Lost (Instrumental)

Just Deep 3

Early fnordery (2022) with Stochastos on guitar and bass guitar and Kallisti on pianers and production

Danger in the Air (ft. Stochastos)

Rozabella

Cast of Characters:

Jeff Roberts-- @jeff_roberts – bass, seed idea
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– guitar solo, rhythm guitar, arrangement , production, mix, and mastering
Mistermark – @user-432503709 – Mark – production, editing, synth bass in the break section
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ, electric piano, synthesizer
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – guitar solo
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, percussion, lyrics and lead vocals in the bridge section 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – rhythm guitar, lap steel, vocals and lyrics for the verses, vocal harmony in the bridge
Composition – The Eclectic Collective

 This song began with a bass part that Jeff came up with and shared with Stephen, who had added some fiery guitar and foundational rhythm guitar to it. However, it languished on his digital shelf for many months as two parts, until he recently remembered that he had it. So, he decided to share it with the rest of the group. We were salivating, all of us, when we heard Jeff's bass line, so we began with Ken laying in the groovy drums and the tight, driving percussion, which propels the entire song. Once we had a beat, we decided to edit the part to include the break you hear about a minute into it. Mark took on that task, and deftly added the bass in that section, too. 
  Josh was up next, and decided to add a rhythm guitar inspired by Talking Heads. Once he had done that, he started hearing a simple, catchy melody in the main verse part, too, so he came up with some simple lyrics and recorded the vocals for that. At the same time this was happening, Ken also came up with some lyrics and a vocal melody for the breakdown part, which he added. After Ken had added his vocals, Josh added a harmony part on them. He also added the lap slide melody you hear in that section, as well. 
  JJ was next up to bat, laying in the breathtaking organ throughout. He also backdropped a canvas of synthesizer throughout and put in some electric piano too. Tez came along not long after and added the ripping guitar solo in the jam section. Once everyone had added their parts, it was up to Stephen to produce, mix, and master it. He arranged and added some length to it, then mixed it in his usual expert manner.
  This is the first song the Eclectic Collective has done with Jeff, though Stephen has worked with him in the past, and we were all fans of his music, and thus very excited for the chance to make music with him. Hopefully, this will be the first of many.
  We all hope you enjoy listening to this as much as we enjoyed making it. If you comment, please share, too. 

Original lyrics by Josh Clary:
The trees talk to each other
They send messages through the breeze
There's magic all around us
If we look for it, we can see
 
Original lyrics by K2 and the Three:
Hey, how you feeling about love and lust
Hey how you dealing with all the lies you trust
We're here to be clear
Not a walk in the dark

A little woweluja
Little halleluja

Wowlelujah (Eclectic Collective) - feat. Jeff Roberts

A collaboration I did with Boris Luxx from 2009.  Mixed by me.

