One of the more enriching aspects of a collab' project like this, is the exchange of ideas, drivers and perceptions about the topic at hand;  please note that those which follow are mine alone.

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: https://soundcloud.com/farout-music-studio
Find David's beautiful guitar work here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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And so it rains… here, in the pile of moral and cultural rubble roughly where a place called England used to be.  Rain that is not acid, but acrid, coming, as it does, from the persistent shower of vile spittle emanating from the crooked mouths of the horde of liars, cheats, frauds and fornicators at Westminster.  Their policies as illegitimate as their credentials (and certain other aspects of their lives), these creatures shuffle about at the feet of their gay muslim billionaire benefactor / puppetmaster, shamelessly lapping up his tossed treats and trinkets in return for unfettered access to the heart of an executive whose mission is as fraudulent as its mandate: the eradication of the indigenous population, its culture and its history.  Their tools of the trade familiar to any rapacious despot of a failed state: fabricated manifestos; indoctrination to brainwash; history rewritten; injunctions to stem free speech; cancelled elections;  suppression of mainstream media through litigative threat;  transformation of the national broadcaster to the faithful puppy propaganda mouthpiece of the party machine; and hands-on directive control of judiciary and police functions to impose a vindictive and vicious two tier justice system within which peaceful protestors are handed brutal custodial sentences leading to a (no doubt welcome) uptick in prison suicides, as others, of a different ethnic background, violently assault a female police officer or stand on podiums with megaphones, exhorting the crowds before them to slash throats, and then walk free with police protection whilst the precious human rights of convicted terrorists are nurtured even as the mouths of their victims’ loved ones are sealed with gagging orders.  Oh, and should you wish, in this crumbling Year Zero aspirational autocracy, to publicly reject the learned principles underpinning any particular religious faith, then the aforementioned politically directed police will happily offer you a light for any holy text you wish to burn in order to make your point.  With one exception.  And it isn’t the bible....

And so it rains….
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Photo by Norbert Tóth on Unsplash

Rain ... with Seagull and David Dunham

All these days, caught in a dark gray haze. See all the people, walking so slowly by.

HAZE

02.04.2025 in the sunrise 1b

The Gardeners.

Video;  https://youtu.be/Gxdh5H0hQ30

Made in April 2025

Hidden Mirror

Cast of characters:
Llanpsych -- @llanpsych -- Tez – Gibson Les Paul electric guitar, mix, production, and composition
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark – synthesizer, claps, shakers, vocals, and lyrics
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Gibson Custom Shop Les Paul electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken -- drums, percussion 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – Fender Precision four string bass
This song started as a guitar composition Tez came up with while on holiday recently. He wrote it with Eclectic Collective in mind, inspired by ZZ Top, and shared it with the rest of us as soon as he was able to return home and record it. 
  Stephen was first to the trough with this one, adding his thrilling guitar fills and solo. Being from Texas, too, he's no stranger to Biily Gibbons. Mark came next with some synth, and later added some claps and shaker. Ken put his rocking drums in after Mark, laying the groundwork for the groove. Josh completed the rhythm section with his bass soon after, though. Mark decided early on that he was going to add some vocals to this, and Stephen had to adjust his part to suit them. We're all really happy with not only Mark's lyrics, but especially his vocal performance, as well. Eclectic Collective now has a go to member of the band who know's what he's doing with his voice. 
  Once it was in the can, Tez decided to mix it, as it was his song to begin with. He did his always expert job with the task, too. 
  This is an example of Eclectic Collective getting down and dirty for a rocker that has the flavor of all of us firing on all cylinders. Special attention to both Tez and Mark for their inspiring generosity and hard work in conceptualizing this one, too. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by mistermark:

I got the top down, driving around
Burnin’ down the road, no prisoners
Everybody knows that I’m on the run  
I’m gettin’ outta here do or die 
Black Jack paddy whack listen to me 
ain’t giving no dog no bone
What’s mine is mine and what’s thine is thine
But if you want me just pick up the phone 
If you need my number I’m # 1
Mama raised me alone ‘cause I’m a son of a gun
Now I’m paying my dues but I’m almost done
So if you want a piece of me
Come and get me
Come and get me
Well, hey baby baby now what you say
You hitch a ride with me I’ll take you all the way 
she said hey there baby just step on the gas 
I got places to go I wanna get there fast
Well somewhere at around mile 103
I heard a rattling sound I had to check and see
We stopped right there on the side of the road 
Then what happened next it made my mind explode
The girl started laughing as she locked the door 
She put the pedal to the metal couldn’t push it no more 
Way off in the distance half a mile away 
My baby called out to me as I heard her say…
Come and get me
Come and get me
My feet got draggin’ in the desert sand
But as she waved goodbye something fell from her hand
I picked up the paper it was plain to see 
My baby wrote down her number and she left it for me
I been ‘buked & scorned I been thrown some shade 
I wanted revenge cause I gotsta get paid
I called her up but I just got the machine 
And wattaya think that the message said…

Come and get me

Come And Get Me-Eclectic Collective

Echoes Of The Sun

noxpox - trallalla

secret d'Afrique

Street Walk (2025)

Album Summary

This concept album is dedicated to Stanislav Petrov — the quiet hero of the 1980s who prevented a global nuclear catastrophe.
Through ten interconnected tracks, the album tells the story of a man whose humanity outweighed protocol, whose inner strength preserved a world that never knew how close it came to ending.

The narrative begins with Petrov’s early life, shaped by discipline, modesty, and a strong moral compass. As the music moves deeper into the underground command center of Serpukhov-15, it immerses the listener in the cold, isolated tension of the Soviet early-warning system. When the false alarm strikes and the computers report an incoming U.S. missile attack, the album’s dynamics shift into frantic rhythms and dissonant tones that mirror the chaos within the bunker.

At the emotional core lies the pivotal moment: a single human decision made under unbearable pressure. Petrov’s refusal to trust failing machines over his own judgement becomes the turning point of the entire work. Subsequent tracks explore the aftermath — not glory or recognition, but interrogations, suspicion, and a life lived in obscurity and poverty. The world moved on, unaware that it owed its continued existence to one man’s clarity and courage.

Only many years later did the international community finally acknowledge Petrov’s deed. The album’s later movements reflect this belated recognition with rising choirs, warm harmonies, and hopeful crescendos, showing an aging man accepting gratitude with exhaustion, humility, and quiet dignity.

The final track, “The Sun He Left Behind,” brings the musical and emotional arc to a cinematic close: a world bathed in the sunrise Petrov saved, a reminder that humanity survives because one person chose compassion over fear.

This album stands as a tribute to Stanislav Petrov — a man who saved the world not with weapons or power, but with conscience, calm, and courage.
A silent safeguard of humanity, whose legacy continues to shine.

Rain ... with Seagull and David Dunham

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