Native November Dance

Oh Yea

2021-04-14

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Amang The Heather (Free download)

Lady of Fire Poetry original

Music sampling and arrangement by Tanisha Jackland

He Said

He said my magic was brown
It was the bed of the earth

I filled him with mirrors
Better to see him

I tasted him pliant on my tongue
Better to eat him
He became my sacrament

He said I moved
slow like lava

I bled into his steps
He heard his carrion
Rising out of another dream


peace alms

He Said

Forest

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Rain Room

Explorations 1.a - Wasteland Surveyor

Field recording outside Three Jewels Dhamma Hall — www.threejewelsfortbragg.org — during indoor meditation one fine Sunday morning. Approximately two miles inland from the Pudding Creek trestle bridge and Pacific Ocean, Fort Bragg, CA.

Loren Gilmore, alto saxophone — https://soundcloud.com/loren-gilmore
Thanks for making this special and love always.

Three Jewels Morning

John & Loren Gilmore - Three Jewels Morning

Never ending dream alone 

Dreams to pass another passing day 
What’s the world? It’s not for me to say 

Why let mind just slip again?
When you slowly feel the love behind words you mean to say 
Put a stop to the rush that fools the very being 
Can’t let this life slip away 

Is it a dumb attitude when you can’t find a reason for a thing that you should do? 
In the wilds again 
Hoping to see you are the same 

Dreams to pass another passing day
What’s the world? It’s not for me to say 
Looking back you were always the same through change 

Dreams to pass another passing day 
The life that is has burst from a sacred flame to keep the mind from feeling insane 
Patience and love were never to blame

Neverending dream alone

strange evening

Composer: JRL Guimarães
Contact information: jrlguimar@gmail.com


Sometimes

sometimes sad
sometimes happy
sometimes gray
sometimes blue
sometimes night
sometimes day
sometimes good
sometimes bad

It is the life
That we all live
There's no difference
Between us
The stars to show
The ways of sailing
The ways of flying
The ways of living

Sometimes

Guitar adagio for my dear Father... He is forever in my heart ... (He was a wonderful guitarist of the classical genre). (From my music archives)

Adagio (for my Father)

The astronaut is ambushed by a gang of space pirates while navigating an asteroid field.

Part four of a concept project I'm working on called 'The Astronaut'.

Space Pirates

Rhea

MATJAMI: Acoustic-electronic soundscapes, deep beats, slow trance, empty space: meditation by listening and playing. 
Tip: Use good speakers or headphones to enjoy the rich, deep sounds and binaural recordings.

We three at MATJAMI (Marcel Bode, Tjalling de Leeuw, Mike de Leeuw) develop our sounds and grooves as we interact live, using our bronze, wooden and stringed instruments, (Balinese gamelan & gongs, bowls, Tibetan horns, Chinese guxing & gongs, Javanese kendang drums, timpani, beer bottles) with Native electronics, samples and live loops. The quality and the texture of our sounds are at least as important as the composition. 
We play our sessions 'on the fly', where one of us starts and the rest comes in at leisure... All you hear here was recorded live, with only some simple stereo and eq mixing afterwards.
We love to perform in open areas, theaters, level stage, and spaces with a special feel to them; a small audience is just as nice.
Recently we started collaborating with other audio-artists like VictorYibril, Fintan O'Brien and Phlip Smith (G.A.), Miraela, and Augenmerk, combining their very different music styles, field recordings and soundscapes with our beats and sounds. 
Connect at mike@branchingtree.com

Rain Room

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