ANARS ! La ville des échos

Live performance, improvisation from June 2025.

Mantra

Give Up

Black Sheep (Remix)

Jimi Hendrix asked, "Are You Experienced?"  Tina Turner asked, "What's Love Got To Do with it?"  And now folks, you are presented with perhaps the penultimate conundrum, of which the answer will undoubtedly separate the mortal men from the metamorphosized brain-gorilla übermensch race.  The question is, "Do you have what it takes?"  

Do You Have What It Takes To Smell The Farts Of Stone Cold?

An instrumental jam with all sorts of sounds and textures, guitar, bass, chopped drums, synths, odd samples, etc.  Tried to make it sound hopeful.
Matt Brett on bass and additional guitar

not the last sunset (instrumental)

Julia Felix

According to Wikipedia, the Blue Ridge Mountains’ signature hues–visible from afar–come from trees, which emit the organic compound isoprene. My home region with its mystical haze has long been a source of awe, intrigue, and creative inspiration for many, including me. Today, I’m really excited to release a 5-song digital EP called “Blue Ridge Mountain Waterfalls,” available on Bandcamp. 

https://josephhouck.bandcamp.com/album/blue-ridge-mountain-waterfalls

Conveying stories and emotions through music and lyrics remains a great joy of mine. As is common in creative writing, the tales are a blend of real-life and fiction, some almost entirely the latter. The title song was inspired partly by my late grandmother, who passed away shortly before my son was born. I fondly remember her and her mountain living skills: country cooking, gardening, canning. The song is a reflection on some of life’s landmarks.

At first, I had plans to record these songs with other musicians, and perhaps alternate versions may yet come to fruition. But for this release, I pursued a humbler, more personal approach, starting each song with acoustic guitar/ vocals and overdubbing a couple of extras like mandolin and piano where necessary.

Though originally I didn’t conceive of a mini-album, it became clear, looking back from a distance, that these songs correlate to effect a grander vista. The story elements are suffused in that beguiling blue aura of home. 



BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAIN WATERFALLS

The woods and the streams have their secrets
They use time as a tool to conceal
And I watched her old hands in the kitchen
As they made one of our final meals

She was a blue ridge mountain waterfall
Slicker than the glassy rock
And grayer than an old stone building 
Oh, if only these hills could talk

I watched the steep drops of her fingers
Lifting the lid off the pot,
Soup streaming out of the ladle,
Rain steaming that dry garden plot

I recall the damp scent of the cellar,
Warm hum of the old kitchen light
Cascading curls of her temples,
Cataract mist in her eyes

She was a blue ridge mountain waterfall
Slicker than the glassy rock
And grayer than an old stone building 
Oh, if only these hills could talk

Now she’s there in your face from this angle
When you smile after making a joke
But you never met your great-grandma
She was gone when your mom’s water broke

Just like a blue ridge mountain waterfall
Slicker than the glassy rock
And grayer than an old stone building 
Oh, if only these hills could talk


Blue Ridge Mountain Waterfalls

I invite you to listen to my piano improvisation "Autumn Etude".
“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.” ― Albert Camus
The sheet music of my compositions can be downloaded from here:
https://www.sheetmusicplus.com/publishers/victor-birkan-sheet-music/3028943?isPLP=1

Find all my music here: https://linktr.ee/victorbirkan

Autumn Etude - Improvised Piano Piece

Foi - Encore la force 
Dans ce bureau, je rêve encore,
D'une vie qui devient un décor.
Les lumières brillent, mais c'est froid,
Qui peut vraiment comprendre ma voix ?
Mais où sont les promesses d'hier ?
Les rêves s’effacent dans la poussière.

Dans le silence, je m’évade, 
Je veux qu’on entende 
tout ce que j’ai en moi
Même si le monde ne voit qu’un masque, 
J’ai encore la force d’y croire, encore cette foi.

Des rêves cachés dans un carnet,  
Des espoirs que je  peux pas oublier.  
Les heures passent, je suis d’accord,  
Mais mon envie grandit encore.
Les lieux blanchis ont vu mon silence,
Je garde en moi toute ma présence,
Je voudrais arrêter cette fois
Mais mes pensées ne s’effacent pas

Dans le silence, je m’évade, 
Je veux qu’on entende 
tout ce que j’ai en moi
Même si le monde ne voit qu’un masque, 
J’ai encore la force d’y croire, encore cette foi.

Dans le silence, je m’évade, 
Je veux qu’on entende 
tout ce que j’ai en moi
Même si le monde ne voit qu’un masque, 
J’ai encore la force d’y croire, encore cette foi.

Et quand la nuit recouvre tout,  
Je rêve d’un univers doux.  
Une lumière, un espoir fragile,  
Je la suis, même si c’est difficile.
Dans le silence, je m’évade, 
Je veux qu’on entende 
tout ce que j’ai en moi
Même si le monde ne voit qu’un masque, 
J’ai encore la force d’y croire, encore cette foi.

Foi - Encore la force

Elephant 2

Is that you John Wayne?  Is this me?


Members:

Gremescer Fuckburger: Vocals, lyrics, guitar, bass, sitar, synths, keyboards, Saxophone, Drums, Didgeridoo

Mick Mack: Drums, vocals

Do You Have What It Takes To Smell The Farts Of Stone Cold?

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