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a little guitar cover with some silly vocals

Cover of the early eighties Japan song, motivated by the Songcrafters.org Cityfest. Deliberately meant to sound 'Eighties'. Decided to leave the last two minutes in as 12" extended remix. New mix uploaded 16th November

Jazz fusion piece. Thanks to Marc Halikas for bass & guitar.

Sunday morning warmup.A bit of Wes Montgomery octave playing,barre chording and working that little finger.

This song is for my work as an English teacher. I train up primary school children and then record them singing it. if all goes well, I give them an mp3 with their vocals in it and cut mine out. Thom

Reg got to thinking and it's pretty simple really all he needs is Love.......

For Smoking Joe... Wondered what might be fitting. Thought some music to train to may be appropriate.

'Blue Shade Shadow, Rearranging all the night, We slept within, But now well crawl out of sight, Dont try to, Hypnotize me, You keep failing to see, The spread of my disease, Ill come to you, In the worst time I could, Cause it will…

Lyrics: Crazy people, wander round all night Looking toward the Heavens At little specs of light Dragging round their telescopes And Binoculars All the tools they need to gaze among the stars Crazy people, look at what they do…

I found a cassette tape the other day from 1991 which turned out to be live to 2 track demos that Scartaglen did in the studio in preparation for our 3rd and (as it turned out) final album. This tune didn't make the cut for the record but I always…

A poem by Wilfred Owen. "Dulce est decorum est, pro patria mori" Recited in remembrance by ORH. Music by OsCKilO. 11/11/11

Ya, I'll just put this right here. Not a big fan of Dragon Ball perse, but I do love the music. Even more so in this insane Japanese Dragon Ball game for the original NES. The Music was astounding even for something as simple as 8 bit midi…

This is about where the f*ck does a song come from?? I don't know, and I can barely hang on.. Recorded with the Boss Micro BR with one take tracks and bounced until there was nothing left in the poor girl.

My childhood in Aston, Birmingham.

you're in a bar drunk, on the one hundred and thirty first floor. and the building starts to trenble, then the stars get closer