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Sehr schöner Track, der Rhythmus ist echt cool!!

It was 1995, I had already acquired my trusty Alesis SR-16 "Dr No" but not hooked it up in stereo yet on my 4-track cassette recorder.

This track is one of the more fun I made in those days, thought I'd share it here. For the occasion, I properly mixed and mastered it in such a way to keep it's original character intact as much as possible. I did put *some* fancy effect to stereoize the vocals a little, and there is a subtle stereo reverb on the drums.. Things like that, but that's just to make it palatable for the modern crowd. This is after all an original recording, no edits, no overdubs.

Thinking about putting an entire 'legacies' album together. Would anyone be interested in that?

The very mature lyrics:

Salvation song
Connect me if I'm wrong
Me I am cracked, broken and torn
Haven't been clean ever since I was born

But I don't bear much pain
I'm not gonna jump no train
Every single hour every single day
Guess life is just a game

Some say I am insane
Some say I am just the same
As all them youth rebel rabble rebel rabble
Well I know better but you won't hear me tell
Everyone lives his own little hell
Let them turn around in their own smell
I let them feel bad if they let me feel well
It be alright with me

I know I only live to be
I know this is all you can see
I live to be just like the trees
And the flowers and the bees

Some say I am insane
Some say I am just the same
As all them you rebel rabble rebel rabble
Let live through their own hell
Let them live with their own smell

Salvation

Salvation song
Connect me if I'm wrong
Me I am cracked broken and torn
Haven't been clean ever since I was born

Some say salvation
Everyone, everyone...
Rebel rabble rebel rabble
Loser! Loser!

noitavlaS

Salvation Song

Still not sure if green is green or life is one giant green screen?
Please check out the completely not relevant irrelevant video :)

https://youtu.be/LLnsf4QqFZo

Is this green?

49_Ulimatum - released on 21 July 2023

This friend’s name inspired me to #ownvocals for Session No.4  #electro #house #techno #liverecording

(produced with Blocswave & Launchpad)

Ultimatum

Sigh

Roque Danse

Failure To Comply

Danser Avec Toi  (dance whith you)(너와 춤을 춰)

Cast of characters:
Steve's Planet--@steve-vervaet—Steve—acoustic guitar, vocals, lyrics, composition/arrangement
TexMex Shaman–@texmex-shaman–Stephen–electric guitar, production, and mix
J.J. Terrell--@j-j-terrell—JJ—organ
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara–Ken–drums, percussion, and vocal harmony
Llanpsych–@llanpsych–Tez–electric guitar 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)–@josh-clary-1–Fender precision bass  

This song began as an acoustic guitar and vocals stem written and performed by Steve. He sent it to Josh, who added the undulating staccato bass line, with the help of Ken's always well-suited drums. They went back and forth a couple of times, as is their process, until it clicked. Tez added some really dynamic leads and fills throughout, and Stephen filled in the rest of the electric guitar in a Keith/Ronnie kind of way, which is very tasteful. JJ then added some perfectly complimentary organ. Finally, Ken pleasantly surprised us with the vocal harmonies. 
  Stephen also mixed and produced this one for us. He's brilliant behind the board, and we're lucky to have him aboard. This one came together in a matter of a relatively short period of a fortnight, which is rare for the Eclectic Collective. But, when something is hot and already put together, it comes quickly. We all hope you enjoy listening to it as much as we enjoyed putting it together.
Lyrics:
Fallin’
Wandering aimless
Couldn’t shoot straight
No ability
Not much to say
There was no sign of me
Good times, bad times
Leaving out the sad times
Easily
That’s what they’re telling me
Mend or break
Looking over rooftops
Coming to a full stop
Suddenly
On a sad height
Raging endlessly
Breakline, beeline
Picking up the freeline
Easily
Follow my way
Leavin’ the fast lane
My- My mind is fallin’
When I think about, losing out
There’s no doubt, you started fallin’ x2
And I – I’ve been going my way
One more time, only today 2x
My- My mind is fallin’
When I think about, losing out
There’s no doubt

Fallin’-Eclectic Collective

some instruments, including synth and the pulsating synth bed, mix: tea are sea @tea_are_sea
other instruments, narration, mix: sonic structures and silent stretches
method: some back and forth, with stonerjazz and re-evolution café orchestra sometimes listening in and edging on
narration: the thirteen canto poem finds its way into sound, a canto at a time
image: copyright jo richter, using a detail of my photo of a magazine depiction of the phaistos disc as one element among others

info: there is one more version of this canto to emerge from other collab partners. LOOK FORWARD!

poem / copyright jo richter

How long he stayed, he could not tell.
He worked ferociously, sounding all
existence that had touched upon him into
being: the smell of meadows, the curl of
ripples, the calm that centers in a storm;
the timbre of voices, the straight lines of buildings,
the aloofness of announcers on the radio.
His desk was cluttered, his mind strove clear.

When he did not write, he‘d read up on
the origins of his ancient art: Vergil and Dante,
Marlow and Shakespeare, Homer and Joyce,
Ovidus, Cervantes, Rabelais and Wieland.
He felt the linguistic seeds, blown from foreign
stems, grow filaments deep in his native soil, he
saw them ripen, flower profusely, yielding
their beauty to ever-changing mentalities.

And as his insight widened and he gained
perspective, the rows of encyclopedias
and dictionaries that lined his shelves
slimmed down, as he gave up consulting
English for French and German, these for
Latin and Greek, those for Persian and Sanskrit,
until he only referred to Indo-European roots.
His desk turned clear, his mind became uncluttered.

Eventually, he also slept and dreamt
whenever the veil sank upon him.
Guarded by the spire‘s safe walls, he would
awaken slowly, remembering outlandish
lore, scribbling notes and poems of bizarre
truthfulness and penning recollections of his
archetypal ties. Some of his realistic verse de-
rived from fragments of prolonged poetic trance.

His muse meanwhile taught him to cook, the
art of mixing individual ingredients to bring about
a taste all of its own that nourishes both mind and
physicality. The painters tend to fixate on surface
and colour, she said, the musicians on timing
the process, whereas the poets never get anything
done, enchanted by words like ‚ginger‘ or ‚yeast‘.
All of their dishes taste awful.

canto iv

Departure Canto iv with Tea Are Sea

Highland Lake

Groove On

"By the time everybody's gone,
With your rhymes you are all alone
In your mind you're drawing a sweet home … "

LOONY DE BUSSY : vocals, acoustic guitar, music & words
Sylvie - NIMA - MAGNIN : lyrical voice
A.M. CHASSAIGNE: child voice

Cover painting : Nataly NGM

EVERYBODY’S GONE - Loony (& Nima)

Eclectically influenced arranging & producing for fun with BlocsWave, Launchpad & Music Maker JAM
You can find more details about me here:
https://www.loudly.com/community/profiles/andronix9

Ultimatum

Andronix

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