DIFFERENT DAYS, DIFFERENT TIMES & MUSIC TO THINK BY

DOVER CASTLE (2)

‘Castle on the Cliffs’


Today I’m running with samples of music matched with scenes from my home town. The music is taken from Volumes 1 & 2 of my Guitar Jam Backing Tracks albums, each album running for around 3 hours. You don’t have to be a musician to get something out of these tracks because they cover a whole mass of different moods to write or think by as well. You can download these albums for a small fee at BANDCAMP

Anyhow, I hope you enjoy this selection of instrumentals and photos.


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‘View of a farm from the edge of the forest’


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‘The other way around’


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‘Time to sneeze’ 


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‘The hour when the ship comes in’ * Dylan 


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DEAD MAN’S TEETH

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‘Sink or Swim?’ by Zoolon


DEAD MAN’S TEETH


You’ve got the jump on life for once
You’ve got a head start just this time
Victory can taste sweet
If the victory’s not mine


You were a rabbit in the headlights
A lost soul out at sea
Staring at the abyss
Afraid of mystery


There’s a headstone in the graveyard
Sailor’s bones rotting underneath
They say the last bit to degrade
Are the dead man’s teeth


You’re swimming in salty water
Not drowning anymore
You hold your breath and dive again
You lose touch with the shore


You couldn’t face that yesterday
Thought tomorrow wasn’t real
Now you touch the starfish
No longer an ordeal


Once you sat upon the rocks
The oceans all you saw
The magic of the in between
Don’t matter anymore


There’s a headstone in the graveyard
Sailor’s bones rotting underneath
They say the last bit to degrade
Are the dead man’s teeth


You’re chasing the white horses
At the dizzy whirlpool’s end
Who you’ll meet at heaven’s gate
You guess won’t be a friend


You’re in uncharted waters
You’re journeying out to sea
Following the North Star
The curious mermaid – and maybe me – maybe me


Time for ‘Time Out’ from my Dream Rescuer Album. I hope you enjoy;

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SEAGULLS, CROWS & PIGEONS

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‘Tuesday, 11AM: No Sign of Life’


Unless you’re composing to a specific theme, deciding on a title for an instrumental piece isn’t always easy. The title has to reflect the music. I suppose it’s a bit like naming a kid after its been born. When there’s lyrics there is always a way to find a title. Somewhere in the words or often the title is the thing that creates the lyric. Either way you end up with a title.


Take my ‘The Pigeons Are Switzerland’ title for an instrumental. It even became the title track to one of my albums.  Some people have asked where it came from. I thought it a good idea to explain that here on the blog.


It was evening in early spring this year. A hot day believe it or not. I’d just composed and recorded the music. Sat out in the garden I was listening to the track for just about the hundredth time. I was getting nowhere with the title but then I heard a massive commotion from up in the sky. An army of crows where fighting with a seagull militia. I guess the crows were after the seagull’s eggs.


The thing was that sat on the roof of the house about 30 pigeons, cool and calm and not moving an inch, checking out the bundle going on up in the sky. They were just watching and not getting involved. Like an audience watching a play.


That was the moment I thought to myself that the pigeons were neutral just like Switzerland is when it comes to a war. The massive plus was that the pigeons calm weirdness gave me the feeling that this strange instrumental was theirs to keep. Hence the name, ‘The Pigeons Are Switzerland’.


It’s a shame all countries aren’t neutral when it comes to wars.


Here it is. It’s only 2 mins 18 seconds. You can access the whole album, plus all the rest of my work on BANDCAMP  The instrumental, ‘The Pigeons Are Switzerland’ below. I hope you enjoy;


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BABY MOONBEAM’S MUM

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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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