i'd feel a lot better if it were 12 against 9 :)

Cintilar

IT WAS DURING A DIMLY LIT SEANCE, held in the depths of a forgotten jazz club, that I found myself in the presence of her spirit. The air crackled with anticipation as we called upon the ghosts of the past, and in that moment, I felt a deep connection with the legendary blues singer.
    "Etta James, if you're out there, please join us," I beseeched, my voice quivering with reverence. The room fell into a hushed silence, and a soft whisper seemed to ride the coattails of a chilling breeze. The unmistakable essence of Ms. James permeated the air.
    Suddenly, a figure materialized before me, her shimmering form taking shape in the center of the room. It was Etta James herself, her eyes filled with a wisdom that only years of soulful living and heartache could bring. Her presence was both awe-inspiring and humbling.
    "Etta," I stammered, barely able to contain my excitement, "I've always dug your sound so much!"
    She regarded me with a hint of curiosity, a ghostly smile playing upon her spectral lips. "Well, ain't that somethin', darlin'. What brings you to summon me from the beyond?"
    With a mixture of nervousness and determination, I explained my musical vision. Trip hop, a genre born from the fusion of electronic beats and haunting melodies, had been echoing in my mind. I had always imagined Etta's timeless voice soaring above the atmospheric soundscape, infusing the music with her raw emotion and captivating presence.
    "I want to create a track that captures the essence of your voice, Etta," I said, my voice trembling with earnestness. "A collaboration that transcends time and genre."
    Etta studied me for a moment, her ethereal gaze piercing through the layers of my soul. I held my breath, awaiting her response. Then, a glimmer of appreciation danced in her eyes.
    "Well, honey, you've got yourself an intriguing proposition. I've sung my heart out on countless stages, but a trip hop track? Now that's something different," she said, her voice a velvety echo. "But why should I lend my voice to your music?"
    I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts. "Etta, your voice has a power that transcends generations. It carries the weight of experience, of heartache and triumph. Combining your soulful vocals with the ethereal beats of trip hop would create a sonic tapestry unlike anything the world has heard before."
     As she considered my words, her spectral form seeming to shimmer with newfound excitement. "You know, darlin', I've always been one to take risks. Maybe it's time I stepped into the unknown once more."
   A flicker of hope sparked within me as I realized she was open to the idea. 
    As the seance came to an end, and Etta prepared to return to the realm of the departed, she whispered, "Let the music be our bridge, connecting the worlds of the living and the dead. I'll see you in the notes, honey."
    And with those words, she faded away, leaving me with a sense of profound gratitude and a determination to bring our collaboration to life.

Music by and production: Belial Pelegrim
Vocals were sampled from Etta's "You're the Fool", track, from her 1970 album, 'Losers Weepers'.
Vocal Source Track: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RInefSiB8y4

State Of Grace [feat. Etta James]

A tribute to a friend's angry bees, via worries about ecological collapse, Marge Simpson and Top Gun

Keep your neb out John, it's none of your beeswax
Make sure the honey Johnny stays in the hive
We are wasps with PR, who's the Queen of the colony?
It's in your best interests to keep us alive.

Oh - Where's the honey, Johnny?
Dancing in circles at the edge of the sun
We'll be catching it, waggle dance, feet in the pollen
Don't you jive with the hive
Oh Johnny what have you done?

Ooh-wah-ooh
It's the needs of the bees, its the bees with their needs
Ooh-wah-ooh
Where's the honey Johnny?
None of your beeswax, let's float in the weeds

Chock full of nicotine! Ah you know what I mean
Oh my hexagons have gone all wrong
Got my wings in a rush, can't get enough of the stuff
And I can't remember my way home
Keep it clean for the Queen, don't you know where I've been?
I've been flying too long in the sun
I'll be catching it, waggle dance, feet in the pollen
Bring back the honey, Johnny, what have you done?

(Chorus)

Buzz the tower!

None of your beeswax

Buzz buzz buzz
Buzz the tower, buzz the tower, let's go float in the weeds
Take me to your leader honey, where is the Queen?

