About the depths of depression that I call the blackstuff. Happens to all of us, the trick is escaping. 

BLACKSTUFF WIP Mix 1.12725

i clean up the world
you fall in beside me
i’ll cover the Wuhan lab
you shore up the army

i follow the news
the news is disaster
i’ve given up on my booze
to wash the world faster

every morning
every hour

stop at the top of mountains
soul care repair

it happens this way
to each generation
the entropy cabaret
and reason’s cessation

every morning
wake up to the truth
every hour
plenty more to do

stop at the top of mountains
rest there fresh air 

every morning
wake up to the truth
every hour plenty more to do

stop at the top of mountains 
pure prayer up there

Tikkun

plasma vibrations

DENIZ (Turkish for sea) 
Piano . Lady Maple Leaf #LadyMapleLeaf
Sitar . R.J.Walker
Waves recorded on the Turkish South coast near Kemer. 
by Lady Maple Leaf / Walker

Deniz . PIANO / SITAR and THE SEA . :-)

Words and Music Dave Rose.
A slow blues tempo for the current situation we find ourselves in.
Bit of a dodgy vocal unfortunately, I might do it again.
Headphones essential 🎧
Lyrics
How’ve we let it get to this, it really seems ridiculous 
These gangsters criminals fanatics and lunatics 
Drag us into the abyss 

So tonight let’s just put that all aside and let the music play 
And if this should be the last song for you and me
Then let’s just sway

Or am I just being pessimistic should I be more optimistic 
And maybe I’ll see that history won’t simply be repeating itself 

So tonight let’s just put that all aside and let the music play 
And if this should be the last song for you and me
Let’s just sway….

But the moon 🌙 still turns the tides
And day follows night
We awake to find a brand new day 
And this doesn’t have to be the last song
And life still goes on 
Life still goes on…….

The Last Song

Roots Machine

They say you never go back to the same place. I say you also never return to the same song. And if you do, you end up finding another shadow among jasmine. That’s what happens in Espiral: it starts in a garden where memory trips over your name and ends with an invisible embrace that leaves you shaking, both warm and cold at the same time.

There’s a place in Entre tus sombras y jazmín where everything is shy and sweet: time falls like dry leaves on an old tablecloth, the sun hides behind your eyes, and me, not sure if I’m singing or whispering, I keep my name safe in your garden. And there I stay, because leaving would mean getting lost.

Then, in Te hablé en silencio, one realizes talking doesn’t help. Better to whisper, stay in the mist, and make yourself invisible so you get seen anyway. It’s a cheap magic trick: being flower, seed, and spring without anyone noticing. Sad part: the other side has forgotten; beautiful part: you still wait, because waiting is what you do, even if it hurts, even if it’s ridiculous.

Next comes Lo que elegí, which has nothing heroic about it: walking through a desert is boring, dirty, and slow, and the stones don’t applaud. One wonders if someone is watching from afar —sure they are— and if they’re throwing shadows at you. Doesn’t matter. What matters is knowing that time drags everything, even your dumbest decisions, and that you leave traces without asking permission.

Then the coyote appears in Danza del coyote, a lovable son of a gun: breaks the order, makes you laugh, screams, and makes you realize that peace isn’t sleeping, it’s dancing over embers without burning too badly. A blind master of ceremonies: breaks you, rebuilds you, and makes you sing with throat and heart, even if you don’t know what you’re saying.

Then comes Lógica de Sol, and logic doesn’t matter. The sun doesn’t charge, doesn’t demand, doesn’t lie. You sing, you dance, you burn fears and applaud the tenderness whispering everywhere. No altars, no dictators; just a little light scratching your back, telling you everything’s fine, even if it’s not.

La Bicicleta, the bycicle: when you don’t know if you’re coming or going, but you pedal, and the world spins with you. Your body moves, wind slaps your face, and suddenly everything seems simple. Simple and extraordinary, like life itself.

Círculo Polar is the ending that feels like a beginning: cold, crystalline, icy blue. The soul purifies, sees its reflection in the ice. Contemplation calms the tremors, and the mind plunges into the quiet that precedes the end of the cycle.

