Dry lines of newspaper reports that day, including:
Desirae Loy, also known as *Johnny's Girl*, said: I swear he don't trust me no more that or he is realy *jelouse*
Assured of that morning has already come, the person, hardly having risen, has approached to a window. "Here you are, my old friend Madness" - he thought, and stepped forward. The wall did not succumb, though. The windows were not.
~no way out~
the music adds a dimension to the reading that is very powerful,,, it's neat the way they balance together so well, neither over powering or detracting from the other,, this is sort of like a collage of sound,, well done
This is a bootleg tape of Reg's last music therapy session from when he was in prison prior to his release. It was acquired from his psychiatrist for fee......................
This is a bootleg tape of Reg's last music therapy session from when he was in prison prior to his release. It was acquired from his psychiatrist for fee......................
This is a bootleg tape of Reg's last music therapy session from when he was in prison prior to his release. It was acquired from his psychiatrist for fee......................
The path to liberation - is a fraud, and he, of course, well aware of this when paying for the record [that you could get for free]. in fact, that money was for...
1st voice: how, he still reads newspapers?
2nd voice, answers: probably yes ...
1st voice bewilderment: why does he do it?
Third voice (presumably female): he thinks it it the way to join the world.
1st voice, thoughtfully: Yeah ... How much he still must go to ...
~communication breakdown~
This is a bootleg tape of Reg's last music therapy session from when he was in prison prior to his release. It was acquired from his psychiatrist for fee......................
This is a bootleg tape of Reg's last music therapy session from when he was in prison prior to his release. It was acquired from his psychiatrist for fee......................
Was Reg daydreaming had Robert Plant really just come down the cellar bar to visit Elvis and sang while he played. He shook his head and resumed playing .....................
Just got my system up again after several hardware upgrade conflicts, and a move to California.
Been thinking about changing this songs ending for a while, finally getting around to it. Good to post here again!
Cheers,
Reef
Hope your settling in well it sure sounds like you are ... still wish I could have escaped and met up with you in London that time which seems way back now .... ps don't sell the Gibson
"Castaway of Love" is a song by Brian, one of our guitar players who until now has been shy about sharing his talent. When he told me the title of this song I was expecting a 1920's style megaphone crooner melody, but was happily surprised by…
Here is the latest Coffee Table Recording. We gave ourselves 2 1/2 hours to pick a topic, write the song, and record it. It was GREAT FUN!
I left the pre bantar in just so you could get a feel of the "mood of the room".
Brett - Flatop…
One of the other band members found these reel-to-reel recordings of when our band (Sound Sensations Exhibit featuring vocals by Duke "Bubba Blues" Sakon), first was going big in 1967. Old style reel-to-reels sat in his basement for over 40 years…
Here's the second song I recently decided to do with a studio recording from one I wrote and posted here a while ago as a purely vocal version. It's one of my favorites.... I hope you'll enjoy it too
Singing In The Silence
Verse 1:
Singing…
Well here's my contribution to the Pirate challenge from Robert Palomo. I think you'll agree it was time to call it a night on this one, but it was a lot of fun writing and recording it! Hope it gives you a chuckle or two.
Why Do Parrots…
Geas sent me this tune for National talk like a pirate a day so we took it down the cellar and luckily Robert Newton was down there so we got him up on the stage and got him to do this little number......Hoping Yee enjoy eye arrh…
Some tunes require you to be very lonely, or maybe the loneliness itself needs us to play things of this kind? Clean lines and minimalism: are they confront whether to the joy and exuberance of colorful life, or we need them for to see the joy…
Wishes
The music is from my Wildgeas 2016 RPM effort
I'm trying to vocalize them. :)
Lyrics
Across the desert
look to the sky
Sundancer and some clouds roll by
My oh my, said my oh my
If wishes were like horses
Tumbleweeds and…
Some tunes require you to be very lonely, or maybe the loneliness itself needs us to play things of this kind? Clean lines and minimalism: are they confront whether to the joy and exuberance of colorful life, or we need them for to see the joy…
Calling out for his dog"Monty! Monty! Monty??" realising he's not coming back. A cold shiver of loneliness runs through his body, he stands in the light of the dawn on the edge of the wood feeling shaken. Now everything he loved has gone. He put his hand into his pocket takes out his pipe, lights it and considers the Condor moment .........
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Gotta say this is like reading a book with sound effects , i like it lots , production is ace , must check out more
Dry lines of newspaper reports that day, including: Desirae Loy, also known as *Johnny's Girl*, said: I swear he don't trust me no more that or he is realy *jelouse*
Poor Johnny! That woman wasn't worth it
very cool!
Assured of that morning has already come, the person, hardly having risen, has approached to a window. "Here you are, my old friend Madness" - he thought, and stepped forward. The wall did not succumb, though. The windows were not. ~no way out~
the music adds a dimension to the reading that is very powerful,,, it's neat the way they balance together so well, neither over powering or detracting from the other,, this is sort of like a collage of sound,, well done
nice work Reg!
I agree with Norm - there is a lot coming down.
like this one mate, made us smile :)
I've a suggestion for where that last bullet should go. Calamitous and yearning musical background well done.
Yep, keeps me sane too.
The path to liberation - is a fraud, and he, of course, well aware of this when paying for the record [that you could get for free]. in fact, that money was for...
1st voice: how, he still reads newspapers? 2nd voice, answers: probably yes ... 1st voice bewilderment: why does he do it? Third voice (presumably female): he thinks it it the way to join the world. 1st voice, thoughtfully: Yeah ... How much he still must go to ... ~communication breakdown~
Are you working for CNN now? lol cool one Reggy!
This is going to get even uglier.
You killed me in there ahhhh, the insecure feelings need some work on my end maybe. LOL
Very nice session. You've come a long ways, Reg.
O boy that's the deep down burning right there that is ...
Incredible vocal performance Reg.
Nice bit of tinkling on the ivories there Reg.
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Hope your settling in well it sure sounds like you are ... still wish I could have escaped and met up with you in London that time which seems way back now .... ps don't sell the Gibson
Fab!!
I'm a fan.....
its sounds good now..... yooooowl!!
Brian should write more....
love the banter at the start....that wine really worked....
Loving the guitars ...
Who would have thought a psychedelic pirate song .... Love it !!
Enjoyed !!
the guest was right Fab!!!
Just beautiful Colleen ... Great recording too
Funkerliscious!!! Good to have a bit of Funk added to my day again ...
"Cause I feed yah pieces of eight me darling ".... A right proper vocal too me hearty !
Loving thAt double vocal at the beginning ... I'm sat here listening to the wind blow
ooh Arrh heres one from a while back for Pirate day....
Nice song ...
Sitting alone the bottle empty .... The glass not even half empty ... He hit record on the player and listen to the loneliness and suddenly felt cold
Great to hear you again Geas
loving it Chris
Calling out for his dog"Monty! Monty! Monty??" realising he's not coming back. A cold shiver of loneliness runs through his body, he stands in the light of the dawn on the edge of the wood feeling shaken. Now everything he loved has gone. He put his hand into his pocket takes out his pipe, lights it and considers the Condor moment .........