In 1990 One of Japans treasures visited Edmonton to perform his compositions on Koto Harp. He was staying at a friend of ours home I was invited over to bring my guitar and jam with him. That is how I came to meet Kicho Takano and his lovely wife Michiko. It was a magical afternoon. He was a master musician who traveled the world performing in many concerts either solo or with other great musicians. I certainly had not  earned an opportunity to be in the company of such a renowned Japanese Koto musician. I was able to improvise along with his playing and it felt like magic and was a great inspiration to me. He was so gracious and made me feel confident in his company. He asked me to play something I played, so I picked a country piece called Freight Train He joined in easily improvising Koto lines that embellished what I was doing .Again Magic! He gave me a couple of CDs of his .I recently decided to play some guitar with him again using his CD to see if the Magic of that day could be revisited. This is 2024 and Kicho Takano would be 100 years old this year.

Messages In The Wind

If I had known it was the last summer, I would have lived every moment deeper - in memory of the greatest loss of my life.

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I still see you in the evening glow,
your laughter drifting with the breeze.
The sun was sinking soft and low,
you moved like time was ours to seize.

I reach for you through fading light,
but all I touch is memory.
A shadow dancing out of sight,
a summer lost to endless sea.

One more dance in fading sun,
one last summer, then you’re gone.
Time runs out, but hearts hold on,
in that light, you still belong.

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One last summer

Une petite chanson d'amour légère pour passer l'été...Le thème des marguerites et de l'amour est un peu éculé mais on s'y est frottés quand même....C'est si joli les marguerites...
A light-hearted love song to get you through the summer... The theme of daisies and love is a bit hackneyed, but we went for it anyway... Daisies are so pretty...

The Daisy Hill
Some praise the cherry blossoms
Others the scent of lilac blooms
But I stay silent and invite you
To the hill where the daisies bloom
We loved a little and a little more
What if we dared say we love no more?
As the daisies softly tell us
Love quietly begins to crumble
If you must leave me tomorrow
Climb up here without a doubt
Where petals dance and whirl
Come give me one last thrill 
Some praise the cherry blossoms
Others the scent of lilac blooms
But I stay silent and invite you
To the hill where the daisies bloom
All the flowers are like my sisters
Wild among the rocks they grow
They know how to suffer and to sing
Even smile at passing strangers
My heart will not be torn apart
If on this hill you say goodbye
I’ll find the strength to stand tall
Among the daisies, not alone 
Some praise the cherry blossoms
Others the scent of lilac blooms
But I stay silent and invite you
To the hill where the daisies bloom

la colline aux marguerites (with translation)

Dream Bubble

Vibes (Under My Skin)

Going Crazy

READY 2 FIGHT

READY 2 FIGHT (Electro Dub-Step)

for all cat lovers in this world...like me...they simply deserve it  ;-)

Sunshine State of Mind

This work, although it has a catchy and decidedly danceable tune, has a deep truth that no one ever wants to face.....I hope you like it🤨🙃⚘


Doctor Death

We know your purpose well

We know your skill well

And where you work

In theaters of war



Withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals

And withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals

And withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals

And withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals

And withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals



Surgeons call you a genius

Your colleagues call you brother

But to us you serve

To the last gram

Without any mercy

Without any scruples

Without remorse

What's left of your "patients"



You flush it down the toilet

You flush it down the toilet

The  You flush it down the toilet

You flush it down the toilet

You flush it down the toilet




Doctor Death

We know your purpose well

We know your skill well

And where do you work?

In theaters of war


Withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals

And withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals

And withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals

And withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals

And withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals and withdrawals



https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=glSsR3eafPc&feature=shared

Dottor Morte.mp3

Thank you for listening.
Instrumental Arrangement, Mastering / sdmk
Sample Sound  Arrangement / shiradow

Echoes in the Alley 6（陸）

I wrote this piece a couple of years ago, and just came across it....
i hope you will like to listen to it....

Art picture is by Artem-sapegin on Unsplash

Il était une fois....

Fell in love with Guitar sounds since I first heard Duane Eddy twanging out Rebel Rouser. Then I heard  Chet Atkins Hi Fi in Focus album. This was back around 1960.Me and my brother Cliff got guitars as soon as we could and started learning ourselves to play some tunes. Now about 60 years later I am still loving it. I lost Cliff last year but his jazz loving influence is still present in my playing. You can just never stop learning new stuff and ways of playing when you love the sound a guitar makes. My son Bryce also fell in love with guitar and he also is a fine singer. Il be also posting some songs that have been able play along with him.I  just hope there are people who will enjoy the music I play and post, thankyou Al Gibbs

Messages In The Wind

Big Al from the Grove