Fantastic vocals go so great together with the guitar! Excellent song!

great voice man! I like the production on it

beautiful well-written song, great production that signature modulated minimalism of yours :)

A voice of great versatility and intensity!👏

I bought this children's guitar at GoodWill for less than $15... I put $6 worth of good nylon strings on it.  And then I just played it.  Maybe I'm out of line... especially since I set the levels too high when recording it.  But there's something about this recording: I guess beauty is in the ear of the beholder...

Children's Goodwill Nylon Guitar W Levels Too Hot

The passion with which Spring seems to manifest so suddenly, renews the Spirit and paints the world with colour and promise. ✨

In my case, it is drawing forth a dissilience of new music.  May you enJOY! 😃

© Gary Courtland-Miles 2022
℗ Gary Courtland-Miles 2022

The Radiance Of Spring

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco & Jason Mowry
Final mix by Jason Mowry
@asleepwithheadphones
@lazydadamusic

Joy Of Life

Joy Of Life by Carlos Vivanco & Jason Mowry

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The night so long and deep
And you so close to sleep
Be still my dear I’ll be right here
One last lullaby

The waning of the moon
Here, then gone too soon
Be still my dear I’ll be right here
One last lullaby

The hours slip, the morphine drip
Day is night is day
Your eyes close, the silence holds
Things I’ve left to say

Yesterday I know,
Is a hundred years ago
But what is time your hand in mine
One last lullaby

Morning will await
Not so far away
Past pleasant dreams, imaginings
One last lullaby

The hours slip the morphine drip
Day is night is day
Your eyes close, the silence holds
Things I’ve left to say

Through all that’s come before
I only love you more
Your love I’ll keep all while you sleep
One last lullaby

The night so dark and deep
And you so close to sleep
Be still my dear I’ll be right here
One last lullaby
Be still my dear I’ll be right here
One last lullaby
Your love I’ll keep all while you sleep
One last lullaby

One Last Lullaby

it's fine, is seems
you stop, believe
the simple words
rain starts to blur

droppin' down your trail
put it in the mill
next up on your list
send a handy wish

full daisy chains
'n stacked remains
a joke that fits
non stick surface

this massive charge
come foolish hearts
you mix love in
on top of it
a hundred firsts
go unrehearsed
perplexing wind
to lure you in

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RssaejcaOrc

wish

Some cool riffs if anything. the bass was a challenge in some spots.

Searching For Me

Jo Richter @sonic-textures a.k.a. Sonic Textures and Silent Stretches produced a really fascinating soundscape with poetry that he offered as an open collaboration. Here is the link to the original:
https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures/concatenandus?in=sonic-textures/sets/open-for-collaboration
Here is a link to a version which Stonerjazz @user-911083679 added to. My remix is working from this one:
https://soundcloud.com/user-911083679/song-0049wav
And if you'd like to hear one more iteration of this open collab, here is a great one from Nic: https://soundcloud.com/nic_nic_nic/concatenandus-nic-version 

I was quite fascinated by Jo's poem. See below for the lyrics.  I added the full text back in after chopping up some elements of it to create this soundscape, and when it the words sit on top they line up in some very interesting serendipitous ways.

I also have just released a version with soundscape only and just snippets of words left in the background, in case you'd like to hear without the poem overlaid:
http://soundcloud.com/tea_are_sea/photographs

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Lyrics / copyright jo richter:
concatenandus - (on the meaning of wind generators in fashion photography)

she kept wondering about all those photographs
that show flowing hair and wide, wind-swept robes
until she understood: those ropes connect halves
of a self that's caught and its dasein-based scopes

what is my real size if it's not epidermical skin?
the reach of my voice? my status, hierarchical clout?
my environmental footprints, global, within?
my life's agenda? some will being lived out?

what is my true reach into psyche, space, time?
which pasts do shape my tribulations and loves?
she thought of herself as a poor poet's rhyme,
as a reflection of life in a stock photograph.

a stranger wave of understanding hit her
when she unfolded into the moment -
she was not singled out, her whole world was with her
she was connected in a well-worn arrangement

of events manifest: she yelled out with joy:
birds nest in my hair, my feet walk the ground
this self tried to bind me, this gravitational ploy
but beyond all that hassle, spins a world that is round

One Last Lullaby

Paul Haas

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