The Music tells the story. we all carry our true selves inside, and experience those who would tell us we are someone else. take this home, light a candle, dance widdershins, blow some smoke to the six directions.... and be free
The Music tells the story. we all carry our true selves inside, and experience those who would tell us we are someone else. take this home, light a candle, dance widdershins, blow some smoke to the six directions.... and be free
We all live on one planet, and on this planet we ARE the indigenous peoples. The rest is just intellectual self petting if you know what I mean. When I'm feeling frustrated with the human race, I return to the roots. I read once in a novel on…
We all live on one planet, and on this planet we ARE the indigenous peoples. The rest is just intellectual self petting if you know what I mean. When I'm feeling frustrated with the human race, I return to the roots. I read once in a novel on…
We all live on one planet, and on this planet we ARE the indigenous peoples. The rest is just intellectual self petting if you know what I mean. When I'm feeling frustrated with the human race, I return to the roots. I read once in a novel on…
Thanks all, for the comments. You would be amused at the "instruments" I used for this. In keeping with the theme I mentioned, though not intentional. didgeridoo, I wanted the sound, went out back grabbed a piece of ABS (Black Plastic Pipe) made the didge, (saw some made that way a didgeridoo festival), needed that strange raspy creature sound, took a piece of PVC pipe (same one I used for the Guiro on Mid Summers Night) and used a rounded stick to rub it, getting the raspy sorta heatbug effect. Found art? No, yes, found music!
We all live on one planet, and on this planet we ARE the indigenous peoples. The rest is just intellectual self petting if you know what I mean. When I'm feeling frustrated with the human race, I return to the roots. I read once in a novel on…
We all live on one planet, and on this planet we ARE the indigenous peoples. The rest is just intellectual self petting if you know what I mean. When I'm feeling frustrated with the human race, I return to the roots. I read once in a novel on…
We all live on one planet, and on this planet we ARE the indigenous peoples. The rest is just intellectual self petting if you know what I mean. When I'm feeling frustrated with the human race, I return to the roots. I read once in a novel on…
The Music tells the story. we all carry our true selves inside, and experience those who would tell us we are someone else. take this home, light a candle, dance widdershins, blow some smoke to the six directions.... and be free
The Music tells the story. we all carry our true selves inside, and experience those who would tell us we are someone else. take this home, light a candle, dance widdershins, blow some smoke to the six directions.... and be free
The Music tells the story. we all carry our true selves inside, and experience those who would tell us we are someone else. take this home, light a candle, dance widdershins, blow some smoke to the six directions.... and be free
Ok, everybody. I hope you can hang in there on this one. Yes it's longer. This is the fruit of Steve and my's first collaboration. He'd heard me do this at a party, got in touch with me, and said, "I'd like to collaborate on this, if you're okay…
The Music tells the story. we all carry our true selves inside, and experience those who would tell us we are someone else. take this home, light a candle, dance widdershins, blow some smoke to the six directions.... and be free
The Music tells the story. we all carry our true selves inside, and experience those who would tell us we are someone else. take this home, light a candle, dance widdershins, blow some smoke to the six directions.... and be free
The Music tells the story. we all carry our true selves inside, and experience those who would tell us we are someone else. take this home, light a candle, dance widdershins, blow some smoke to the six directions.... and be free
This recording has been through hell, pretty much like I was when I wrote this: It was recorded written and played by me, on a fostex four track. At the time even true love had let me down, and decided its dreams "for" me were more important than…
This is probably to personal, to raw to put here, but I've been listening to some pretty courageous stuff here in alonetone. This is more of an occurence, a onetime performance, more of a memorial, than a recording. My dad had died recently, I…
This is probably to personal, to raw to put here, but I've been listening to some pretty courageous stuff here in alonetone. This is more of an occurence, a onetime performance, more of a memorial, than a recording. My dad had died recently, I…
This is probably to personal, to raw to put here, but I've been listening to some pretty courageous stuff here in alonetone. This is more of an occurence, a onetime performance, more of a memorial, than a recording. My dad had died recently, I…
Haunting. Beautiful. Anyone who has lost a part of their heart when someone they love leaves this planet will recognize the deep song in the soul this gives voice to. Just when I thought nothing could capture the feeling. And yet, healing in it's beauty.
I was dreaming one night, and this song came, it was part of what I was going through in the dream. I woke up with the emotion, the words, and the melody still going. Got out of bed (Like 4AM! ugh!) went down to the studio and recorded the melody…
The flute on this piece is done by a very gifted flute player by the name of Melinda Eckels. You will hear Melinda on any of the songs where I use flute. Her abilities have spoiled me so, that I can never use keyboard or my limited flute skills…
I do three things after waking up these days: I shower. I make coffee. I play this song and drink my coffee.
Nothing complicated. Nothing fancy. Just some basic fingerpicking to test my motor skills and bring some aural sunshine into my day.
The first version.
This is the first and only song I wrote on [arrsuarez](http://alonetone.com/arrsuarez)'s Christmas gift to me, a mbira that he lovingly crafted by hand.
Several years ago I had a short lived duo with an oboe and English horn player named Nat. This is a demo from that period. It's an old old chord progression of mine that never really had a melody and Nat improvised this melody in the studio to…
Ok, everybody. I hope you can hang in there on this one. Yes it's longer. This is the fruit of Steve and my's first collaboration. He'd heard me do this at a party, got in touch with me, and said, "I'd like to collaborate on this, if you're okay…
I stumbled here from another artists' site. Suddenly I feel blind. You see hear and feel things new to me, or at least in a new way. Make me world fresh. Think I'll go for a long walk in the night, listen with the new ears you've given me.
