Day 23, track 8, inspired by a wondeful concert of Gino Lattuca's Quintet at l'An Vert, Liège, Belgium. Contains bits of Distance Echoes from Michel Herr as played @ L’An Vert, saturday 15th February 2025 by Gino Lattuca Quintet: https://lanvert.be/samedi-15-fevrier-2025gino-lattuca-quintet/

Gino Lattuca – trompette
Fabrice Alleman – sax, compositions
Ivan Paduart – piano, compositions
Bart De Nolf – basse
Mimi Verderame – batterie

Lattuc-house

A cinematic score composition to an imagined scene.

Track 7 of Fawm 2025.

Cello and Horn sounds via Spitfire Labs, other ambience and sounds are custom wavetables created from labs sounds, and then processed via paulxstretch.

Photo by Marcus Voetter on Unsplash

Call glory once we are free

Permanence

Tried to carve my name into a stone
The same day the ocean came and washed me away
Tried to build a highway on my own
But this road led me nowhere, took a detour to despair

But I dream of permanence, I yearn for subsistence
Something steady underneath my feet
Something that is always known to me
Something that I know will never leave

Fleeting it says
Life is but a breath
Breathe in it says
Along will come the rest
was I born a wanderer
a dreaming escapade
fleeting fantasy
flitting from place to place



I dream of permanence

Day 24, track 9. The protest. Bits of recordings during the february 13th of February 2025 in Bruxelles. I came from Liege by train and really feels like a drop of water that will end as an ocean. I went to the train station alone and start recording at 8:00 in the first train I took, then, 8:26 at the main Liège train station: Liège-Guillemins where there were already a lot of protesters. 9:22 the train to Bruxelles, 10:55 Gare du Nord, Bruxelles. There were a lot of people and there were drums and whistles. I looped this part. At the end, 14:30, in the train from Bruxelles to Liège. There was between 60k and 100k protesters. (link to an article from RTBF https://www.rtbf.be/article/avec-l-arizona-notre-pays-est-desertique-les-manifestants-se-rassemblent-pour-converger-vers-bruxelles-11503354)

The Protest

FAWM song #20 - there’s a few days left so I could possibly do more but I think 20 is a good round number to end FAWM 2025. My voice is shot and I wrote 6 songs more than I needed. But I had a blast and am pleased with myself.

Shine Forever

Inspired by the soundtrack to Hotline Miami (2012)

Song 8 of Fawm 2025.

Photo by Alexander Grigoryev on Unsplash

Jacket: Tell the man your grievance

Recycled Dreams

It Isn't That She Doesn't Love Me

(c) 2025 Brian Junker
 
It isn't that she doesn't love me
But she would never say it like that
I know she's always thinking of me 
I like it when she calls me sugar bae or honey bee

In the morning when I wake up she is by my side 
I snuggle closer to her and I know the world is mine
When we kiss goodbye and we both go about our day
I'm sure that she is smiling at me as I walk away 

I know it's not just my imagination fooling me
When we're together I think anyone can plainly see
It isn't that she doesn't love me
But she would never say it like that
I know she's always thinking of me 
I like it when she calls me sugar bae or honey bee

In the evening when she goes out I cannot complain
'Cause I know that in the morning she'll be back again
Nothing that she does can ever, ever bother me
Just to have her in my life is all I really need

I know it's not just my imagination fooling me
When we're together I think anyone can plainly see
It isn't that she doesn't love me
But she would never say it like that
I know she's always thinking of me 
I like it when she calls me sugar bae or honey bee

When I tell her that I love her she puts her hand in mine
Makes me think we'll be together 'till the end of time

I know it's not just my imagination fooling me
When we're together I think anyone can plainly see
It isn't that she doesn't love me
But she would never say it like that
I know she's always thinking of me 
I like it when she calls me sugar bae or honey bee

(Photo by Alexander Moss at pexels.com)

It Isn't That She Doesn't Love Me

Day 26, track 11. Chopping some cool jazzy samples and classic beats and recording my voice (sorry for the poor quality :p)

Lyrics:
J'me flingue les yeux sur le téléphone
J'fais des réussîtes.
Il est 3h du mat'

Mais comment font les gens pour se rendormir
(oooooh please...)

Heureusement Shabaka et Nubya me tiennent compagnie.
Makaya n'est pas loin.

