This is the 3rd collaboration with my old friend Synline (@synline). I created a basic track using his equipment in his studio, and he completed it with his excellent arrangement (includes creating additional sections, tracks, etc.) and mastering work.

Composition by Ken
Composition and Sampling collage and mix by Synline

Taken Away (collab. w/ Synline)

a collaboration with a wonderful artist #AdaDaveed 
Soar my friends SOAR !!
Sitar Roger Walker 
Vocals Ada Daveed
Keyboard Ada Daveed
Percussion Ada Daveed
Bass Guitar  Roger Walker

Powdered Mountains 

YOUNG BUZZARD by #AdaDaveed and Roger Walker .

LYRICS

Living times
Lifetime's gone,
Crisp at dawn
Mellowed by the sun.

Golden horizon, all at stake,
People arrive at the fray.

No one knows the roots of our past.
No one shows, we've given our best.

Times have come
Times have gone,
Past tense
Is the chosen form.

Till the plain, caught up surrounding 
Our heart, our soul, our own.

No one knows the roots of our past.
It goes to show it's gone too fast.

Shear moonlight through my window.
Riding sideline, drawn-out timeline.
Taste so quaint, virtuoso.
Hello blueprint: unchecked, untried.

See the way
Script what may,
Humbled by the song
Promises go on.

What is this, hold on exist,
Gotta love our land, our smile, our pain.

No one knows the roots of our past.
No one grows enliven the guest.
It goes to show it's gone too fast.
No one knows the roots of our past.

The Roots of Our Past

Dachshund

Saxophone improvisations from 1987's Resonance.
www.jh0st.com/resonance

"And indeed there will be time
For the yellow smoke that slides along the street,
Rubbing its back upon the window-panes;
There will be time, there will be time
To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet"

- TS Eliot, The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock

Resonance

05/05/1987

Talking Of Michelangelo (Resonance 1987)

Pieces Of Men

bell network

CAST OF CHARACTERS:
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- electric piano, synth, seed idea
Mistermark-- @user-432503709 -- Mark –  vocals, lyrics, mix, and production
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – guitar
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–banjo, guitar, sitar, and final mastering
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, seed idea
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – four-string fretless bass

Composition – The Eclectic Collective
This song started in probably the most effective way our group writes them. Ken had a spectacular drum beat that was unused in a previous project, so JJ composed and recorded  a chord arrangement with his magical keys. Once we had a beat and a chord structure, Josh came along and added his foundational bass. 
     Now that the rhythm section was complete and the chord structure was in place, Stephen added his unique melody line that you hear at the beginning and every other verse on his magic banjo. He also plays all the initial guitar until around 1:40, where Tez takes over. Stephen also added some really trippy sitar in the vocal section. Then it was time for Tez to add some spice to the mix with his fiery guitar solos from about 1:40 on, eventually building up to a crescendo towards the end. 
     Once we had all the music down, we realized that we had a big gap in the bridge without much going on in it. So, Mark came through with an old poem he had written on his fridge with word magnets for his daughter more than a decade ago, and expanded on it for this song. (the poem is loosely based on the idea that our dreams exist in a digital environment/universe) The young girl's voice you hear echoing Mark's filtered voice is his daughter, in her first appearance with the EC. 
     The song was now finished, except for Mark using his production skills to trim and move a few things, then mix it. While we usually defer to Tez or Stephen for the mix, Mark did such a great job, we decided to keep his mix. Stephen did, however master and EQ it to make it a finished product. 
     This song was truly put together as a whole band effort, showcasing what the Eclectic Collective can do. I hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed creating it.  

Original lyrics by Mistermark:  

The moon flickers on
and rises and dances
across a celestial stage
as dreamers paint the pixels of their mind 
like an infinite canvas 

Sleep away tiny egg
and leave a delicate thread 
of memory behind 
but never log out 
you are in the elaborate web
always

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here's a photo of the original fridge magnet poem from years ago:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/mark_boucher/2257994722/in/album-1495769/

and here's some collections of photos I took over the years:
https://www.flickr.com/photos/mark_boucher/albums/

Dancing Moon (The Eclectic Collective)

good morning

à défaut de pouvoir remettre le monde à l'endroit, chercher l'envers : une nature encore à peu près préservée, un endroit pour rêver ( à l'envers ? )

Dancing Moon (The Eclectic Collective)

mistermark