El toque delicado de cada nota parece un susurro del pasado, pintando recuerdos lejanos con los suaves matices de la nostalgia y la serenidad. Francesco Adornetto.

Another of your beautiful melodies, Vicenzo. Bravo.

I like the poetry that emerges from this melody and also the sobriety that you put on this

This is delightfully nostalgic and intimate. Beautiful composition :)

A beautiful, emotive composition and performance!

A very beautiful piece, enjoyed listening….

Farewell Summer

Why entropy? Entropy is a measure of disorder and there are always more messy than tidy variations. Entropy is chaos. In art, we strive to bring order and symmetry and thus create an aesthetic beauty that the universe would never create by itself. So, out of the sea of ​​random combinations, the artist must create something meaningful. An artist always tries to bring order to chaos.

Entropy (For more than one guitar)

So glad to be able to offer you something New! 

As always... simply Let Go ... and let the Melodies take you where they will.

 
(c) Gary Courtland-Miles 2025
Kawai ES7 Stage Piano

Autumn's Moon *

* Stonerjazz @user-911083679 -- Vocals, Lyrics, Original Idea, Acoustic Guitar, and Artwork

* Uziel @user-455619833 -- Vocals 

* TexMex Shaman @texmex-shaman -- Electric Guitar & Bridge

* Tot - @tot-beat -- Beat & Drums

* Tea R. Sea - @tea_are_sea -- Synths & Production

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Catch up with the first 10 tracks of our work-in-progress concept album, Quest for the Holy Dumpling: on.soundcloud.com/FR63a

Listen to the Smoking Trout's first album, The Land of Zed (2021-2022): on.soundcloud.com/WB34q
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Lyrics (by Stonerjazz):

We all chose it, we arrived here at this self-same place
he liked to think that he had earned it
but that simply not the case.
He just dreamed it up one sunday afternoon
while drowsing and lounging in the Ether
where the US resides
while living on a Proton Banished
to the outskirts of a single Atom
In a single Universe-
It was a wicked Curse, specifically designed for him
A scorcerer, Albert Rufus Smith
Stole a Rocket ship and he took it to Uriah
He was a rascal and scoundrel and a liar and a thief
But he had a magic knife that he had won in a game of dice
on a stormy night in a corner of some ruins
in the desert in december by the fire light with some other witches from Oaxaca
where he'd Spied Roberta picking magic mushrooms naked in the moonlight
with her brothers and her sisters and some others from the Bus-
It seems that Albert Rufus Smith Was Smitten

The eternal now is Wow
When we wonder why we wander
where we will
while walking walking walking to fulfill
the contemplated vacancy
Beyond the vast Horizen

Alberts knife was sliver with a handle made of Amber
when he held it high above his head
it gave off a blinding light
and on that night on the planet of Uriah
when Gus and all his jolly happy hopeful holograms arrived
on that Beat-up Bus
That formulated plan in Alberts wicked head
appeared to be on Track
had he not been messmerized by Roberta's perfect presence and physic
he might have pulled it off, that dirty rotten little sneak--

Sid and Larry caught him and his Cronies
trying to steal the bus and Abduct
Sally and Roberta too, Who
were sleeping on the bus in the back together as they always do,
And Gus was not Amused-
Albert seemed to be confused until he held his Magic knife up high
and blinded ever bodies eye
and in a frantic flight he escaped into the distant night--

Albert Rufus Smith (Smoking Trout's HOLY DUMPLING #11)

Last track from Mediterrâneo, a somewhat happy ending.

E estranho vir festejar já quantas vezes demos a volta ao Sol,
porque afinal o Sol não é coisa parada.
Orbita a galáxia, e segue essa estrada de estrelas no céu
que nos encantam enquanto brilham na imensidão.
E todos os filhos que juntámos neste dia
de onde vieram, para onde vão?
E as velas felizes, que num sopro se extinguiram,
cantam nossa gratidão.

Aniversario

Distant Memory

Made in #Ableton (November 2024)

Genres;
#Ambient
#Electronic
#Pop

Far Away From The Past

He's got a raincoat and I have an umbrella
he has the wind and those are his clouds
gentle, gentle the man I love is God
Holy, holy, Sacred Lord
Holy, Holy, Forever Lord
Holy is the Lord
in the lighted room where doors open
the Lion the Lamb understand, burning fire; the man I love is God
if the heavens pass away, sun and moonlight fade
I will not fear as the city appears, New Jerusalem like a jewel
Holy, Holy, Sacred Lord
Holy, Holy, Forever Lord
Holy is the Lord

Sacred Lord

O Holy Night

Thursday night's Lullaby, being in the luscious key of G flat major, is warm and cosy, and very calm with all the melodies fashioned from conjunct shapes

A Week of Lullabies: no.4 - Thursday night

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