RAINBOWS, HERODOTUS & HANS ZIMMER

herodotusZoolon’s new bin ‘Herodotus the Bin’

Some music. A 60 second guitar improvisation rendition of “Time” by Hans Zimmer. I hope you enjoy;

Other things in my life;

rainbow carpetA few posts back I put up a pic of a what I thought was a lost rainbow on the carpet here at home. Today I find three baby rainbows on the same carpet in the same room. Are they breeding? Am I missing something? Big question.

Next, something else I want answers and solutions for.

tree netting

The Wildlife Aid charity says this netting in Guildford was put in place to stop birds nesting so that the trees can eventually be removed – pic and quote from BBC News 

I was watching the news on TV. As I understand it this ‘tree netting’ idea is going on big time all over the country this year. It’s Spring. Birds need nests. A no-brainer. From now to late summer nests are vital. Get rid of the tree nets. If contractors want to kill trees to build houses then at least wait until the birds move on – besides there are thousands of empty shops in High Streets all over the place that could be converted to homes cheaper, quicker and easier than building new homes. 

EVERYTHING & NOTHING

Have you heard the word out on the street?

That there’s always a victory in a defeat

Cold comfort on an angry grey cloud day

A sap stained pavement’s tree blood cabaret

 

Who killed the goose that laid the golden eggs?

Who drunk from The River of Life and left the dregs?

The writings on the wall I hear you say

You must be joking, woodlands never live to fight another day

 

Can you show me how what you stand for is not a crime?

In words that I can sing that mostly rhyme

I’ll write you a ballad you’ll never get to hear

I’ll click my fingers and make the whole world disappear

 

Next, ‘A Life’ from my ‘Dream Rescuer’ album. I’ve decided that this number will always be in praise of trees;

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BABY MOONBEAM’S MUM

CUSHION4‘To the dark side of this mirror’ by Zoolon

The bus broke down halfway up the mountainside. The driver got the bonnet open. Steam came out. Even though he had a box of spanners he told us there was nothing he could do. He didn’t know when help would come because his mobile couldn’t get a signal.

Sat on the back seat of the bus alone was a mother feeding her baby. The big-headed bloke in the suit carrying a briefcase told her doing it in public was disgusting, just before he and his underlings, also in suits carrying briefcases, left the bus to do a bit of motivational team building at the top of the mountain.

After that the bloke with the posh voice in a fluorescent padded waterproof jacket with a hood, told the mum feeding the baby that she looked beautiful. Once he’d said that he and his mates, also in fluorescent padded waterproof jackets with hoods left the bus. I heard one of them say they had to leave as they were chasing avalanches.

That left just me, the bus driver with the box of spanners and a blind bloke who’d lost his walking stick because he couldn’t see where he left it. The three of us decided to stay with the mother feeding her baby because it didn’t seem right leaving her alone. She never told me her name but the baby was called Moonbeam.

After a long wait, a man dressed as a woman, leading a donkey knocked on the bus window to attract my attention. He said I could have the donkey as he was worried about keeping it any longer. I asked him why he was worried about keeping a donkey. He answered that it was because of the full moon tonight. Told me he turned into a werewolf on full moon’s and it was a certainty that if he kept his donkey he’d end up eating it raw come midnight. The donkey was called Ant.

He seemed pleased when I said I’d take Ant off his hands so that the mother still feeding her baby could sit on its back and me, the driver and the blindman could walk her back down the hill to somewhere safe. The werewolf, at the moment just a man dressed as a woman, was good with that.

Just before we said our goodbyes I told him that if he got peckish later on there was a big-headed bloke and his mates somewhere near the top of the mountain. He thanked me.

We got the mother, still feeding her baby, back home safe. She invited us in for a cup of tea. I had tap water as I don’t drink tea.

Moonbeam’s mum, still feeding baby Moonbeam, asked me if she was allowed to tell her own mum, her granddad and the lady who lived next door, that she’d been rescued from halfway up the mountain rather than say she’d just had a donkey ride home. I said if she thought about it she had been rescued. She said, “Cool.” I told her Moonbeam could keep Ant, but she might want to give him a more credible name. She said, “Neat.”

I meant to tell her she was beautiful like the bloke with the posh voice in a fluorescent padded waterproof jacket with a hood had but I forgot.

