Amazingly warm and inviting sounding drum & percussion work !!

And I very much like how this is mic'd up to sound really full, vibrant, and with a fantastic rhythmical energy to it all !!

Tu as l'air de t'être fait un super studio pour la musique . En tous cas le son est bon ! 🥁

Et les greffes de tes bras supplémentaires ont pris 😂

The percussion are fantastic. Love listening to people just riff.

J'adore les percus et là je dois dire que je suis servi, bravo Tulipe exercice parfaitement réussi ça sonne à merveille!

Vivement que je vienne voir ce super studio et que tu me fasses une démo de percu et autres !! Cet exercice est fabuleux à écouter !

Song reminds me of some early 70's British bands mixed in with some of my own arty farty stylings..Hope you like it.

Miss Breedlove

I got rid of the bridge before the guitar solo...

One minute you're here
And the next you're marching
I don't like your mimes
Will you hold me tight
And not go snogging
Don't be afraidTo try skyving

It's only tears on my cheek
It's only tears on myCheeks

Everyone is zombie like
Some sometimes
Your fucking words
Cut deeper that a tweeny
Oh I finally see the crime

It's only tears on my cheek
It's only tears on my
There's nothing left for us to go back
Ah ah ah ah ah
Tears on my cheeks
Ah ah ah ah ah
Tears on my, tears on my, tears on my cheek
It's only a fucking tear on cheek
Who's responsable for that fucking tear?
It's only tears on my
It's only tears on my
On my cheek
It's only tears on my
It's only tears on my
On my cheek
It's only tears on my
It's only tears on my
On my cheek
It's only tears on my
It's only tears on my
On my cheek

Ah Shit !

Tears on my Cheek

Translation above
Une de mes nombreuses chansons écrites pour mes élèves.
Voix : Patrice https://soundcloud.com/patrice-mary06

Ma fenêtre
Je vois par les carreaux 
Ce que font les oiseaux : 
Quand ils quittent leur nid 
C’est qu’ils ont bien grandi.
Alors, j’ai ce désir
Qui me ferait plaisir :
Je rêve d’être ailleurs 
D’être grand et sans peur.

Refrain :
Ma fenêtre ouvre un ciel 
De rêves en ribambelle. 
Ma fenêtre m’attire
Et m’invite à partir.

Tout comme eux dans le ciel 
Un beau jour je pourrai,
En déployant mes ailes 
Comme les grands voler.
Si jamais je me perds 
Dans cette immensité, 
J’aurai comme repère 
Mon enfance passée. (refrain)

Myckaël Marcovic, le 16 septembre 2015

One of the many songs I've written for my students.
Voices: Miorcos https://book.easyzic.com/miorcos

My window

I can see through the panes
What birds do:
When they leave their nest
It's because they've grown up.

So I have this desire
That would please me:
I dream of being somewhere else
To be big and fearless.

Chorus : 
My window opens a sky
Of dreams in ribambelle.
My window attracts me
And invites me to leave.

Like them in the sky
One day I'll be able
Spreading my wings
Like the great ones.

If ever I get lost
In this immensity,
I'll have as a landmark
My past childhood.
(chorus)

Myckaël Marcovic, September 16, 2015

Ma fenêtre (feat. Patrice)

Find time to meditate.. for the body, mind and soul!! Namastè

Meditation

The beak-faced, egg-breasted Bird Mother is the oldest known supernatural deity and she was worshipped in the oak groves of these isles long before any other more humanoid entities.

I wrote this after learning that frequency spectographic research found the dawn chorus builds, with its sound, what looks like cathedrals of light. (More here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2021/01/14/the-cathedrals-of-light-sung-by-the-dawn-chorus/) 

I am very grateful to APi-ZZ (Andreas Pirner) for composing such enchanting music. You can find him here: https://soundcloud.com/api_zz

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024 

Music by APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) 
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner), January 2024 

Cover Art: Detail from a stained glass window at Dornoch Cathedral in the Scottish Highlands, taken by John Haslam. 

Poem: 

All honour to the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her eye of the Moon. 
Our groves were grown for her Offertory 
and even now that they have become churches, 
her birds still intone sonic cathedrals of light 
to wind Saturn’s clock for each new day ... 
and will do for so long as the Earth is.

The murmuring Starlings keep vigil in the dark, 
sparkling in their bright constellations. 
A Long-Eared Owl hoots the Magnificat 
through the cloisters, to prepare the Mass 
for the sleep-dreaming congregations. 

