a second version with more production work 
song of "suicideJ" retrieved on looperman

painful numbness Ft SuicideJ release

Proud to announce my first collaboration with folk string artist extraordinaire Don Jennings.  Don establishes the feel of the song with his strong rhythm strumming--almost the feel of a Celtic stomp, trying to get the mud off one's boots, but allows me plenty of space for my Requinto guitar that sounds a little like a mandolin in the center-left channel.  It is fun music, at least until you have to get the mud off your own boots;)  Hear more of Don's truly fine acoustic artistry @https://soundcloud.com/user-399104119

The Muddy March (Don Jennings; acoustic guitar, David; Requinto guitar)

Tim Elliot and I are delighted to offer you our latest Creation as (the harmonic,  electric One Mic- One Take power-duo) Shekinah Fire * 

As we Let Go in the moment... and improvised this Tone Poem using only Tim's Custom Atilla Guitar and my Kawai ES7 Stage Piano, the Solar Winds definitely seemed as if they were blowing thru our instruments... releasing sounds of passion, glory, and the occasional Solar Storm. 

But we'll leave it up to your Ears and Imagination to envision it. 

Again, this is an improvised electric Symphonic Composition of 7 Movements... born of our letting go of any pre-planned design, depending only upon Deep Listening and where the Music was leading us.

We can also promise you that if you stay with the unfolding flow there will be continual 'flowerings' as it radiates outwards and reveals itSelf. 

May you let Go... and enJOY!

© Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2023 -2025
℗  Gary Courtland-Miles & Tim Elliot 2023 -2025

The Photo of our Sun is courtesy of NASA's Solar Observatory Satellite,
as it captured one of the largest Solar Flare and Coronal Mass Ejections (CME) in October 2022.

Solar Flares & Cosmic Blessings *

slide with me

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Lyrics:
Are there far and dark countries teeming
I have to see
Life's too dull, I wait patiently

I'm slipping past and stealing where I can
Stealing as much as I can stand
Cannot be cold, cannot be buzzing all the time
Life's dull strain, looking for a hill to climb

Every line and shape perfectly defined
Every color detailed and brilliant
Life's too dull, even the great can't live with it

Mirage music and poetry and letters
Language we love to say
Life's too dull, and gets in the way

Sylph male circling me, come together when I breathe
Life's too dull, that's what we achieve

Nothing has started, nothing has come through
I'd like to stay after school
I don't even know what it is I've held on to
Life's dull strain, what do I want to do

I treat you like you're in short supply
Life's too dull, I can't imagine why

The mother's sins have won
Life's too dull, we've barely just begun

Arms crossed at wrist, held tight
Shadow of a dove
Flies across the beam moonlight
Casting on the wall
Life's too dull, it's not a dove at all

Baseball and stadium
The summer scorching heat
Life's too dull, and incomplete

There are too many questions
But I don't want answers, I just want to feel
Life's too dull, form of a habitrail wheel

Pesticide perpetrators at beck and call
Herding unique tales to a cliff to fall
But then I don't want to sparkle
Or have the gold wash over the aerial
I'd rather be blank and small
Life's too dull, since I grasp the sprawl
I'd rather be blank and small

Mirage music and poetry and letters
Language we love to say
Life's too dull, let's be on our way

               April 15, 2025


Life's Too Dull

Goodness in you

A collaboration with my fellow musician and guitarist, Aris'e. Guitar performed by Aris'e, with arrangement and composition by yours truly, BOUYA.

Arise!

Set Free  by Glenny G ( August 14th 2025 )
A reflective journey exploring a vast length of time that has passed. I thought I would release this one today as food for thought and comments. Cheers from Glenny G

Set Free (Original)

I wrote this song in 2020. 
Little did I know that the song would turn into reality so very quickly. 


