Our family mascot in the cover photo is a pottery piece created by me and my wife.

Our Family Mascot

Conversation With The Last Dragon

Unbreakable

The great Elvin Jones use to drive music with his cymbals and power behind John Coltrane and McCoy Tyler.   Joining me here again on a 12/8 modal groove to celebrate the sound of Trane is Cologne's Georg Boehme, a superb Bari Sax and woodwind player.   https://soundcloud.com/georg-boehme. Together we remember these great moments from the 60s

Here's a playlist of our recordings together:  https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind/sets/grooving-with-georg-boehme

Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares

Step Out - Georg Boehme / Jamie Rhind

This track was made on an ipad with the korg gadget 3 app in a night.
I could do some remixing but the point is to rather create a new track instead :)

A big thank you to the talented Wikiloops Musicians

https://www.wikiloops.com/backingtrack-jam-290184

As of 6.6.2024 you can now a reel & decent cover
https://www.instagram.com/p/C72YcLEO2B2
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i6WlY8MygMk






Presenting - Till I Get Over You

Vocals - Heidi-Marie - first take
Original Lyrics as I sung

Choose another road
Walk another path

Time to clear the mind
Time  to the cleanse the soul

So let me take another road

Does it really matter
Which way I go

Not sure what I'll


Till I get over you

Produced in the ARAPA Music Studio,
Sydney - Australia

Till I Get Over You

'poetry cocaine'

Harmful: poetry cocaine, one eyed wailin'
Scotty: lyrics, vocals, guitar, bass, melodica, djembe, cuica, clavas, maracas

'Boy, y'know she's been creepin' in the night.
While you're fast asleep, man, that shit ain't right.' 

'Whatchu tryin' to tell me, brother?
Has she gone astray?
If you put it on your mother, 
I swear, I'll make that bitch pay. Yeaaah.' 

'Well, I just heard it from my cousin,
who lives next to Handsome Shane,
that she's been givin' him (Shane) some lovin'
for poetry cocaine.' 

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But then again my dear I hear you like to read books on psych dreams
You said you read them in your bed to clear your head 
Why not try this instead a kiss then bed
A bliss not said but felt 
Like ice won’t melt
Remember this baby, for now and evermore 
I’m a fucking tortoise hear me
- 

'So, please, can you tell me, brother,
where is it that I find Shane?
'Cause I'll be goin' undercover
to blow out his fuckin' brains.' 

'Well, that's the funny thing, my brother.
For he felt the same.
So let me point my pistol at'cha
and pull the trigger. KaBANG!'

poetry cocaine (with Harmful if Followed)

Nueva

"Paperback Writer" by Lennon & McCartney performed by James Nesser.

Epiphone Casino
Epiphone Viola Bass
Addictive Drums 2 - Black Oyster

Unbreakable

takechee