An Eagle arrives at the lectern 
to conduct the Liturgy of Hours, 
its hawkwind-breath inspires and expires 
through the lead-slated roofs and copper spires, 
with prayers reaching up to Her flower-decked bower.
Then a Martin begins the morning Matins 
by swift-spiralling above to show 
we’re all part of the round robin rhyme 
of the tic-tocking Wheel of Time, 
here in our nests and bowers down below. 

At Lauds, a Lark ascends through tree-lined arches 
into the heavenly fan vaulting, 
a glorious Gloria trilling on its tongue, 
that the Sun will keep its promise 
that a new day will come, 
its joy unstinting and unhalting, 
As through the leaded panes of the old church Quire, 
skies are turning from blusher to butter, 
while songbirds in serried ranks, brightly arrayed, 
are chirping and whistling a dawn chorus of praise 
to Her Blessedness, the egg-breasted Bird Mother.

At Prime, a Peregrine Falcon flies to the tower, 
to squawk in the new Sun. 
Then a Torquoise Jay emerges at Terce 
to Gregorian chant the chapter and verse, 
now that the third hour after dawn has come. 

White Swans take flight from their lakes 
to lead the sublime symphony of Sext. 
They soar past choirs of stone-winged angels 
to ring the bells and the Summer Triangle, 
all down the nave and through the transepts. 

Next it’s the turn of a red-cloaked Cardinal.
He intones a psalm, accompanied by a bassoon. 
It is Nones, which marks the ninth hour since sunrise, 
and so we have now reached mid-afternoon. 

Long purple shadows are silently descending 
from the wings of a bald-headed Vulture 
flying in for Vespers at this juncture, 
So we know that the day She gave is now ending.

 Finally, at Compline, a black Crow arrives, 
the incense to light, and to recite the Agnus Dei.
He perches on the altar in full magisterium, 
to hoarsely croak out a sombre Requiem, 
“...aeternum dona eis, Domine.” 
to bring down the thick velvet curtain of night. 

And then a Robin sings the Last Rites. 

All this, in honour of the Crane bag of the Bird Mother, 
with its Ogham runes and snakes' eggs blue 
that birth the laws to protect the young, 
and those who will later come along 
to live under Her Eye of the Moon.

© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, January 2024

A Cathedral of Birds

Mixed and Mastered by Woods Studio
@woods_studio

Artwork: Robbie

A pair of exes revisit the past.

Lyrics:
Come, my dear, through the shadow passage
Pausing here, looking for a message,
Much has gone, turn the light on, 
To the fading couch, the aging curtains.
Something sure is what we’re looking for,
A plate, a mirror, a relic, a survivor,
Something good that might remain, not reminders of the rain.

Through the glare, the garden and the cross wait there.
They seem to blend the fear, with the recognition
One was too few, and two was too many.

Leave the scene, it isn’t healthy
Change the theme, another memory, just
Let the morning dawn, with the hope of moving on.

Try to live, remembering the word “forgive”.
Heart for free. Just keep my number,
Call me, lend me, handle me, help me.

Tell me now, I need to get it straight,
Let time allow, and don’t exaggerate, but
Even only a word or a hint or a sign. 
That’s enough, I’ll be fine.

Passage

Variations on a Rock 'n' Roll theme just for fun! No intro, it goes straight to the point! Hope you enjoy!

Image credit: modified AI generated image

Rock 'n' Roll Session

In Vedic myths, Lord Vishnu sings all the worlds into creation by the means of mantras. 

Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, February 2024 

Music by Ryan Kenneth Ford
© Ryan Kenneth Ford, February 2024

Multiverse (music by Ryan Kenneth Ford)

PORCELAIN | Moby

Pour le titre on ne peut pas dire que je me suis retourné un ongle pour le trouver ! 
Exercice d'enregistrement de percussions acoustique.
Batterie congas timbales tambourin

Percu

I was experimenting in this music with how to get jazzy and rock beats and moods out of some of the notes. I used guitars, drums and synths along with Ableton live tools.
#35 on the Best of the rest Chart on Re-Ex list 12/03/2024

Take a Somersoult

Streaming!!!

Take A  Somersault

Tulipe est le surnom que ma mère m'avait donné quand j'étais enfant.
La musique de Tulipe est très variée, du rock au blues en passant par le  psychédélique et bien plus encore

Percu

Tulipe

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