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This is the original instrumental version of the Hip-Hop track I did before I decided to add lyrics and collaborated with the talented Ian Greaves (aka @IPG1). After composing this instrumental track, Ian was kind enough to let me use his lyrics/vocals from his song ‘Modern Times’.

Here is the version with lyrics:
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/modern-times-the-digital-age-collab-with-ipg1

And here's the link back to IPG1's original vocal track; please give him a listen!:
https://soundcloud.com/ipg1/modern-times-vocals-150-bpm

Most of the music is performed by me, with the exception of the sampled vocalization in the middle bridge and ending, and a few sound effects here & there. The beginning starts off normal enough, but the middle section takes a bit of a left turn before I 'go off' on the synth in the second half. I kind of enjoyed working the sliders on the live synth performance.   ;)

AI image designed & created using ChatPGT 4o
This is the same image I used in the vocals version, just inverted. 

Thanks for listening!

Modern Times - the digital age (instrumental)

A Portuguese Cyrano, how would he be?

I have an older version (not published here in SoundCloud) with a faster tempo. Here I tried to slow it down to see if it still works.


Nascido para vencer,
senhor do meu nariz.
Mas tu podes crer:
Nunca serei nada neste país
à beira-mar plantado.
Já não escapo do meu fado.
Só me resta ser feliz.

E as melodias, e os sonhos desta arte
seguem-nos,
seguem-nos por toda a parte.
E ao partirmos com as lembranças,
com o talento, com a esperança e o sentimento
de uma nova madrugada,
é um novo dia, cheio de versos, de poesia,
e a suave companhia de umas tágides anafadas.
E as doces brisas, e os furacões da sorte
levam-nos
levam-nos para além da morte.

Porque a vida eterna é esta:
Que te conheçam a ti só
por único Deus verdadeiro
e a teu filho, a quem enviaste.

E, ao repousar na terra,
os corpos unem-se às raízes
e as vidas áridas e estéreis
crescem lindas e felizes.

Nascido para vencer, senhor deste país.
Mas tu podes crer: Nunca serei dono do meu nariz
na face mal plantado.
Já não escapo do meu fado.
Só me resta ser feliz.

Nascido Para Vencer (2024)

Words and music By Roger Whittlesey. Saxophone arrangement by Georg Boehme. Boehme plays soprano, alto, tenor, and baritone saxes. He also plays the bass clarinet. Noel Barrett plays the bass guitar. All other sounds by Whittlesey. © 2024.

Dear Reader, 

In Shakespeare's play "Hamlet," Ophelia drowns herself in what is a terrible and tragic scene late in the play. 

The idea for this song came when I recognized that the grief of loss, missed opportunities, and mistakes compound as we age, and they don't leave us. Instead, these emotions seem to haunt us—often surprising us when we least expect it. And so, these feelings are akin to the tragic drowning of Ophelia, except that they seem to happen again and again—hence the title of the song. 

Georg Boehme, a brilliant arranger, composer, and horns player from Cologne, Germany, joined me on this piece. I sent Georg the basic tracks and gave him no instructions. He knows what to do, and he always exceeds my expectations. His playing on this piece is amazing. As you get to know Georg's music, you will begin to see that he has a unique style, and it shines through in all that he plays. Thank you, Georg, for lending me your immense creative talents. 

Last week, I sent what I believed was the finished version of this song to Noel Barrett, an outstanding bass player from Cork City, Ireland. I knew he would dig the work that Georg did on the track. And he did. Without any prompting, he replaced the bass part that I laid down—and improved the tune tenfold in the process. Noel has rock-solid time and brings a melodic sensibility to everything he plays on the bass. It is a great pleasure and honor to have him guesting on this song. 

Finally, I thank you, my devoted listeners, for your comments and for your repeated returns to my channel. 

I have much more music to write. This is only the beginning of the journey. 

Highest Regards, 

Roger Whittlesey
July 9, 2024

Ophelia Drowns Again

I Like It When You Don't (Harsh)

Orchestral stealth w/ tense pauses & worrying moments
Flowing and dismal, featuring floating oboe and strings that create a mysterious, elusive mood.

Night Creatures

'facetious feces'

Insecure.
Sins a blur
when you're livin'
in the fast lane.
Feel no pain,
until you come 
crashing down.
Lasting frowns
seem to stick around 
endlessly. 
No retreat,
until you get
high again.
Bliss.
Heaven.
The cycle it
never ends.
Repeat. 
Repent.
Be careful or
you'll be dead.
Catchin' zeds,
stuck in a bed 
permanently. 
Germinate seeds
of love within yourself. 

Crashing down.
Masking frowns
until I get high again.
Will it end?
Or is this just life?

facetious feces

method: employing the presets of the arpeggiator on the a50 to narrow in on philip glass, bbc's celts, orinico flow, the moldau, pata pata or sonamos or whatever your enlarged and numerous senses might perceive
narration: a flow, a bend, afloat
image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter

striations of birthing she bore
as though no one had suffered before

shattercone . the final couplet

shattercone - the final couplet

SUNDAY SABER WEEK 113

what can you do?

prod. saber bourne

it might never feel right

Now that’s a cryptic pairing. Here’s a concept riff:

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Tsarwicc | Randleman
A haunt beyond the oval.
Where burnout echoes into silence, and roadside shrines flicker in eternal dusk.
Here, Tsarwicc reclaims the speedway’s forgotten hymns—ritualizing lost velocity, discarded helmets, and the spectral drawl of Southern legacy.
From pit crews to cryptic choirs, every track Fuel for the Stillborn, or Petty Saints. Want to go harder into that haunted motorsport Americana vibe? Or twist it toward Tsarwicc’s quieter layers: rust as resonance, oil as oracle. I’m buckled in either way. 🏁🕯️

I Like It When You Don't (Harsh)

Tsarwicc

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