The next day I wrote her this song.

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THE BUS STOP & THE CANINE KID

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‘A Chair’ by Someone Who Wanted a Chair

This is a 100% true. Just up from where I live there’s a road that I’m beginning to think is in another dimension in time and space. A big concept to take in.  I’ll explain. The road in question leads out of town into the countryside behind the cliffs. It has an all-important bus stop there and I think the bus stop is somehow the key that unlocks the way in and out of this ‘other dimension’.

Take yesterday, I’m driving along and by that bus stop I see a young mother holding at her breast in a kind of cuddling, yet keeping safe maternal type pose, a small white Yorkshire terrier. Nothing particularly unusual in that? I guess not, yet all the while she’s carrying the mini dog she has a little kid, a girl who has no canine-like features, just a regular kid – about 2-3 years old I reckon – on a dog lead. True! A kid on a dog lead! How opposite to all we’ve come to know and understand is that. So, odd as it’s the other way around in my dimension. I got to wondering if when the kid gets a treat is it a normal biscuit or a dog biscuit? After that I had a flood of random thoughts hit me, too many to deal with in one go.

Anyhow, that got me thinking in a ‘putting 2 + 2 together’ way. You see, just last week at the same bus stop I saw this local, by all accounts, totally blind man who I hear is a really good bloke everyone likes and it’s a real a shame he’s got the eyesight of a bat – although I don’t personally know him – resting one hand on his white walking stick and with the other hand he’s got open an AA Map Book that he’s totally engrossed reading like he isn’t blind! Maybe, he gets to see things in that ‘other place’ the other side of the bus stop and just had a bit of a residual sight when he entered back into our world? Who knows.

Obviously, I need to investigate some more, but something is going on, I’m sure of that. I’m just glad I’ve got a car and don’t have to take the bus out of town.

I’m now wondering if it’s the bus itself I should be focusing on, more than the bus stop. If I go missing having risked a bus journey, you’ll all know where I am and hopefully you will send out a rescue party into time and space.

zoolon other place‘Zoolon Through the Bus Stop’ by Zoolon

Now for some music. An instrumental piece I composed called ‘Time Out’. It has that other dimension in time and space feel.

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AN AFTERMATH & A PHOBIA

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When I discovered it in the fridge I thought, ‘Brilliant, it may look like it’s been in the hands of a sculptor whose polished it a bit, but it’s a proper French croissant and it’s mine all mine’. The first clue that it wasn’t a croissant came when I picked it up and it weighed about what 20 sacks of croissants would weigh. So odd. The thing was, apart from the weight, there was also the smell – nothing like the magical scent of a croissant. I’ve checked it out and it’s called Oscypek (that word reads like it’s a kind of wild bird that has a habit of biting Australians), a surreal smoked cheese made of salted sheep milk from the Tatra Mountains of Poland. As cheese goes I’m sure it’s a really great cheese yet looking at it worries me. It has a certain presence that makes me uncomfortable. Odder, odd. Later a mate told me I must have ‘Taurophobia’. I hadn’t a clue what that was but found out it’s a fear of cheese. I hope not as my dinner tonight is a favourite of mine, macaroni cheese.

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Anyway, I’ve been writing about turning ‘poems into songs’ recently (if you’re interested, see the link at the top of the page). I thought I’d reverse the process and try to convert one of my own lyrics to poetry and give it a new title;

THE AFTERMATH OF THE ‘BIG ONE’

Stars instead of streetlights

Two moons instead of one

Touch the edge of heaven

Give breath to a dying Sun

After the blaze of glory

Comes the flickering light

What’s left has no shadow

No vultures in flight

Take off this mask

See how it burns

In the game of Russian roulette

A weapon now rests at your temple,

Your time on the trigger just drags

Take off this mask

See how it burns

Give breath to a dying Sun

Don’t blink, smile or hide

Please, whatever you are or might have been

Or maybe will be, maybe not, just

Give breath to a dying Sun

Like I’ve always said, writing a poem is harder than writing a lyric!  Music time. Here’s a short collection of my songs just posted on ReverbNation. I’m testing ReverbNation out in terms of another promotion source for my stuff. I’ll see how it goes. I hope you enjoy listening.