Finally, Abrazo, the instrumental, closes the journey with a silent gesture: an embrace containing everything lived. No words, just resonance. Everything condenses here: memory, pain, light, shadow. The spiral closes, yet keeps spinning, because experiencing time is infinite.

In the end, Espiral isn’t an album. It’s a diary of inner adventures where you laugh, fall, get up, and ask yourself why the hell we keep listening to songs that make us tremble while time keeps falling like dry leaves.

Entre tus sombras

Improv at Wookiees: The COVID Demos is where it all started again — two cousins, decades apart, picking up where teenage jam sessions left off. Recorded through the thick humidity of Florida nights, half on a back patio strung with Christmas lights, half deep in the woods by the boardwalk, these sessions were pure instinct. No scripts. No plans. Just sound.

Captured during the chaos of COVID — when everything felt uncertain, when masks and mandates tore through daily life — these recordings became a kind of therapy. They’re rough, unfiltered, and sometimes fall apart mid-thought. But when they work, they catch something real: reunion after estrangement, grief tangled with laughter, memory colliding with noise.

This isn’t perfection. It’s history. It’s what happens when you sit down after twenty years apart and remember how to listen. These tracks are the roots — the ghosts — that still feed what Estranged Cousins makes today. The heart and the soul are all right here, on tape, under the oaks.

It_s Killing Me

I wonder (Demo)

j' adore cette strat, peut etre pas une serie L mais, elle a tout ce qu' il faut pour prendre plaisir à jouer et voila donc  l' un de mes  titres sur lequel j' ai pu m' éclater et pour la photo!!! courir dans ce magnifique champ de coquelicots près de chez moi!!!
Mon clip sur you tube  /
/  I love this Strat guitar, maybe not an L series, but it has everything you need to enjoy playing and so here is one of my titles on which I was able to have fun and for the photo, !!! run in this beautiful field of poppies near my home !!!
My   LIVE GUITAR  PLAYING ON YOU TUBE : https://youtu.be/xElwZsXvy98
All tracks are written, performed, mixed and mastered on Mac Power PC G4 by myself
Dgé breton :Written and performed by Dgé breton/
Dge breton:/guitar, drum, bass keyboard/
Lead guitar: Fender STRAT on Hugues & ketner amp ampli   Prod: Dgé.BSoundProjectMusic
le lien  Thank you to check out it my LIVE GUITAR PLAYING ON youtube: https://youtu.be/xElwZsXvy98

stand by my strat

Stand by my strat

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3w9_EH0AvXU


J'ai dormi au fond d'un lac
Sur le sol froid et humide d'une caverne
Mangé dans un arbre pour ne pas être dévoré moi-même
Bu dans des flaques d'eau mon salut et ma virginité

J'ai inventé le feu, le silex et la chasse
Bivouaqué sous la lune glacée des pôles
Construit des pyramides qui tutoyaient le ciel
Etendu mon empire pour ne plus avoir peur

J'ai guerroyé au nom des Dieux et des Rois
A l'assaut des murailles hautes comme l'impossible
Me suis saoulé du sang dans le crâne de mes ennemis
Ecrit des livres rouges aux noires enluminures

J'ai cherché à comprendre plutôt qu'à espérer
Fait la révolution, souhaité ce qui me semblait juste
Traversant les Lumières, romantique passionné
Trouvant bien meilleur goût à la science qu'aux prières

Avancer de deux cases plutôt qu' un loup en cage
Avancer de deux cases plutôt que loup s'enrage

J'ai voué à l'argent un culte déraisonnable
Colonisé le globe, tout est allé si vite
J'ai porté l'uniforme, braillé sous les drapeaux
Vécu dans les tranchées, exterminé des peuples

Avancer de deux cases plutôt que loup en cage
Avancer de deux cases plutôt que loup s'enrage

J'ai étudié les neurosciences, la génétique
Connecté la planète et convoité l'espace
Accéléré la faim, accéléré la fin
Penses tu pouvoir faire mieux ? Penses tu être plus malin ?

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Monkey