Mysterious Subject - 2009

Not Gonna Fall For That

Darker Shade Of Pink (2023) Anthology CD2 Track 11

Triple C.Killer or Duke (AntiCommunist Cowboy Clown Killer) lies on the cold, unforgiving table, the harsh fluorescent lights above him feel too bright, piercing through the darkness of his past that he can’t escape. The straps dig into his wrists and ankles, a reminder of the control he once had over others, a power that now slips away like sand through his fingers. It is May 9, 1994, and he knows that time has ticked down to its final moments; the impending lethality of the injection looms larger than his regrets. Near him stands Father Tommy, but in the Duke's disturbed mind, he is more than a preacher. This is Tommy Zygote, the enigmatic founder of Thrashing Zombies. The Duke chuckles quietly, the irony of seeking solace from someone who might turn his story into a twisted anthem not lost on him. As the IV needle pierces his skin, the Duke feels an unsettling pang of vulnerability wash over him. Memories flood in: the faces of the boys, the laughter that filled his home, now mere echoes of a haunted past. Once a celebrated community figure, he now lies bare on this table with nothing but shame to adorn him. “Father,” he begins, words slurring with a mix of fear and catharsis. “I didn’t know I was lost until they started to disappear.” Each word scrapes against his soul. He recalls the terrible grip he had on life, snuffing out the lights of so many young men, intertwined with memories of a stunted childhood where the shadows of his father loomed large, twisted lessons learned through fear. Father Tommy listens, eyes piercing yet strangely understanding. The Duke’s mind drifts, racing through 1970s Chicago, the bustling streets, the secrets whispered behind closed doors, the nights when he donned clown makeup to entertain children. In stark contrast, he realizes his mind housed a jester’s facade that concealed a monster. Heat from the lethal cocktail intensifies as he begins to shake, heart pounding faster. “I wanted to be loved, Tommy,” he confesses, tears breaking through his bravado. “But all I found was this emptiness… this insatiable hunger that gnawed at me.” Each moment ticks by, the weight of time pressing upon him. The Duke remembers the thrill of a hunt, chilling highs that flickered like distant stars, only to fade into the bleak darkness he now inhabits. The taste of blood and betrayal intertwines in his mind, recollections morphing into nightmares swirling around him. “I don’t want to die, not like this,” he murmurs, voice shaky and uncertain. “I wish I could take it all back. I wanted to be someone… anyone.” The IV fluid drips steadily, pulse thrumming louder against the silence surrounding him. “Your sins can’t be unmade, but you can find peace if you truly seek it,” Father Tommy responds, his voice laced with an odd blend of compassion and authority, something the Duke didn’t expect from the man he imagined was merely a conduit to the afterlife. Conflicted emotions swirl; how could peace exist when he has sown chaos? The seconds stretch as if mocking him, every tick resonating within the confines of his torment. As the final wave of the drug courses through him, the Duke’s resolve softens; he feels a strange acceptance settle in, the fabric of his existence unthreading, revealing the faces of his victims one last time. “I’m sorry,” he gasps, not just to Father Tommy, but to the universe, to the innocent lives extinguished by his hands. The world fades, colors dulling like a scene from one of those horror films he admired. “Forgive me,” he whispers, surrendering to the oblivion that beckons him, drowning out the remnants of his broken psyche as death embraces him like a lover he never knew. In those final moments, the tortured mind of the Duke falls silent, enveloped in darkness, leaving behind only echoes of questions reverberating through the void. Tommy leaned down and sung, "You anticommunist motherfucker, Elizabeth Proctor was innocent".

What`s for breakfast

Tripple C Killer

Triple C.Killer.

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Jackie Jeff - Inner Mirror (osa777 Remix)

🌫️✨ EP — SAINTE VEDRA ✨🌫️
Un passage vers un jardin invisible, respirant quelque part entre la terre et le ciel.
Ici, tout pousse lentement.
Tout vibre en douceur.
Tout invite à revenir à soi. 🍃

Tracklist :

Floating Garden — les premières lueurs d’un monde secret s’ouvrent sous les paupières closes 🌿🌙

Solar Petal — un rayon effleure la peau, pétale de lumière suspendu dans l’air doré 🌸☀️

Golden Air — souffle sacré, chaleur tranquille, rythme du cœur qui se synchronise au monde 🌞💨

Paradisia — là où l’âme murmure, là où tout retrouve son essence profonde 🌾✨

Atraelia — les racines plongent dans l’ombre, et quelque chose s’éveille depuis l’intérieur 🌑🔥

Whispering Vale — une vallée où le vent parle le langage du souvenir 🎐🍂

Ce projet est une offrande.
Un espace pour écouter sans penser.
Pour sentir sans retenir.
Pour laisser la musique respirer en nous. 🤍

🌺  Sortie maintenant sur Beatport • Spotify • SoundCloud • Apple Music
Merci à ceux qui voyagent avec moi.
Toujours.
Dans la lumière comme dans la nuit. ✨

Paradisia (Original Mix)

House & Techno lovers since the 90s, just to share good vibes 😉

Just Deep 3

Ton'S aka Tonio