Here's another jam that takes inspiration from the guitar work of Richie Kotzen on Poison's Bodytalk. 
This time I asked my good friend and great keyboardist, the one and only Jamie Rhind to join along with me! What can I say, he tears it up with me on this one!

Jamie Rhind: All Main Keyboards and Synths
Louis Taverna: All Guitars, Bass, Additional Keyboards, Organs, and Drum Programming
Here's Jamie's soundcloud: @jamie-rhind
Check out his incredibly extensive catalog of great music!

Duck Talk - Featuring Jamie Rhind - Keyboards

Sometimes our path, or journey as it were, leads us to an edge. Edges of self, life, circumstances, reality, cliffs, you name it… Some edges are dangerous, sharp and jagged, even life threatening. Other edges encourage us to traverse them. Back in the 1970’s, there was this great sand cliff we used to go to, in Northern Europe, where we could run and hurl ourselves off of it and land in the water below. It was exhilarating, as the hang time allowed for contemplation in the moment, during the free fall. It felt like we were flying like the bluebirds in the sky. At the base of the cliff, we hung out by the water. We were mostly unfamiliar with the freedoms we had found there. Harry ran off and intentionally lost his swim trunks on the beach, while chasing after a beautiful woman who herself was sans swimsuit. He was in love with her. She had other ideas. He was drinking heavily, then he passed out, ass up in the sand, under the blazing sun, after making a fool of himself. It was a sad moment all around. By the time we found him, he had a bad sunburn. Poor guy. Could hardly sit down. A bunch of us were camped in the forest, not far from the cliffs. That night, I was sitting by the fire next to a wild-eyed woman and asked her something in another language. She blew smoke in my face and laughed nervously as if taunting a bear. Then she kissed me. We all seemed to be chasing after a freedom that did not exist in this life, at least for us. Some of us would later die trying to find that same freedom. For some strange reason I survived. We were wild back then and maybe always will be. This song contains some of that freedom among other things.

Lammbone's Album

Have You Ever Been?

"For My Lady" is a song written by Ray Thomas that was released on the Moody Blues 1972 album Seventh Sojourn. It was also released as the B-side to the single "I'm Just a Singer (In a Rock and Roll Band)"
The lyrics to "For My Lady" are about the singer's desire for true love.The lyrics may have been inspired by Thomas' recent divorce at the time he wrote the song.

Music journalist Geoffrey Freakes described "For My Lady" as an "uncomplicated, uncluttered and blissfully romantic song" that is "supremely elegant." Moody Blues biographer Marc Cushman felt that "the melody and heartfelt vocal performance convey a sadness despite the positive nature of the lyrics. Tampa Tribune critic Ralph Harold described the song as "an elegant love song, almost Elizabethan, although somewhat gimmicky with a cymbal sound of ocean waves and a nautical harmonica and organ background.

At one point Justin Hayward plays a guitar note that had some listeners thinking that the guitar string broke. But according to Hayward that it was not a broken string but merely an emphasized pluck to accompany the lyrics "and slowly bow her head."                          Wikipedia

Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea

For My Lady - The Moody Blues (Cover)

Mood Of Indigo

classical guitar gone crazy

I wrote and posted a similar song ....
Never mind what they throw at you ......still rising!

Rising

funky tunes

This is the 4th variation of a valse from Carulli. With many thanks to Blackbird for adding her beautiful voice.

valse 4

CRISIS OF MINE

*demo*

It’s late 
the unmade bed sighing your name
I reach across the cold half of the mattress
fingers brushing the sheet where you always slept

When your footsteps faded
Misery became my therapist 
Listening to my glass heart smash 
It’s no surprise I lash out 
You do what you know 
And I’m trying to unlearn 

I wear your old sweater like protection against the chill of memory
Wandering the streets of my brain looking for your name 
Listening but it’s quiet 
Leaves rustling 
Finally I scream 
asking why why why into the vacancy 

I grab the matches
Sparks above my hands 
Cupping the flame 
Winds can’t corrupt whats meant to be 

I even gather the ashes 
Each fragment is important to me 

I even gather the ashes 
Each fragment is important to me 

You are important  to me 


Replay all our songs 
Melodies stay surrounding me 

Every kind thing I do
every vulnerable lyric I speak
every time I love fully 
I think of you
These are the soft  tributes I offer
 little glows of gratitude
A beacon for you to find me 
Come home

Gather The Ashes

Dreams from pre-birth of trees in blossom.

Dreams of Blossom Trees (remastered 2025)

For many years I concentrated on painting, but meanwhile I come back to music more and more. I always like to connect the different mediums, also writing lyrics. I play several instruments with main instrument classical guitar. I'm no singer, but sometimes I like to send a message.
I enjoy your music on SC very much and often hear my likes. It's much better then the mainstream.  Many thanks to you all!
Hope, you enjoy my music too:)
You can buy some albums on Bandcamp.

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valse 4

Gabriele C. Kunz