Bees knees, Bees needs, none of your beeswax
Bees knees, Bees needs, dance to the sun
Bees knees, Bees needs, none of your beeswax
Bring back the honey Johnny, what have you done?

None of your Beeswax (Rewaxed)

I am a curious creature
A spiral bound prisoner of sleepy lagoons
And when we meet in the future
I'll be a memory cast in the layers of stone
Of lava and silicon
Under the bladder wrack
Tentacles reaching in warm brackish pools
While rising land masses breed thunder and lightning
That rage as the turbulent world starts to cool

Riding saltwater currents in temperate seas
Underneath the foam and the mare's tails that dance in the breeze
The sparkle and shimmer of wide open skies
The embrace of sediment
Fossil Eyes
Yeah Fossil Eyes

I am an alien being
That drifts on mercurial currents of time
Until the eyes of a curious child
Fall bright on the shadows that I left behind
A life in transition, yeah
Literal, littoral.
Hiding in crevasses away from the sun.
The grinding of shingle banks
Guttural, guttural
Dies with the tide and our world is reborn

Riding saltwater currents in temperate seas
Underneath the foam and the mare's tails that dance in the breeze
The sparkle and shimmer of wide open skies
The embrace of sediment
Fossil Eyes
Yeah Fossil Eyes

Ammonite, Ammonite, cast in the jet
A guest from the past we can never forget
Ammonite, Ammonite, hidden from view
An echo persists when existence is through

Fossil Eyes

Moist Culture

Guest Count

SEA GLASS

Singly (1972-1987)

Muzikanti z města

Vamos a Platicar (Lets Talk) A collaboration between myself and Mike Brosco. Mike plays guitar, piano, keys, he arranged and mixed this track. Also Steve Burton plays the sweetest Lap Steel.
 I often listen to, and enjoy his music on the Brosco soundcloud page, many of his tracks, and his collaborations blew me away with their mystery and depth, sometimes wierd, sometimes melodic sweet + soulful. And always visual, thought provocing and unique.
This led to our messaging through s-cloud., and resulted in this collaboration, which I love more + more.
A big thanks to Mike and to Steve Burton.

Vamos a Platicar   (K Elle - Brosco Coolaboration)

Come back to yearn

From Proof of Utah's 1990 album Free and Female (2020 remaster)
Entire album can be found here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=xAjLCl_RUiA

Three against nine Some other time
I need to concentrate on the motives of this crime
In many circles this is considered bad odds
Three against nine where do I resign

How you going to dance with the rosy dame
When the townsfolk hear of your yellow fame
And the kingfish chocked of manly style
Some dastard deeds are not without
A certain string of doleful doubt
Cast ugly shades of guile and gout
Into the file of fiery fray
Some men chopped down some men today

Three against nine Is this a joke
I'd feel a lot better if it were twelve against nine
Even some dogs could help bite their feet
I'm not afraid it's just the quiver in my blade
Three against one Now that'd be some fun
I wouldn't use my shield if it were three against one
But those nine men they look unusually rough 
Three against nine oh now there's ten

How you going to dance with the rosy dame
When the townsfolk hear of your yellow fame
And the kingfish chocked of manly style
Some dastard deeds are not without
A certain string of doleful doubt
Cast ugly shades of guile and gout
Into the file of fiery fray
Some men chopped down some men today

Three against ten I need a friend
I thought a musket was some sort of gun 
I've never even seen a woman unveiled
Three against ten again and again
I wouldn't join an army that's made up of three
If these two die then it would be ten against me

Free and Female

D'Artagnan's Second Thoughts

Proof of Utah - D'Artagnan's Second Thoughts

Smiley Turtle Records was created by Louie Simon and Mike Brosco in 1984 to serve as the label for the first Proof of Utah album "A Dog A Dodo And A Fool." Assisted by the creative forces of Steve Ward, Scott Sayre and Mark Rieke the team went on to release several indie albums and cassettes. Smiley Turtle artists included Proof of Utah, The Algy Krebbs Quartet, and Lonely Trailer.

Proof of Utah - D'Artagnan's Second Thoughts

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