Time never ends.... but we do.... ah there is the rub, for those of us who've tasted mortality, and the knowledge that all the dues eventually get paid , get called in.
Anything that has the title, "Desert Sunset", has me right away. I miss them deeply. The music delivers what the title suggests. I will be returning to listen, repeadtedly. On, the song you commented on "This Strange Parade", you were right, it was over 40mbs, perhaps that's why the music was cut off at the end, and the chorus just goes for a stroll naked, so to speak- it was just cut at 40mb's. Thanks for your knid comments by the way. Dan Gipson
Hey, OSCKILO! You were Johnny on th espot on This Strange Parade! I hadn't even finished saying how unfinished it was. Thanks for the comments, on it and all the others. Now, as to this song. Just what I needed to help me get through this world when all I want to do is play. It's beautiful. Thanks
A little something I recorded on a Zoom H4n, acoustic was recorded from built in condensors, strat was recorded plugged into bottom jack using only onboard effects, mixed in Reaper and mastered in Soundforge.
just goes to show: it ain't the equipment, it's the artist. you came through in this, probably could come through with an old cigar box with a stick through it, and four strings. You made this dance.
I've ben away from most of ya, and I'm sorry for that. Thing's have slowed down, and I can't wait
to hear everyone's new music, to try and be an artist, a full time employee and ect....it can be
awfully frustrating. I can't wait to listen and…
Comments on iconoclast's stuff
wild , i like it.
Played this outside, with the waves as background, serenade to the setting sun. Ah, yes.
Putting this one on as I was trying to write and the words wouldn't quite come through, relaxed and let them flow onto the page. Keeping this one!
The creative impulse animates whatever instrument is placed at its disposal.
Thanks all, for the comments. You would be amused at the "instruments" I used for this. In keeping with the theme I mentioned, though not intentional. didgeridoo, I wanted the sound, went out back grabbed a piece of ABS (Black Plastic Pipe) made the didge, (saw some made that way a didgeridoo festival), needed that strange raspy creature sound, took a piece of PVC pipe (same one I used for the Guiro on Mid Summers Night) and used a rounded stick to rub it, getting the raspy sorta heatbug effect. Found art? No, yes, found music!
Great premise, captivating sounds!
Beautiful! Love your description. Fits perfectly
Voices..from the Dreamtime?
This is a BEAUT!
Eric Clapton.
Beautiful!
very nice sir!!
I love this, so moving.
Beautiful song.
Beautiful music that immediately reels in the listener and doesn't let go...
The hiss just sounds adds to the mood. Keep this one alive!
Too beautiful for words
This is really beautiful. The flute really hits in at 1:45 and then the voice later. This is really Big Heart!
Haunting. Beautiful. Anyone who has lost a part of their heart when someone they love leaves this planet will recognize the deep song in the soul this gives voice to. Just when I thought nothing could capture the feeling. And yet, healing in it's beauty.
This gets me right where I am living today! Thanks!
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Nice! Love the harmonizing effect of the vocals/guitar. little bit 'o sonic beauty
How can one not like this? Little bit of enchantment.
Great song, lyrics, vocals. Thanks!
ohhh... and then you start layin' down the law with that guitar! Michaelangelo paintin' that finger comin' down from the sistine chapel of our sky
ohhh yeahhhhhh....
very nice. A pleasure to experience.
aural sunshine and coffee are essential to any day!
wonderful mood! Hey! how'd you get that pic in there? be fun to do some times.
Thought I'd stop by and pick a favorite... I listened to them all... guess that says something. Nice, Thank you
Time out for danno, (that's me) soothe the soul. Thanks Kirk
Thank you all for your comments. Closest to the heart. Dan
I like this this. Tension in the music fits the lyrics like a glove.
Love the guitar, and vox! Hello Dover!
Dweeb! This is too much fun! The ultimate travelogue.
I stumbled here from another artists' site. Suddenly I feel blind. You see hear and feel things new to me, or at least in a new way. Make me world fresh. Think I'll go for a long walk in the night, listen with the new ears you've given me.
Time never ends.... but we do.... ah there is the rub, for those of us who've tasted mortality, and the knowledge that all the dues eventually get paid , get called in.
Anything that has the title, "Desert Sunset", has me right away. I miss them deeply. The music delivers what the title suggests. I will be returning to listen, repeadtedly. On, the song you commented on "This Strange Parade", you were right, it was over 40mbs, perhaps that's why the music was cut off at the end, and the chorus just goes for a stroll naked, so to speak- it was just cut at 40mb's. Thanks for your knid comments by the way. Dan Gipson
Hey, OSCKILO! You were Johnny on th espot on This Strange Parade! I hadn't even finished saying how unfinished it was. Thanks for the comments, on it and all the others. Now, as to this song. Just what I needed to help me get through this world when all I want to do is play. It's beautiful. Thanks
just goes to show: it ain't the equipment, it's the artist. you came through in this, probably could come through with an old cigar box with a stick through it, and four strings. You made this dance.
I feel this one, thank god we can write it out, eh? Like what you're doing here. It speaks for you.