If you want to buy either of my two latest albums, ‘Rainbows End’ or ‘Dream Rescuer’ the link is via the cover art on this page.

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OLDER AND WISER

TURNING A POEM INTO A SONG

I recently had the privilege to be commissioned by the gifted poet, lovely lady and WordPress blogger, Vivian Zems, to turn one of her poems she’d written called ‘Older and Wiser’ into a song. Vivian decided on the genre for the composition and that was all I required. I got to work on this collaboration project and not long after I sent Vivian her completed song. I was well and truly chuffed to bits when she told me just how much she loved the final product. Since then Vivian has produced a brilliant music video to accompany her song (see/hear above vid).  Vivian’s blog can be found at https://smellthecoffeeweb.blog/ and I strongly recommend a visit.  Thank you for the commission, Vivian.

It was back in August 2017 I posted ‘When a Poem Becomes a Song’. The object of the post was to introduce my new, seriously affordable product.  I’d thought for some time that there are some great poets and writers out there on WP who may not be musicians, who would like to see their creations produced as songs. Better still, the songs would become the royalty free property of the writer. I explained in that earlier post (https://zoolonhub.com/2017/08/16/when-a-poem-becomes-a-song/) how the whole process works.

The reason I can produce my material at a cost massively less than others in the market is simply because I handle the whole process myself. I keep my overheads low. There’s no individual fees for a composer, musicians or vocalist hire, studio hire, production, mixing and mastering or other third-party charges involved as I do all the work myself. It is because of this my charges are a tiny fraction of what otherwise would be the case.  To back up my credentials I can advise that I have a 1st Class Degree in Creative Music Technology plus a number of albums (including one of sound art) to my name, plus I play a number of different instruments and work from my own studio – low overheads!  The writer gets to approve the final product before parting with any money.

If anyone out there is interested and wants more information, then simply email me at zoolonaudio@gmail.com and I’ll get back to you.

As another example of how words written by another can become a song, one that ended up on my Dream Rescuer album called ‘Sunlight and the Dust’;

If any of you are tempted to see your work become a song you know where I am.

Happy New Year, Vivian; Happy New Year to everyone.

Zoolon aka George

WHEN A POEM BECOMES A SONG

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I trade both online and offline as Zoolon Hub. I’ve recently added another new product to my business aimed mainly at others in the music industry. However, I thought some of you poets or lyricists out there might (or might not) also be interested in the product – especially so if you are not a musician.

 
Perhaps I should explain. This new product is one whereby I can put your work to music in a variety of very affordable ways.

 
Simply email me on zoolonaudio@gmail.com with your words and ideas and I will compose anything from a melody for you to take away and add the voice yourself or if you want, I’ll turn it into a complete mixed and mastered song – and all stations in between. Basically, you tell me what you want and I’ll produce it for you, the bonus being if you’re not happy with the basic, initial melody there is nothing to pay. If you are happy and want me to progress with the project then you will find my charges very reasonable and importantly, your poem/lyric aside, the rest will be entirely down to me. No composer, musicians or vocalist hire, studio hire, production, mixing and mastering or other third-party charges involved as I do all the work myself. Because of this, my charges are a tiny fraction of what otherwise would be the case.

 
An example of my work? Here’s a song from my album, ‘Dream Rescuer’. The lyric I worked with is from a poem, ‘Sunlight & The Dust’ by Mike Steeden.

 

It might help to explain a little about my pedigree insofar as music is concerned. I have a BA (Hons) First Class Degree (1st) in Creative Music Technology; a complete working knowledge of various music software such as MAX/MSP, Logic, Reason, Bitwig, Ableton Live etc.; I play a number of different instruments, have established skills in terms of the production of Sound Art, the composition of lyrics and melody, plus the mixing and mastering of music.

Regular songs aside, here’s a few examples from YouTube of some of the things I play around with.

 

 

If you’ve got this far down the page you may be wondering about the dreaded ‘royalty’ aspect. In this regard, and at no charge beyond the initial agreed fee it is simply a subject open to negotiation. If say, you send me your own melody in a ‘dum-dee-dum’ type self-recorded format and I simply put it to guitar then what you get back is an entirely royalty free piece of music that belongs to you.

