This is brilliant! something different!😊✨✨✨🌜👍

i like the virus version of john sebastian!!

nice work on a beloved grandmasters themes :)

This song is dedicated to Alejandro Quiceno, waiting for a new collab with him, and to thank him for his continued support ! I used a drum track I made for a try with him.
Don't forget to check his page https://soundcloud.com/alex-q-2

For Alejo

《바흐 바이러스 · PUMP YOUR INNER FIRE UP》

Concept remix for a scene of a graphic novel.

Music written by Johann Sebastian Bach, taken from "Prelude and Fugue in C minor, BWV 847" from "The Well-Tempered Clavier".
Inspired by the works of Wendy Carlos, Pierre Schaeffer and Diana Boncheva.
Arranged, produced, mixed and mastered by Thomas O'Higgins Horna.

Cover art: "Johann Sebastian Bach" (1746) by Elias Gottlob Haussmann. Edited by me.

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Drums: David Lopez
All other instruments: Sam Reaver

Stock crash middle class 
Counterfeit crime of a century
Cutthroat don’t choke
Better him than you on the brink

Cool breeze charismatic
Grave robbing scam of a century
Drill baby thrill baby
Burning up an Anthropocene

It’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony
It’s been a long time since I realized I couldn’t relate
I’ve been craning my neck trying to see if there’s a sign that was meant for me I said it’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony

Bring it back

Pill-poppin priest talkin trash 
Through the crash of a century
Blind luck dumb fuck 
Jamming up the waves on my scene

Flip top shock jock 
Certified creep of a century
I see you don’t know how to read
But you write like you know what it means

It’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony
It’s been a long time since I realized I couldn’t relate
I’ve been craning my neck trying to see if there’s a sign that was meant for me. I said it’s been a long time since I lost my mind in a symphony

Bring it back

Lost in a Symphony

Recorded / mixed: Audacity
Guitar: Cort MR710 LH NS
Mic: Rhode USB Mini
Effects: Clock ticking / Laptop Keyboard

Lyrics:
If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

There comes a time in every man's life
When the words won't flow and the melody slows
There comes a time when day turns to night 
And the flame once so bright is nowhere in sight

If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

Please don't go
You'll never know
That every time I clear my mind
You're the only one I find

Disconnected and tone deaf
Emotionally worth less
Wondering what will be left
I fill my life with emptiness

Remembering your touch
I couldn't get enough
Now it doesn't even matter
No it doesn't matter

Cos if he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

Don't stop singing
Never stop 
Never stop

© Tam Hastings, Ben-Tam Jennifer, 2022

Don't Stop Singing

Don't Stop Singing (2023)

Hey… thanks for dropping by. This is a simple Blues song. Songs, such as this, happen when I find myself in a songwriting slump. Lack of inspiration and ideas exacerbate the situation, pushing me back to the Blues. I grumpily relent then wallah, a song. And what better Blues theme than relationships? Seems I mine that gold often, which maybe says more about me than I’d like to reveal. But who cares? It’s the Blues. Here, Winter will not let go. Bitter, unrelenting winds, near horizontal snowfall, and minus 18F tonight. I looked outside this morning and a rabbit was waiting by the front door for me to put some carrots out. All the birds were hunkered down in thick pines, except for some ravens scavenging the neighborhood. There were some high flying geese as well, that flew by. They always seem to panic in the frigid weather. It almost sounds like they’re honking… ‘let’s get outta here.’ I don’t blame them. The deer are more wary now for some reason, and I only see their frozen tracks and fresh tree/sapling rubbings. I wrapped a couple trees to protect them, buried others in snow, but left 4 where they had scraped the bark bare. I will probably have to cut those trees down, but will wait to see if they survive. After getting some garden carrots for the rabbit, I decided to shovel some snow and work on my ice beard. It was cold enough today that condensation from my breath froze on my beard. They have an ice beard competition here and post pics of the best ones. There are some maniacs who stay out in the cold to ‘grow’ solid ice beards, and a chance at winning. Some have icicles hanging off their chin. No cheating with pouring water on your beard. Just having snow blowing into your beard along with some condensation from breathing. I let my face thaw out, when I came inside. Later in the afternoon… I walked down the the mailbox in the wind and there were tiny little horizontal icicles on the latch. I had to walk around a semi truck, completely blocking the road. The truck driver tried to turn onto our street and got stuck in a deep snowdrift. A neighbor came down and pulled the semi out with his tractor. I watched for a bit, then headed home. So now I am glad I am inside. Take care, Mark

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Wrong Turn Blues

Spring Awakening

Collaboration Jam with Roy Roy. Song base originated and written by Roy Roy. Great ambient background song for perhaps a pleasure drive or grilling in the back yard. Thank you for listening!

Artwork: A drawing by Roy Roy!

Roy Roy's Soundcloud page: https://on.soundcloud.com/1GuUM

When the Music Ends (collab - Roy Roy)

# acoustic
I am happy to play in an ensemble with Francesco again.

violin - Rosin Dust
all guitars, double bass - Francesco Cartocci

Here is wonderful music of Francesco
@francescocartocci

Here are our other collaborations:
@ soundcloud.com/rosindust/sets/grazie-francesco

La Primavera - with Francesco Cartocci

Acoustic guitar driven track with three part harmony and current, newsworthy lyrics

NoWhere Ok

Groovin The Moves - Remastered

Huddled in a hallway making secret mindless chatter
A finger that points at you and the giggles that come after
Spreading all the latest news, those Lilliputians
Find their strength in number

Walk towards a noisy room, deathly quiet when you enter
Look across those shallow eyes that turn and smuggly whisper
Wait your turn in line, (I am waiting), but the teller
Shuts his wicket on your number

Had enough of this, small talk
The most useless information
Oh Small talk, making worse my situation
In ignorance grows, way out of control
When you're the last to know

Mutated seeds that snowball down the biggest mountains
Contaminated water flowing from never ending fountains
And it's carried on by all the empty lives
Living someone else's

Had enough of this small talk
The most useless information
Oh, Small talk, making worse my situation
In ignorance grows, way out of control
Had enough of this small talk
The most useless information
Oh, Small talk, making worse the situation
In ignorance grows, way out of control
And you're the last to know

When you're the last to know
Small talk, enough of that, small talk, ya,
Small talk, enough of that, small talk
Small talk, enough of that, small talk

V3.21

Small Talk

Thomas O'Higgins Horna
Aspiring film composer.

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