Jazz is dead mais pas pour tout le monde

Obligé de coucher ces mots dans une note
Je ne sais même pas ce que j'en ferai

Mais ça soulage
Je peux fermer les yeux

Allez encore un peu de Shabaka, le temps que mon cœur parte au paradis

3h du mat'

FAWM 2025 - To Be Revealed - Skirmish

Blues du Sib

Stupid lies

I tell stupid lies to myself
Like how I never needed anyones help
But I know that its not too late
United we can break these chains

And it’s ok if you’re afraid
oh its ok
You’re not a mistake
You’re so brave

When you speak out
Don’t doubt
Slay the giant
Tame the lion

And it’s ok if you’re afraid
oh its ok
You’re not a mistake
You’re so brave

Stupid Lies

Day 28, track 13.

Le cul entre deux chaises
Pas certain que ça te plaise
Mi-temps ici, mi-temps là bas
C'est pas ta faute c'est pas toi

Je te promets on a tout essayé
On allait tout casser
Une décision qui s'abat sur toi
Jamais tu n'as voté pour ça 

Ca te fait grandir trop vite
Obligé de te responsabiliser
L'organisation s'invite
Dans ta vie, obligé de gérer
Les clés, les sacs, les vêtements
Je suis fier de toi mon grand

Entre deux chaises

Day 28, track 14. Cadence Andalouse Amin#2, Tu rythmes ma vie

Tu rythmes ma vie

Ideas for a cowrite with David Hawkins based on the random refrigerator magnets This, One, Urgent, Terrify

Misfits (ideas)
(c) 2025 Brian Junker

This moment feels so good, your lips against mine...
Why have you, why have you led me here this time?
We can't ignore what our bodies want to do...
But why am I of any interest to you?

I tell you I'll be back but I don't really know
Will what we started die or will it really grow
It's time for me to go, but I want to stay 
Urgently wondering, can we go on this way?

I go alone, avoiding that rejection
You go through people, seeking that connection
One look into your eyes terrifies me
Do we touch this live wire, or let it be

(photo from Victoria Strekla at pexels.com)

Misfits (ideas)

The Cornelia B. Windiate was a lake schooner named after her owner Thomas Windiate's daughter.  She hauled grain and other goods throughout the Great Lakes until she was sent on one too many voyages, too late in the season, overloaded with grain, and she was lost in a winter storm.  A search failed to find her or her crew.  It is believed she sank under the weight of her cargo and accumulating ice and snow from the storm. The lake had frozen over, and her crew probably died trying to walk across the ice to shore.  She lay almost fully intact on the floor of Lake Huron for nearly a century until she was discovered by divers.  This is a sketch of a song recounting that final voyage.  

Cornelia B. Windiate
(c) 2025 Brian Junker

A:
The Cornelia B., she's the queen of the Lakes 
Biggest haul from town to town
Load her high and we'll be on our way
with the mightiest ship around 

B:
From Michigan to Huron and Erie too
it's an easy Summer run
If November weather smiles on us 
we'll be the richest ones

A: 
Thanksgiving we're bound for Buffalo 
Riding low with Milwaukee grain
Winter settled on the lakes that day 
Snow squalls mixed with ice and rain

B:
The weather turned from bad to worse
Cold winds whipped against our necks
Snow and sleet encased the masts 
The waves crashed and froze upon the decks

C:
Heave ho, my boys, we'll be there soon
Steady on, we can't be late
There's profit there in old Buffalo
For old man Thomas Windiate

A:
Stuck in the ice she began to sink
If we stayed our lives would soon be lost
No open water left to sail the yawl 
So across the ice we did walk

B:
As she sank down below the ice
We trudged away through winter's frost
A false step here, thin ice there 
One by one all nine were lost

A: 
Last seen in the Straits of Mackinaw
Where Michigan gives way to old Huron
Nine men lost and nine men mourned 
Cornelia never sailed again

B:
While she rested silent in her grave 
The old man built another one
Another crew signed up to sail that ship
Thinking that they'll be the richest ones

C:
Walk on, my boys, we'll be there soon
I think I see the coast
There's no more profit to be made
For Cornelia, she's a ghost

(photo of the wreck of the Cornelia B. Windiate by Becky Schott / Liquid Prodictions, published in the Manitowoc Herald Times Reporter, https://www.htrnews.com/story/entertainment/2020/05/05/great-lakes-ghost-ship-cornelia-b-windiate-built-manitowoc/3068548001/)


Cornelia B Windiate (sketch)

Track made for the Melodics Beatmaker Bootcamp 2025 while also doing during FAWM 2025. My spin on a very familiar melody.

Twinkle

Just an ordinary knucklehead strumming my six-string and singing songs. I labor with sweat and tears to make REAL music for REAL people. No lazy AI allowed. Originally from San Diego CA many of my songs are inspired by fond memories of beach and ocean culture and carne asada burritos. Maybe one of these days, I'll learn how to record my songs better, but until then, I'm just enjoying the raw songwriting process.

I am a singer-songwriter, poet and artist from sunny South-Africa.

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