Alex Ventura (Arrangements, drums, timbal and keyboard)
https://on.soundcloud.com/UCS2K
Andy McLean (Tenor saxophone and EWI)
https://on.soundcloud.com/EfX7N
Pep Pérez (Bass)
Sergio Párraga (Congas, quinto and bell)

Also on video:
https://youtu.be/1r1VW_1dptk

Caravan (cover). Alex Ventura/Andy McLean/Pep Pérez/Sergio Párraga

Galaxy Ping-Pong

Zarine - Galaxy Ping Pomg Cut Vers.

Lyrics:-
There's a gentle breeze
Blowing around me
I can feel it in
The things that people say today

Increasing every week
In the things I see
In the folks who start
Questioning reality

We are in
The calm before the storm
Here come the winds of change
To Take over everything

winkandwoo 2025

The Calm Before The Storm

Sur les Traces ses Aïeux est une chanson française aux influences pop-rock anglo-saxonne assumées. Après une intro digne d’une musique de film fantasmagorique, la chanson emmène, au travers d’un texte poétique, dans les pensées, les hésitations et le choix d’un personnage dans lequel chacun peut se reconnaître à différents moments de sa vie.
Sur les Traces ses Aïeux est le premier morceau coproduit par le trio Esteban the late Artist / Ze Scott / Bribinvoile et le premier morceau d'Esteban diffusé sur les plateformes musicales.
Écriture, composition et interprétation : Esteban the late Artist 
Composition, arrangements et vidéo-clip : Ze Scott
Composition et mixage : Bribinvoile
Janvier 2025

Un grand merci à Arnaud Bréchet du groupe Brüle qui a permis la prise de voix d'Esteban. 

Pour les écoutes et les avis sur le mix, merci à Fadoua A., Grégoire M., 
Guillaume F. du groupe Bess, Jean Pierre P., Jorick D., Julie B., Marie C., Maxime D.J., Nicolas, Romane S., Sylvain F.,

Pour les captations vidéos de Bribinvoile dans le Caux Maritime, merci à Grégoire B.
Pour les prises vidéos d’Esteban,  merci à l’EHPAD « Les Capucines » à Argelès-sur-Mer . 
Lien pour le clip : 

https://youtu.be/UqAUVary0es?si=_8bOnNH5TkPJPnB-

Lien plateformes: 

https://musics.to/70117GvZvL

Sur Les Traces De Ses Aïeux

Indie. Dream pop. Shoegaze. https://davidkaspencer.bandcamp.com/track/true-love-s-on-its-way-feat-coco-haze
Vocals. Cyna Slater. 
Music composition & artwork. D. k. A. Spencer. 
From the original song, https://on.soundcloud.com/MsTESiuipe3vNzMT9 CRUEL LOVE, (Harry & Cyna Slater. Lyrics: Russell L Slater, Janice Slater

WELL THAT CRUEL CRUEL LOVE

IS

OVER  A HILL

AND THAT TRUE TRUE LOVE'S YET TO GIVE ITS FILL

OH THOSE CRUEL COOL LOVER'S ARE OVER A HILL

OH A NEW NEW LOVE

DOES THE ANSWER LIE WITH YOU?

OR 

AM I TO HIDE SO

 LONELY INSIDE?





chorus;

NEW NEW LOVER 

HEY 

now CAN YOU RELATE?

CAN YOU GIVE ME BACK MY HEART

THAT I HAD TO THROW AWAY?

HEY 

NEW NEW LOVER 

HEY

 now WHAT CAN YOU  SAY?

CAN YOU SHOW ME TENDERNESS

yeah 

TRUE LOVE's ON ITS WAY

True Love’s on Its Way. (Feat: Coco & Haze

Time Rush

hope

My second track with lyrics. I hope you like it!

Fossils in the Making - Lyrics

Some billion years ago
a curious random flow
of molecules ignited what we now know as life

life went on to disperse
grew violently diverse
and crept and swam and blossomed into each niche of earth

a myriad creatures grew
and each one looked out to
eternal thriving for their species 
little they knew

that all comes to an end
when time was ripe, they went
into oblivion - just the fossils 
hold the memory of them
And suddenly some strange new creature 
starts to enter the scene 
the age of humans begun
They seem to have developed 
some remarkable features 
their intellect matched by none

With their collective mind
They could find the spell to bind 
The curse of certain extinction
for their kin and their kind 

With their joint intellect 
With humble due respect
They might protect themselves from vanishing
But they don’t seem to mind



We spy into the cosmos with our Hubbles and Webbs
but all we manage to hear ...
... is nothing .... but the menacing sound of pure silence 

out there are a zillion worlds 
older by eons than ours 
that should host 
a wealth of civilizations 
… Where are you?
…. Where have you gone?

The web of life emerges, 
occasionally it purges
And rips out nearly all the pages from its thick book
Life fades at rapid rate.  
Are we next on the slate?
Is perish our fate?  
Our odds don’t look good

Mother nature is not kind 
She does not really mind
Whether the human race will live tomorrow
No time to borrow

We’re fossils in the making
Gaia’s taking her toll 
We could have had it all
… we might have had in it in our hands
... I guess, we barely stood a chance