Nothing like getting behind the skins when you are sentimental. Happens to me all the time. The skins don't mind tears.
Nice skin work here (the pattern is "Tumbao").
A Reg in pain can make a baby half way around the world cry...we don't want that now....for the sake of that child....Babe, come home....think of that crying baby.....and Reg. Fine jazzy feel here.
Chris sent me this great tune playing his 17 ET guitar and fretless bass, and for some reason i thought Mafia instantly. Sammy the Bull was the under-boss to John Gotti back in the 80's and 90's and he turned informer to bring John Gotti down…
Chris sent me this great tune playing his 17 ET guitar and fretless bass, and for some reason i thought Mafia instantly. Sammy the Bull was the under-boss to John Gotti back in the 80's and 90's and he turned informer to bring John Gotti down…
Chris sent me this great tune playing his 17 ET guitar and fretless bass, and for some reason i thought Mafia instantly. Sammy the Bull was the under-boss to John Gotti back in the 80's and 90's and he turned informer to bring John Gotti down…
Chris sent me this great tune playing his 17 ET guitar and fretless bass, and for some reason i thought Mafia instantly. Sammy the Bull was the under-boss to John Gotti back in the 80's and 90's and he turned informer to bring John Gotti down…
No one grumbles in the pine woods
No one cries when morning comes
See the stars fade into daylight
See the footprints in the snow
My god could it be more certain?
My god could I take the wheel for now?
Ice made still the rushing waters…
It’s nice having our original lead guitarist back for a visit….special thank-you to Keith for his work on Matt’s song.
Lyrics…..
Hey you, little man inside a choo-choo
You do it differently than I do.
Hey man, I hear you’re on a big-plan…
This is from Dylan's album Oh Mercy. In spite of an intention to stop posting covers of songs and work on something angry and new, I got to the end of this without messing up the piano and only barely mangling the lyrics, I got too excited and…
As the top of Goat Fell touched by frost, the sounds melt into the distance —
those that once called us,
and those that still remain.
//
Happy New Year, everyone!
On that morn
She could hear the mist on the mountain
And the sound of a robin's wing
Hear the snowflakes hit the frozen ground
And hear the sunrise sing
All those beautiful sounds were oh so lame
Compared to the sound of his name
Love immeasurable;…
Written for an upcoming Blues competition as one of several songs being considered for the contest. I sprung this on my friend Chris, without warning last night and pushed the record button.
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She starts…
Still learning the keys.
This will be the last cover for some long while. It just seemed like something fun to practice on since everything that appears in my head is usually slow and sad. Now I can practice on something fast and sad!
I…
It was a few strange April days in our little town of Bad Münder. The sky was low and completely filled (with clouds?), and a yellowish light spread as if from below, and from everywhere. Irene had said at the time that it must have been the wind…
The last couple of years have been soaked in sadness, numbness and loss, and it's not something I've tried to hide, even when making music. But I've come to realize that it's my own responsibility to lay forth the effort to find new happiness…
Yes…we’re TRYING to do an AC~DC thing here.
The song was written by our lovable drummer Matt, but we all had fun working on it. (The Angus-style guitar lick was mine.)
As always, the song is introduced to the band, kicked around and recorded…
I've been told to keep going. This might be a challenging part of the journey, but a beautiful horizon is just around the corner. I'll stick to that.
(written for BC)
Ok, I know that it appears that The Proods have been posting so grim music of late, but this song started out as an homage to one of the Lady-Proods, and just kinda got away from us.
More stuff following….bright, chipper love songs.
I have issues at my house, sometimes they manifest themselves in my tracks. In this case, the bassoon and oboe represent the mouse. The guitar is the peanut-butter.
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damn you sound like Joe Cocker now! This is great all the way around. - Been behind - I had not heard the original - or I don't remember it
Nothing like getting behind the skins when you are sentimental. Happens to me all the time. The skins don't mind tears. Nice skin work here (the pattern is "Tumbao").
Must be feeling the magic from the Blue Ridge Mountains and Hawaiian sunsets; very lovely
A Reg in pain can make a baby half way around the world cry...we don't want that now....for the sake of that child....Babe, come home....think of that crying baby.....and Reg. Fine jazzy feel here.
Nice relaxing piece Reg!
Number one mate, excellent work my friend....
well done
Haha, love it!
This is a masterpiece!
Sammy, that wasn't very nice. This was nice and nasty, however.
Love it Reg and Chris!
indeed - you brought this baby to life!! Bravo Reg!
Fabulous story.
this is such a cool song! "tick tack little brass clock"
Nice!
groovy tune, diggin the lyrics/vocals. The percs fit in perfectly
Your vocals are too hot for covers.
Oh so funky.
you two are Mr Funk!!
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Excellent
Nicely done
love it! ...Happy New year
Excellent track Happy new year 🥳
Happy new year 🥳
Excellent vocal as always Pru
it gets my vote
those keys are coming along i enjoyed your version
Delicious fuzz
Yeah!
Powerful riffage
It’s getting cold here it’s time to come in and listen to Igor again it’s been a while
Hope things turn around sooner than later
love it reminds me of an early & the mothers excellent
Goodbye Ozzy
Love the Bon Scott duo vocal
That’s a great groove
Another beauty
Brilliant for walking dogs at sunset