(Gosh! existential questions are not my forte...) cool wacky jazz vibes!

This is modern jazz with an ambient twist.  Awesome

I am a creamy doughnut filled with hot jam

I'm supposed to be a human being, but now I'm starting to think that I might be a chocolate.

Written after the breakup of a friend's marriage, this is a musical portrait of someone going crazy. 

WATCH THE VIDEO:
https://youtu.be/jNGatMdU45M

AVAILABLE TO STREAM:
https://robertgray.hearnow.com/you-said-you-loved-me

MUSICIANS:
Robert Gray: vocals, guitars, bass
Troy Utz: harmony vocal
Laurent Cinus: violins (https://www.youtube.com/c/laurentcinus)
Lukas Dahle: drums

Mastered by Olav Christensen
Photo: Pexels.com (lisa_fotios)

You Said You Loved Me

Out of the Box October 2022
Fruit or vegetable?

Are You A Cake Or Are You A Biscuit?

mister big is coming after you
nobody knows just what he'll do/
in the middle of the night,
maybe he'll surprise you...

written by naldo
keyboards by guillaume
drums by greek god yanni
guitars and harmonica by naldo
produced by kid otari

Recorded on tape at the Laundry Room, Oakland California
8-channel 1/2" Otari MX5050

mastering by guillaume
soundcloud.com/guillaumelecompositeur/tracks

Mister Big

golden mist

Golden Mist

Ultra

Recorded / mixed: Audacity
Guitar: Cort MR710 LH NS
Mic: Rhode USB Mini
Effects: Clock ticking / Laptop Keyboard

Lyrics:
If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

There comes a time in every man's life
When the words won't flow and the melody slows
There comes a time when day turns to night 
And the flame once so bright is nowhere in sight

If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

Please don't go
You'll never know
That every time I clear my mind
You're the only one I find

Disconnected and tone deaf
Emotionally worth less
Wondering what will be left
I fill my life with emptiness

Remembering your touch
I couldn't get enough
Now it doesn't even matter
No it doesn't matter

Cos if he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

If he stops singing
It will be the beginning
Of the end of a time when
Life is worth living

Don't stop singing
Never stop 
Never stop

© Tam Hastings, Ben-Tam Jennifer, 2022

Don't Stop Singing

Don't Stop Singing (2023)

A big bass beat heavy track with layered looping vocals and strong synth melody

Shout Bermuda

Hey… thanks for dropping by. This is a simple Blues song. Songs, such as this, happen when I find myself in a songwriting slump. Lack of inspiration and ideas exacerbate the situation, pushing me back to the Blues. I grumpily relent then wallah, a song. And what better Blues theme than relationships? Seems I mine that gold often, which maybe says more about me than I’d like to reveal. But who cares? It’s the Blues. Here, Winter will not let go. Bitter, unrelenting winds, near horizontal snowfall, and minus 18F tonight. I looked outside this morning and a rabbit was waiting by the front door for me to put some carrots out. All the birds were hunkered down in thick pines, except for some ravens scavenging the neighborhood. There were some high flying geese as well, that flew by. They always seem to panic in the frigid weather. It almost sounds like they’re honking… ‘let’s get outta here.’ I don’t blame them. The deer are more wary now for some reason, and I only see their frozen tracks and fresh tree/sapling rubbings. I wrapped a couple trees to protect them, buried others in snow, but left 4 where they had scraped the bark bare. I will probably have to cut those trees down, but will wait to see if they survive. After getting some garden carrots for the rabbit, I decided to shovel some snow and work on my ice beard. It was cold enough today that condensation from my breath froze on my beard. They have an ice beard competition here and post pics of the best ones. There are some maniacs who stay out in the cold to ‘grow’ solid ice beards, and a chance at winning. Some have icicles hanging off their chin. No cheating with pouring water on your beard. Just having snow blowing into your beard along with some condensation from breathing. I let my face thaw out, when I came inside. Later in the afternoon… I walked down the the mailbox in the wind and there were tiny little horizontal icicles on the latch. I had to walk around a semi truck, completely blocking the road. The truck driver tried to turn onto our street and got stuck in a deep snowdrift. A neighbor came down and pulled the semi out with his tractor. I watched for a bit, then headed home. So now I am glad I am inside. Take care, Mark

Lammbone's Album

Wrong Turn Blues

Ilari I. (I-la-rI) Rantala - Lead vocals & bass guitar
Olli Lehtonen - Guitars, keys & synths, harmony vocals, lyrics and percussion sampling.
Composed by A/D
Produced by Olli Lehtonen
Cover art by I-la-rI
© 2023 A/D. All rights reserved.

(Piece of) Paradise

Collaboration Jam with Roy Roy. Song base originated and written by Roy Roy. Great ambient background song for perhaps a pleasure drive or grilling in the back yard. Thank you for listening!

Artwork: A drawing by Roy Roy!

Roy Roy's Soundcloud page: https://on.soundcloud.com/1GuUM

Are You A Cake Or Are You A Biscuit?

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