I wrote this guitar theme many years ago for a song with vocals:
https://soundcloud.com/tasss/badadonia-sittin-on-the-sun 
now i thought its time to re-record it and make a reduced accoustic version

Badadonia

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This is The Shadows In The Shade.  It's about "living in a simulation" theory.

Lyrics:
Watching every move you make
Hearing every thought
Knowing everything you are
And everything you're not

Nothing will you try to do
Nothing do you say
Shadows in the shade
Providing you the way

Every move you make, your own
Believe what you believe
Yet doing things with cause unknown
Is too much to conceive

Barely take a moment's pause
Then get on with your day
Back on track and for the cause
For that's the chosen way

Connecting and collecting
Minds and souls to trade
Blending in the background
Shadows in the shade

In another lifetime
Outside in the sun
Playing games with those they knew
Real friends having fun

Mothers called the children home
When the sun went down
Street lights brightly shined the way
For all the kids in town

Immersing in the virtual
Real worlds to the eyes
Without a question follow paths
As if hypnotized

Somewhere in the deepest dream
A voice is calling out
Street lights brightly shine the way
Then suddenly go out

Morning brings a brand new day
In time all dreams will fade
All part of the simulation
From shadows in the shade

The Shadows In The Shade

RIP Terry Hall.

I like this song very much. It was written by Jane Wiedlin of the Go-Gos and Hall, apparently following a brief affair, though I didn’t know any of this until reading about it recently after the sad news of Terry Hall’s death in December. I have never before inflicted a cover on the world and if my attempt here works at all I think it’s a demonstration of how a really good pop song can survive a minimal arrangement and a dodgy vocal.

I may end up having to take it down :/ but there are other covers of this on SC already – so something something Mechanical Licencing Collective something something something. Maybe.

Many many thanks to Jonathan Beckenstein for his encouragement.
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Produced performed recorded & mixed (inexpertly) by Wheelwright in bedroom.
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Original image (detail) Michael Fenton https://unsplash.com/@michaelrfenton

Our Lips Are Sealed - Cover

Reflections of intuition III

Reflections of intuition IV

WHEN MY FRIEND TOLD ME THAT HE CREATED MUSIC BOXES FROM SCRATCH FOR THE SOLE PURPOSE OF MAKING SOUNDS THAT WOULD TEASE THE EARS AND TICKLE YOUR SENSES, I WAS LIKE FUCK YEAH TELL ME MORE, AND HE DID...WHAT HAPPENED NEXT WAS "A SUBMERSIVE EXPERINECE OF DEATH AND IMMORTALITY".  THIS IS NOT A TUNE, RATHER IT IS A SCORE, THE SCENE WHICH HAS NOT BEEN WRITTEN LOOKS LIKE THIS...A BEING IS TORMENTED GIFTED AND CURSED WITH THREE WISHES AND ON THE THIRD WISH, A DECISION OF DEATH OR IMMORTALTY MUST BE CHOSEN.  THE BEING UNDERGOES A TRANSFORMATION IN THIS CHOICE, I WILL LEAVE IT UP TO YOU TO LISTEN TO THE SCORE AND DECIDE IF THE BEING CHOSE DEATH OR IMMORTALITY....IS THERE A CORRECT ANSWER?   I DONT FUCKING KNOW.
CHECK OUT MY HOMIE ON BANDCAMP 
https://post-war-dream.bandcamp.com/album/the-post-war-dream

THX MY FRIEND FOR CREATING SOUNDS THAT CAPTIVATED ME///BIG LOVE HOMIE!!!!

A SUBMERSIVE EXPERIENCE OF DEATH AND IMMORTALITY

Mesmerizing play from the guitar with a solemn voice calling accompanied with an orchestra. No Point in Returning is composed by Jane Johnson.

No Point In Returning

“WHAT’S THAT SCARY SOUND?
IS SOMEONE THERE??
IS THERE???
ERR, WELL…”


[ d o w n l o a d a b l e ]

Halloween Treat

i accept who i am

So you say

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. 🏁🕯️