Greg Connor's listening history

Stan Gadziola AKA (gadzooks)'s avatar
A song I put together with my uke ... for someone I love.
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I put up a wren house in the trees and garden where I was living and surprisingly a house wren moved in. Every day he sang his song in a repeating pattern ... a natural loop. I held a mic out the window one morning and taped his beautiful repetitive…
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Stan Gadziola AKA (gadzooks)'s avatar
I put up a wren house in the trees and garden where I was living and surprisingly a house wren moved in. Every day he sang his song in a repeating pattern ... a natural loop. I held a mic out the window one morning and taped his beautiful repetitive…
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Greg Connor's avatar
Feel the wind in my sails Heading toward a brighter day No more dark, dead end trails Looks like sunshine all the way Aint no stopping me now Been a long time in the darkness Bangin round where I can’t see Smell the fresh air through the window…
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Lady Jane's avatar
I thought I'd uploaded this ages ago! Less chaotic 'Chaos' after I found a melody I was happy with, and the delay button :) Enjoy! xox P.S. I knew I'd seen it on here somewhere - it was uploaded by Jip under Third Quarter of the Moon :)
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Greg Connor's avatar
I don't know why . . . it just came out this way. I'm using a new Line 6 M13 pedal board and experimenting a little.
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informal grae's avatar
Another in the 'Stream of Consciousness' ideas that I have - whereby I start with no lyrics, no tune, but just grab the wood and strings and strum for a while. Just an idea G:)
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JR James's avatar
billy boy where did you go sittin in a pile of snow come on down its gettin cold for the time is getting old well we made our way to the old wigwam frozen lake and wind was calm standing bow did strike a deer to feed the tribe…
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billy boy where did you go sittin in a pile of snow come on down its gettin cold for the time is getting old well we made our way to the old wigwam frozen lake and wind was calm standing bow did strike a deer to feed the tribe…
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