LYRICS:

What a time to be alive
Oily puddles toxic skies
Stirred up hatred, lies, no big surprise


Reflections can not 
Hide the facts
They've seen it all
In those windswept skies 
And those empty eyes

	
What a time to be alive
Oily puddles toxic skies
Lies and hate, well there's no big surprise

Cause all they've ever known is fight
And we lost it over night 
But we got our pride 
So that's quite alright


I thought I saw you down the street
On the pavement where we used to be

But you aren't hiding 
You are gone
How did we get to this
How did it come to this
What have we done


No one's laughing since the day
The day of broken dreams
The day we've broken everything

No one's seen the sun for days
It's just how we feared
When the world would disappear


No one's laughing since the day
The day of broken dreams
The day we've broken everything

No one's seen the sun for days
And it's how we feared
When the world would disappear
	

No one's laughing
No one's laughing now
No one's laughing
No one's laughing now

03 Toxic Heat

When the authentic self seeks to create an environment set apart from the all pervasive false reality and narratives of these distorted times, it must do so without foundation or context, upon a tabula rasa, an arte povera, from nothing, and how better than through joyful aimless play with no intention other than to create and exist within the moment, through art and music and dance, away from symbols and language and meaning, away from expectation or reception, a creator with no audience or consumer, for the simple  fun of it. And it must be fun; if working hard and making effort are key to success or gaining respect then neither success or respect are important, one need not pass beyond gatekeepers for something as worthless as approval. There are no bad paintings. Want for nothing other than to know the people sing even if you hate their song. Smile at their terrible dancing, then dance yourself.

SQRIA is like all my other recordings in that it is made live only with small cheap synth boxes (Korg Volca (Sample1, FM1, Modular, Kick), Korg NTS1, Korg SQ1, Bastl Kastle (1.5, Drum and ARP)) - no daw or complex programming - just some forethought/intention and the generation of a suitable playspace - then recording what happens as I move things about. SQRIA is different in that each track is originally hours long and then edited down to something near 20 minutes.

B/ Easier Weather

The Forensic- Short Movie main theme. Now on Fetchflix

In the waning light of the 19th century, Albert was the kind of doctor you’d trust with your life—and your secrets. He stitched wounds and whispered comfort in the same breath, a gentle soul in a village that smelled of woodsmoke and horse sweat. Folks said he had healing in his hands and kindness in his bones.
But by 1920, the village had grown teeth. Brick buildings clawed at the sky, and the streets pulsed with something darker—something hungry. The city needed a forensic pathologist, not a kindly country doctor. Bodies were turning up in alleyways, drained of life and layered in mystery. And Albert, well... Albert answered the call.
That’s when the dreams began.
He’d wake with blood under his fingernails and no memory of how it got there. He started talking to himself—or rather, someone inside him started talking back. A voice that knew things Albert shouldn’t. A voice that liked the smell of formaldehyde and whispered about what lay beneath the skin.
Albert tried to resist. God knows he did. But the city was changing, and so was he. The question wasn’t whether he’d lose himself. The question was: who would he become when he did?

“This story is a work of fiction. Any similarity to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. And for those who did not get it, Fetchflix TV is also fictitious.”

Music: Syrel
Photography: Meta AI

Musical notes: I was inspired by the fabulous music of Theodore Shapiro.

The Forensic

SYREL : C’est un algorithme de fiabilité symbolique basé sur la méthode des Cutset utilisées en ingénierie.

Mais sérieusement, Sy...rel était photographe publicitaire à Montréal dans une vie antérieure avant d'être ingénieur et maintenant compositeur et producteur de musique orchestrale, de bande sonore, de jazz et d'électro tout en profitant de sa retraite. 

SYREL: A Symbolic Reliability Algorithm Based on Path and Cutset Methods used in engineering.

But really, Sy...rel was an advertising photographer in a previous life before being an engineer and is now an orchestral, soundtrack, jazz and electro music composer and producer while enjoying retirement. 

https://soundcloud.com/user-461764443

The Forensic

Syrel

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