Cròniques d'en Joaquim Torner des de Copenhaguen per a ràdio Sabadell. Episodi 3

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.

Finger style folk guitar with vocals... things are not always what they seem YOU WON’T FIND HIM AMONG THE PROUD MEN WHO INSIST THAT THEY ARE STRONG YOU’LL FIND HIM WITH THE MAN WHO CRIES OUT GOD FORGIVE ME, I AM WRONG YOU MAY NOT FIND HIM IN…

Just a mellow track I whipped up last night before bed. The field recording is from the Peruvian Amazon- I forget which habitat it was recorded in, but my guess is near bamboo... during the morning.

70 bpm, ab she trys too hard to be the master of her everything what will be will be random chance has no place here if it can't be cleaned or put away and her highway stretches far and wide selfish seeking silence in the fray simply…

80 bpm, g when she's away i go out escape when i wake up all alone escape return to where i was in this song i make excuses all day long in this song forever, now together when she's away i cry out escape when i wake up all alone…

90 bpm, f# won't you please come over won't let me entertain i've got to get the scoop on you it's driving me insane cause your serious demeanor has got me mystified and there's a frisky little tiger in you that you can not hide, don…

100 bpm, f she sits behind a very large desk and talks on the phone all long somewhere inside she's waiting but i don't know what she's waiting for slam it down, get up down run away she lays upon a very large bed watches tv and brushes…

110 bpm, e

120 bpm, eb it's the sound, getting in my brain deep inside, and on a dusty day it feels like rain falling down and fills me up with song there's a note i almost hear it now and it grows and on a quiet day it sounds like a promise…

110 bpm, d there are a lot of angry voices that do not belong to me inside this skull that i sometimes call home every time i try to tune one or tune one out they gang together and whisper softly to me surrender, give in, let win don…