I heard Erik the Flutemaker describe how he imagined how the pre-historic man first came up with the flute concept.
He imagined a group of early humans living near a forest, occasionally weird sounds would come from the forest that scared them into running away, until a inquisitive ancestor ventured into the forest in search of this unworldly noise .
He found a bamboo that fell ,the little forest bugs ate the inside of the bamboo as it is soft and eventually decomposition made holes in to the bamboo.
Occasionally when it was windy and the wind blow from a certain angle its created a note, a sound.
And that ancestor of ours tried to understand the concept of wind, hollow bamboo with holes...
And maybe this was the way that the flute was born...
I loved that vision and when I saw this art work, it reminded me of this story and my creativity started to develop ...
Erik is a master flute maker, he makes All kinds of amazing flutes, please visit his site, it will bring you joy... https://eriktheflutemaker.com/

A special thank you to Brita Seifert, a generous ,fabulous ,creative artist with a great talent and eye for beauty.
Please visit her site , it will definitely brighten your day  
https://www.shutterstock.com/g/Brita+Seifert

For Tom and Ela

The Bamboo and the Wind

Brautumn

A tribute song to all we songwriters and why we do it. We put your memories, moments, good times and bad times into songs just to remind you. So when you hear your favorite, remember the songwriter who left it for you.

Writers of the song

WRITERS OF THE SONG

The live version is online on RooMRock : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t2ij3R4d56Y

I heard of you when I was four. 
You would have been ten. Not yet mature.
I was too young to miss you then.
When I think of you, I have some pain.
We would have played with your puppets. 
I would have cut their arms and legs.
I miss your cuddles and I regret 
That you're not here to hear my request.

Where have you been 
When I had to deal 
With our crazy parents, 
Fighting and screaming.
I would have enjoyed 
The protection 
And the attention 
Of you Dara.

I forgot you for thirty years
I went through life on my own, despaired
You would be 50. At last mature.
Guiding me somehow, helping and sure.
Where are you now? Beyond the Rain-Wall?
I hope you’re safe there, happy and pure.
I think of you now from time to time.
I miss you Dara. I hope I’ll see ya.

Where have you been 
When I had to deal 
With our crazy parents, 
Fighting and screaming.
I would have enjoyed 
The protection 
And the attention 
Of you Dara.

The Missing One

a fantastic privilege and so thrilled to sing on a song with Maria, a fantastic musician, and the TuboDj

To Forget - a TuboDJ prod ft.  Maria Pia Console-trumpet, SK

An emotional ballad in 6\8 with a Rock-ish edge. 

WOULDN'T KNOW ANY DIFFERENT

la mélancolie de la bossa,  en contraste saisissant avec la beauté chatoyante du Brésil, m'a toujours profondément ému, en tout cas elle m'a semblé convenir à ce petit texte, au point que je ne sais pas trop si c'est la musique qui l'a inspiré, ou lui qui a inspiré la musique

PAROLES (LYRICS)
Vers le Corcovado

On empruntait les chemins
De la vie main dans la main
A l’ombre des enfants
Bondissants
 On avait tout le temps

On remettait au lendemain
 Le désir de guitare
Allongés sur le sable
 On rêvait de Naples 

Métro boulot dodo
Avaient bon dos
Des artères on n’avait pas l’âge
Seulement celui de nos mirages
 De tes mirettes, de ton visage

On traversait les chemins
 De la vie main dans la main
 Il n'est jamais trop tard
 Pour jouer de la guitare

On traversait les chemins
de la vie main dans la main
Les yeux rivés là-haut
 Vers le Corcovado
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To Corcovado

We took the paths
Life hand in hand
In the shadow of the children
Leaping
 We had all the time

We put it off until tomorrow
 The desire for the guitar
Lying on the sand
 We dreamed of Naples 

Metro work sleep
Had a good back
Arteries we were not old enough
Only that of our mirages
 From your peepers, from your face

We crossed the paths
 Life hand in hand
 It's never too late
to play guitar

We crossed the paths
Life hand in hand
Eyes on the top
 To Corcovado

vers le Corcovado

Métro boulot dodo Mais trop vite...   Vidéo sur Youtube : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0WEUXkGfoRA&t

ON VIT COMME DES FOUS pas encore eu l' temps de te dire que je t' aime    (musique Philippe Luttun)

Are We There Yet

You Belong to Me (Bob Dylan's Cover Version)

this song is a cover of "kiss me until my lips fall off" by Lebanon Hanover

The Missing One

The Fall of Saigon