I'm in the middle. I'm not yet 9 years old, but I already knew I was going to teach music even though I had only started playing at age 7. I would bring my friends inside and give them lessons on how to play Chopsticks and later, Heart and Soul. The family in the photo doesn't exist anymore, and hasn't for a long time.  Some of my family is still living, but there is absolutely no communication. There is only animosity and disrespect directed at me. At least that is how I feel. I'm alone.  There is no love or caring. Sad, isn't it? I gave up.

Growing up between 1954 and 1972, when I left home to go to school, I had no intention of moving back to my hometown.

I had a wonderful childhood. Children today don't experience the joy of being a child whose sole objective was being able to play outside with a dozen other neighborhood children. 

My parents were still kids when they got married right out of High School and had three babies in four years. My sisters did the same thing, never finding out who they were and what their talents were. Could I sell cars for 35 years? Never. We were just so different. There were many reasons that tore our family apart. My father turned to alcohol after his kids were grown,  in his 40's and was dead at 54. My mother couldn't maintain the family business herself and lost everything she had worked for and had nothing to show for it. I haven't talked to my sisters in years. They are angry at me for reasons I don't understand, and I gave up trying to figure it out. They don't even talk to each other. I don't know what it's like to have a sister. Are they lonely, too? Is it pride that stands in the way? Is it too hard to admit tha

Creating music is my way of understanding what I feel. It is my diary. From the time I was a young child I tried to play the music I could hear inside, but I couldn't. I didn't know how, and there was no one who could teach me that because they didn't know how to play their own music. It took a long time to understand, and I'm not yet quite there, learning how to play the piano from the inside out. It has changed the way I teach. Anyone can learn to read music, but only a few can actually hear their own music. I've written a lot of music for people as gifts and music for my own family, especially the newest babies. Number 5 great grandbaby is due in a few months. Hopefully, my music will be something they will keep and use it to always connect me to them.

I can't change what my sisters think of me. I believe it is regretful, but it is their choice, not mine. If my parents could have looked ahead and saw how we ended, how sad they would have been. When I uploaded this music to SC last night, I sat and cried, overwhelmed with hopelessnes of it. It is one thing to lose your family to death; quite another to lose them when while they still live.

Broken Family

Elle ajoutera que chaque fois
qu'elle divague,
elle imagine des visages et des corps toujours
radicalement différents,
composés et recomposés depuis quelques êtres évanouis. Composés et recomposés depuis les souvenirs inconsistants que je garde d’eux.

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Pseudophorias

Pseudophoria

(KARAOKE) Enigma - Retrun To Innocence

DRUMAX No. 47 // DAFT POP// Do The Dance …
@docfritz // Composition, Arrangement, Soundscapes, Rhythm Design, Artwork, Mix & Production
@joerxworx // Real Alto Saxophone | Organ and Kawala @ EWI
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DRUMAX No. 47 // DAFT POP

Lyrics: Children of war 


Children should grow up with love and care
Instead they suffer, it just isn’t fair
Their innocence lost , the bitterness won
The wounds of war can not made  undone

Children of war, we should be aware
the seed of hate will always be there
Cause even when the war is gone
the wounds of war cannot made undone

Children Of War (composition, Execution,vocals, Lyrics, Production)

Far De Goa

Cast of characters:

mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- synth

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–electric guitar, banjo, production, and mix

J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ—clavichord and theremin

K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums

cgmaness-- @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris -- electric guitar

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – five-string fretless bass, electric guitar, seed idea 

Composition--The Eclectic Collective 

This song began with Josh coming up with the bass line and accompanying guitar chords that make up that part of the rhythm section. Ken was next to add his funky drums, thus completing the rhythm section. JJ also added to the rhythm, however, with his driving clavichord, soon after. He also added the trippy theremin you hear in the break part, too. Chris added some far out guitar parts that fill in the sound throughout. Mark then jumped in and added some of the synth you hear in the break part, too. Stephen came along to complete the sound with his cunning banjo, as well as fiery guitar in the break part. He also produced and mixed this superbly as always for us. 

This is another purely Eclectic Collective production, and almost of us were able to add our voices to this, except Tez and The Mysterious Decibel. 
We hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Time Is Our Only Enemy  - (Eclectic Collective)

https://open.spotify.com/artist/7vheLqFfKV7SLtHGtIX7C5?si=ZZC9HBe7Q32VJEC7c9Rw_Q

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7qnNM6bRW0Quy1FbvHSkS0?si=OSpsrMeSTPqiccVJaB1BEw&pi=7zy_3z7CTqKsk