On May 10, 1996, three officers of the Indo-Tibetan Border Police, Tsewang Samanla, Dorje Morup, and Tsewang Paljor, were part of a six-man expedition to reach the summit of Mount Everest.  Delayed and facing a storm, the three decided to disregard orders and press on while the rest of the team turned back.  Around 18:00 the climbers radioed their expedition leader back at base camp to inform that they had reached the summit.  While credited with summiting, whether they actually reached the summit or not is to this date debated.

These two songs wouldn’t exist if not for the irony surrounding the perishment of one of the climbers, Tsewang Paljor.  The irony is that Paljor became famous not in life but in death and simply because of the fact that his lifeless, frozen body, which no person or entity cared to remove from the side of the trail for at least 19 years, ended up becoming a landmark and reference point to climbers, his humanity reduced to an almost comical nickname stemming from the mountaineering boots on his feet and their bright yellowish-green color.  A Google search today of the keywords “Tsewang” and “Paljor” brings up, as the first result, a Wikipedia article entitled not “Tsewang Paljor”, but “Green Boots”.

“Jefe de condestables Tsewang Paljor, parte 1: Ascenso y muerte” is my reflection on Paljor’s resolve to climb, then the climb itself, then the summiting (or the thinking they had summited), and finally the descent and the exhaustion, confusion, and acceptance of defeat that probably came with it and the probable realization of impending death that frozen night as he lay curled up on his side, donning his brightly-colored mountaineering apparel, under a crevasse at the side of the climbers’ trail at 28,000 feet.

“Jefe de condestables Tsewang Paljor, parte 2: Fiesta en Leh” is an imagination of a summer day that Tsewang could have enjoyed as a young adult in his hometown’s capital, Leh, with friends and perhaps one or two love interests at hand.  An experience he might have remembered about during those few final minutes of his life.  

About the song names:  That isn’t me trying to be the most righteous of the lot.  Like, “look, I even include his military rank before his name, while everyone else just calls him ‘Green Boots’.”  I’m not trying to be judgmental or pretentious.  In fact, up until the last few minutes the songs were going to be called “Helado en altura 1” and “Helado en altura 2”.  “Helado en altura” translates roughly to “Ice cream at high altitude”, and is a pun because in Spanish “Helado” can also mean a frozen person, animal or thing.  So, for the cover artwork, I literally searched for frozen corpses in snow-capped mountains.  Not necessarily with those keywords.  And happened on Green Boots.  It was like the third result.  But ultimately, I felt it would be in bad taste to be so literal and use the pic and do the pun and all that.  In a way, the song titles are an atonement for my previous intentions.  And a pair of songs to honor a man who found very little dignity in death.  Some may point out the old adage that there “is no dignity in death”.  I’d say as so much else in life, that it’s a matter of degree.

Thanks for taking the time to read, and above all listen.  I hope you “get” the songs, and above all, enjoy them.  (No pun intended with “above”.)

Note:  from the information I had access to on the World Wide Web, Paljor’s body has not been officially identified or removed to this day.  However, it was last reported seen in 2015.  Its current location and state is, to the best of my web knowledge, unknown.

Jefe de condestables Tsewang Paljor, parte 2: Fiesta en Leh

Talk Talk Talk, Lawrence Farr, vocal & lyrics, Collab,/ Gene Jumper

Talk Talk Talk, Lawrence Farr, vocal & lyrics, Collab,/Gene Jumper

My place to stay

Rise from the Depths

Story In The Clouds

For the ‘different’, people the ones who stood out, who didn’t fit in. The 'odd' ones who were picked on in school, distrusted as adults, stayed away from. Maybe you know them, maybe you are them. This is a song for them/us. 

Johnny and Mary found each other and in their own tiny world they allow each other to be who they are.

Delighted to share the guitar duties with the fantasitic Johnny Mc Farlane!  Thank you my friend.

Music & Lyrics by Finn Eces
Performed & Produced Finn Eces

Johnny & Mary

"On Dark Wings" is a song from 2003 that I recorded at the time with Marc Evers under the label "Travelogue". I brought this song back into the setup to make some changes and additions and to remix it.

"On Dark Wings"

Travelogue - "On Dark Wings"

Melodic Heavy Dubstep

Can't Finger It Out/Still It  Works

Jungle lion come in and sing !

Simpson meowing in this well 80s + rasta version of "Push It" is a song by the hip hop group Salt-N-Pepa. It was released as a single in 1988.

PUSH IT (RASTA EDITION) FEATURING SIMPSON

Palliate

YouTube: https://youtu.be/WfQ_8dWDYEA.
George puts his heart into the vocals of this love ballad. The lyrics present the importance having a legacy of love being more important than one of fame and fortune. I am using fewer tracks than usual with minimal drum use. Piano and string are in a simple support role with an emphasis on the bass track. The chord sequence is led by George's acoustic guitar. Photo: Arianna Rader.
LYRICS
VERSE1
Regrets, I have so many.
Success, I’ve had so few.
Mistakes, I’ve made a’plenty.
But not at Love, ‘cause I have you.
CHORUS1
Could I live my life over,
Many changes I would make.
I’d think twice before I stumbled.
But choosing you was no mistake.
VERSE2
Regrets, I can let go of.
Success. No fortune and no fame.
Mistakes. I ask forgiveness
But with you, I’d do it all the same.
CHORUS2
Could I live my life over,
Many changes I would make.
I’d think twice before I stumbled.
But choosing you was no mistake.
VERSE3
I am who I am.
What will be will always be.
I’m  just grateful that my legacy,
Is the love of you and me.
EXTRO
And no regrets.
Oh, no! No regrets.
Oh, oh! I have no regrets.

Melodic Heavy Dubstep

Budda65