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…
Just one of those passing moods. Just finished today - august 2 2009. I resisted the temptation to try to develop it any further and just let it be what it is
the first multi track piece that I actually finished "in the box" in Cubase. An ambient kinda thing that grew out of playing around with the Line 6 DL4. Not sure I like the bow parts, but I may re do it later
Kirk, I like how you make it up, ( the last three words would be italicised if I could) What I mean is, you pull these songs out of a moment. And get to go someplace new and different. Getting to go there vicariously we ride along. Those are the moments we who play,sing write live for: when we touch into the other places. I admire how you find your self there. Does your world around you get what you do? And, thanks for your comments. And and, yeah, I realized Underneath My Skin had about 30 seconds of silence magically appended to it. My computer has had a ghost in the machine ever since the dread virus/trojan horse of February trashed its way through it. It's healed, but still has nightmares I guess. I'm pushing Steve my collaborator to get together again for some real sessions, so we can finally finish that song, and figure out what to do with the really great stuff we weren't able to get to in the RPM.
Oh my, oh my oh my... there can't be a man on this earth who hasn't at least at one point needed this song to sing as he's walking down a rainy road dark night fleeing from yet another bizarre request made just to see him jump....
It aint like no ones done this before
But how can you tire of beautiful chords
In the fifties
In Tenessee
Where my love
was born
Two young men upped and
crossed the yard
both cold cos it was rainin hard.
One of them turned said…
It aint like no ones done this before
But how can you tire of beautiful chords
In the fifties
In Tenessee
Where my love
was born
Two young men upped and
crossed the yard
both cold cos it was rainin hard.
One of them turned said…
I'm tired now, and I think I'll take a few days off from RPM. I need one more tune and that shouldn't be to tough to do.
Thanks everyone,
I'll be in touch soon.
~Paul
Lyrics:
sorry for the silence
i'm not ignoring you.....
I…
You have a great sense of the impact "space" can have on expression in a song. leaving notes to carry, to ring.. with a little bit of room, gives the feel an ability to penetreate the soul of the listener
This is fun! feels like an old honky tonk in Wyoming, couples still in love after many rough years together, dancing wrapped in memories and the present. Pretty sweet stuff.
A jazz tune featuring flute, sax, and one slightly out of whack Fender. All instruments played by Barry Morgan and the song was mixed and mastered in his home studio.
well, Barry.... mmmm-hmm! yes. this is not just good, it's well, damn good stew! Brookings, huh? Could that be Brookings, Oregon? I moved out here (Maine coast) recently from Silverton, Oregon, after livng in Oregon for 20 something years. Would have loved to collaborate when I was, there!
This is an "unplugged" version of a song that features a nylon stringed acoustic guitar. All instruments played by Barry Morgan and mixed and mastered in his home studio.
Well, the truth is I run a little hot. I think maybe all artists do. Creative fire is creative fire. Sorry about the vocals here, this is the scratch track, didn't have time to lay down the real thing before the clock struck twelve and I turned…
Thanks for the comments on this. It's funny, but the first tracks I put on here (Evolution, Fire In the night, Walk Down A Long Road) Were tracks I never released, or went any further with. I more than liked them myself, but the feedback I'd gotten from other writers was: too simple; not enough parts (verse, chorus, bridge), and of course, I AM am iconoclast, I give a flying fart about the "rules of writing" I kept them as they were. It is very gratifying to have other people get these. I wanted these songs to be the lyrics, wedded to the msuic, not served up on it like roasted turkeys. I am by nature a minimalist. I don't like clutter. I'm learning to create and produce songs in the studio that do have more to them. But to me they still have to be about the emotion, to advance the evoking of that emotion, or they're just ego stroking for the musically inclined. Again, my deepest thanks, and humble appreciation.
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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beautiful. nothing more to say...
Kirk, I like how you make it up, ( the last three words would be italicised if I could) What I mean is, you pull these songs out of a moment. And get to go someplace new and different. Getting to go there vicariously we ride along. Those are the moments we who play,sing write live for: when we touch into the other places. I admire how you find your self there. Does your world around you get what you do? And, thanks for your comments. And and, yeah, I realized Underneath My Skin had about 30 seconds of silence magically appended to it. My computer has had a ghost in the machine ever since the dread virus/trojan horse of February trashed its way through it. It's healed, but still has nightmares I guess. I'm pushing Steve my collaborator to get together again for some real sessions, so we can finally finish that song, and figure out what to do with the really great stuff we weren't able to get to in the RPM.
Bloody hell, (in the best of ways, now)thanks (Iconoclast of the RPM)
very very nice. Makes me want to sink into an easy easy chair and absorb.
Voice just grabs you in, words pull you the rest of the way..... melody is pure invention
wicked, wicked song.... I like it!
love a song that keeps me hanging on to see where it's gonna go. enjoyed this completely
Oh my, oh my oh my... there can't be a man on this earth who hasn't at least at one point needed this song to sing as he's walking down a rainy road dark night fleeing from yet another bizarre request made just to see him jump....
You've got musical balls! All this is so musical in it's own free way. Challenge to the preconceived. Ear treat for the spacially endowed....
I'm going to be playing this over and over.
Shit, oh shit, shit! This just is not fair. So real. So right on, so I wish I wrote this, so I could sing it, cause I want to say it just like this.
makes me want to back into the studio and start writing again. feels so real. Thanks
You have a great sense of the impact "space" can have on expression in a song. leaving notes to carry, to ring.. with a little bit of room, gives the feel an ability to penetreate the soul of the listener
Beautiful.... guitar speaks here... tells things the lips could never get out.
This is fun! feels like an old honky tonk in Wyoming, couples still in love after many rough years together, dancing wrapped in memories and the present. Pretty sweet stuff.
I can feel my feet on the side of the road, kickin' up a little dust, hitchhiking my way back into the infinite west.
well, Barry.... mmmm-hmm! yes. this is not just good, it's well, damn good stew! Brookings, huh? Could that be Brookings, Oregon? I moved out here (Maine coast) recently from Silverton, Oregon, after livng in Oregon for 20 something years. Would have loved to collaborate when I was, there!
I'm loving how you play so straight from the source. It comes through in the music.
I do, of course love this. man would I love to sing to this! Spanish mood and passion throughout. Emotional dynamite!
Thanks for the comments on this. It's funny, but the first tracks I put on here (Evolution, Fire In the night, Walk Down A Long Road) Were tracks I never released, or went any further with. I more than liked them myself, but the feedback I'd gotten from other writers was: too simple; not enough parts (verse, chorus, bridge), and of course, I AM am iconoclast, I give a flying fart about the "rules of writing" I kept them as they were. It is very gratifying to have other people get these. I wanted these songs to be the lyrics, wedded to the msuic, not served up on it like roasted turkeys. I am by nature a minimalist. I don't like clutter. I'm learning to create and produce songs in the studio that do have more to them. But to me they still have to be about the emotion, to advance the evoking of that emotion, or they're just ego stroking for the musically inclined. Again, my deepest thanks, and humble appreciation.