide guitar, saxophone melodies, and the harmonies of a gospel choir, my music reflects a quest for enlightenment and a better understanding of the self.

Join me on this musical journey. Together, we can explore the teachings of the Lotus Sutra, finding solace, hope, and a deeper connection to the world around us.

#SpiritualMusic  #LotusSutraMusic  #ContemplativeBlues  #BuddhistGospel #AcousticSlideGuitar  #GospelChoir  #Self-Discovery  #SpiritualAwakening  #Hope  #The_William_Altig_Choir

I write songs to play slide guitars over to change some perspective

Don't let the perfect be the enemy of the good enough for rock and roll!

I write the lyrics, and AI generates the music based on my style and genre prompts.

Contact: delmizemusic@gmail.com 
All copyrights reserved. BMI Music
Songwriter, Multi instrumentalist, Lyricist,

Old school Blues. Both a bit of the Delta - Robert Johnson, and a bunch of the West Side of Chicago - Buddy Guy. Mixed in with plenty of Pop. email: stingerstevens@gmail.com

I record to write. Leave me some feedback. I'd love to know what you think.

TOUCH2SOUL
i make music that touches the soul :-)

Hey. I am a late bloomer musically. Initially I started on acoustic guitar, then within the last 4 years: Banjo, slide guitar, dobro, recorder, harmonica and singing.  Most of my songs are rough, unpolished, unpracticed, recordings made on an old laptop. Thank you for the love and support, the insights and ideas, the camaraderie and fellowship, Lammbone

Welcome to My American Dream. Like someone once said in a song, "What a long, strange trip it's been." I remember music being something special for, well, as long as I remember. My Grandparent's Classical records. My Parent's Big Band & early Rock & Roll. "Tell it to the Marines." My older sister's eclectic record collection. That 9 transistor®™ radio that went everywhere with you. WJR, WXYZ, WKNR, CKLW, WRIF & WABX. The Beatles, Rolling Stones & The Who. Mo Town. The Frost, Stoogies & MC5. Black Sabbath, ELP & Chicago. Johnny Cash, Roger Miller & The Statler Brothers. The segue from "She Loves You, Ya, Ya, Ya" to "Power to the People." Trumpet in Jr. High School. Tuba and Bass Guitar in High School. Concert & Jazz Bands in College. And gigging. Lots & lots of gigging. Hard Rock covers through out Mid & Upper Michigan during College. Rock, Punk, Fusion & Jazz and an occasional Bluegrass or Country gig (Ask me about that cold day in Hell!) in and around Detroit in the late 70s, early 80s. Reggae, Rock, Country & Island Music in the Florida Keys in the mid to late 80s. Back to Metro Detroit to play The Blues. A few years in Elgin, IL then back again to Michigan. And Here I Am.

This is a collection of songs I've wriitten over the years. The oldest here was written around 1980, the latest in 2022. I use various styles with Blues, Rock & Country (Roots music I suppose) being the most prominent. I perform all vocals and instruments with a few guests helping me out. I hope you enjoy what I've created.

Other musicians you may hear:
Alex Kidd - Acoustic Guitar (Fryin' Pan)
Larry Marek - Piano (Why Did You Never?)
Dave Kocbus - Trumpet (Why Did You Never?)

kid otari is a collaboration of naldo & guillaume
https://soundcloud.com/naldeau/tracks
https://soundcloud.com/guillaumelecompositeur/tracks
our NG-Xp experimental instrumental music here:
https://soundcloud.com/ng-xp/tracks

New tracks tagged #Slide Guitar