Generally, if you go for the whole shebang – as in me creating a complete song from your poem/lyric –  and decide to market it, and (if only!) it goes on to make a bucket full of money then any royalties over and above your marketing and other reasonable costs would be shared 50/50 and an agreement in place covering that. With a complete song, or any melody for that matter, it is important for you to understand that I would undertake never to use the melody or the song I have produced for you ever again, anywhere, anytime, anyplace unless you’ve specifically asked me to do so.

Lastly, sometimes (rarely) it may be the case that I feel a specific poem is not one I can work with and do you proud. If that is the case I’d let you know at the outset.

 

 

PAIN (aka LOVE’S SHADOW)

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I think every album is allowed one simple acoustic number, so long as the lyric has a true meaning. This song called ‘Pain’ from my ‘Dream Rescuer’ album has a lyric that is personal to me and has such a true meaning. Written it just a few moments on a day I’ll always remember. It sat in the locker for three years until it decided it was ready to be aired. I hope you like it.

 

The nights are getting longer

Your days are drawing in

You lost the dice roll this time

In a game you could never win

 

Guilt is loves shadow yet we never forget

From the corner of my eye your silhouette

It was your time and my tears feel like rain

I traded my grief to end all your pain

 

The game is now over

I’m glad that we played

The wounded heart full of sorrow

Nothing betrayed

 

Now its official

Now it’s no dream

Always remember nothing is as it seems

It was your time

This short songs for you

To help ease this

Pain 

If you like the song, maybe you’d like to buy the album. You can listen to the whole album without charge at;

https://zoolon.bandcamp.com/album/dream-rescuer

It costs just £5 (plus VAT; i.e. £6 in the UK) or the equivalent in whatever currency you use. If you do buy and feel able to post a review on Bandcamp, that would be most helpful.

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A POEM BECOMES A LYRIC

Here’s a track from my new album, ‘Dream Rescuer’. The song is called ‘Sunlight & The Dust” and is adapted from a poem by my father, Mike Steeden.  I’ve never used the words of others when composing before, yet I thought this poem would not find the journey to the Land of Lyrics too troublesome. I hope you like it. The album itself you can find on Bandcamp, where you can listen for free, yet if you find you like what you hear, then the option to buy is available.

https://zoolon.bandcamp.com/album/dream-rescuer

Also, if you fancy a visit, the Zoolon Audio website it is at www.zoolonaudio.com

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THE DREAM RESCUER

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(The coast of France seen from Dover Harbour, England a couple of days ago. It was hard keeping the camera still in the wind hence the focus is a bit like it)

THE DREAM RESCUER

You rescued dreams and nightmare’s schemes,

Spinning around inside your head,

You kept them in your diary,

A book you said you never read,

Come morning, come broad daylight,

At rainbows end you wept,

Was it the red fox, or the Bengal tiger,

Who stole the dreams you’d kept?

Frozen words and red balloons,

Evaporating in thin air,

Lost in time, not kissed goodbye,

The dream you dared to dare.

Someone with loads more brain cells than I’ll ever have told me that she didn’t mind me working with the prompt she inspired, namely the title ‘The Dream Rescuer’.  I hope there’s a song to come out of this one day soon.

Time for a song? Why not. This one is called ‘Rebirth’ and I made this a while ago, in just a few days using my Ableton push and guitar after suffering a year and a half of block on the composition front. If I was writing it again it might turn out a little different but that didn’t matter at the time, I was just pleased to have written something, anything. This one means a lot to me in that it gave way to a new dawn; a better place. Hope you enjoy.

https://soundcloud.com/zoolon/rebirth

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NO ‘SONG OF LOVE’ TODAY

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(written following the tragic events in London yesterday, a diary entry, not a poem or lyric)

Wearing headphones on a windy, rainy afternoon,

Safe, warm, tickling a keyboard and lost in composition,

Just trying to conjure up a new ‘song of love’ to sing,

While outside, and far away from here, in The Smoke,

Another lost conjurer, this one composing a ‘song of hate’,

A steering wheel for a magic ring, a knife as a magic wand,

He got to sing out loud his melody of hate, cast his evil spell,

Leaving the good and innocent dead, dying or maimed for life,

I wish I’d kept my headphones on, no more songs of love today.

Also, I think I’ve posted this short piece of music before. It’s called ‘A Life’. Somehow, after yesterday, it seems to have found a purpose.

 

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