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Song Of The Month Club - November 2017

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  • @studs1966 said:
    Same acapella, but different two different styles of music(remixing my own stuff really).

    This one I did, I wanted to sound 1980's smooches stuff (reminding of the days of old, when I went to infamous "Cinatras" nightclub, or another name for it was "Sin City" my regular haunt..... In Croydon, South London, in the 1980's/90's.... Think we called it, "Pull A Pig Night!".... Those were the days)...... :D

    The second, is my Disco Remix of it........ Enjoy guys....... ;)

    Nice work on these - very different vibes between the two mixes. I think this is my favorite of the tracks I've heard from you. Very smooth mixes, and easy to listen to. I'm not sure which I prefer, probably the first one at home, and the second in the club. cheers!

  • @JeffChasteen said:
    A brief instrumental dedicated to the worst father in American Literature.
    Galileo, iGrand, acousticguitar, electricslideguitar, Tonestack

    I liked this a lot. Well written tune. I can definitely hear some melancholy lyrics being sung over this. As an instrumental, there is enough going on to hold my interest, which is rare, for me, with instrumentals. The mix levels and instruments all work well together. If I had to make a suggestion, it would be to use the stereo field a little more. It sounds like most things are pretty close to being panned in the center. I think there are enough voices here to support some hard panning to give some of them their own space. just a thought... nice work!

  • @Shaken&;Stirred
    Thanks for the listen and kind words!
    I can see what you’re saying about hitting the hooks home, but I went for the less is more approach and I wanted an outtro.

  • A bit not-late this month.

    Did a Bob Dylan cover with a free translation to Portuguese.

    Hey @Bluepunk , I sing. Woot?

    Original Lyrics:

    Hollis Brown
    He lived on the outside of town
    Hollis Brown
    He lived on the outside of town
    With his wife and five children
    And his cabin fallin' down
    You looked for work and money
    And you walked a rugged mile
    You looked for work and money
    And you walked a rugged mile
    Your children are so hungry
    That they don't know how to smile
    Your baby's eyes look crazy
    They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
    Your baby's eyes look crazy
    They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
    You walk the floor and wonder why
    With every breath you breathe
    The rats have got your flour
    Bad blood it got your mare
    The rats have got your flour
    Bad blood it got your mare
    If there's anyone that knows
    Is there anyone that cares?
    You prayed to the Lord above
    Oh please send you a friend
    You prayed to the Lord above
    Oh please send you a friend
    Your empty pockets tell yuh
    That you ain't a-got no friend
    Your babies are crying louder
    It's pounding on your brain
    Your babies are crying louder
    It's pounding on your brain
    Your wife's screams are stabbin' you
    Like the dirty drivin' rain
    Your grass it is turning black
    There's no water in your well
    Your grass is turning black
    There's no water in your well
    You spent your last lone dollar
    On seven shotgun shells
    Way out in the wilderness
    A cold coyote calls
    Way out in the wilderness
    A cold coyote calls
    Your eyes fix on the shotgun
    That's hangin' on the wall
    Your brain is a-bleedin'
    And your legs can't seem to stand
    Your brain is a-bleedin'
    And your legs can't seem to stand
    Your eyes fix on the shotgun
    That you're holdin' in your hand
    There's seven breezes a-blowin'
    All around the cabin door
    There's seven breezes a-blowin'
    All around the cabin door
    Seven shots ring out
    Like the ocean's pounding roar
    There's seven people dead
    On a South Dakota farm
    There's seven people dead
    On a South Dakota farm
    Somewhere in the distance
    There's seven new people born

    Later I'll come back to give you wonderful people my feedback.

    Cheers.

  • @Retzilience im having a hard time distinquishing the vocals theres alot of fighting for space . you might want to not compress it as much and less delay. either way i wouldnt understand it

  • @Retzilience said:
    A bit not-late this month.

    Did a Bob Dylan cover with a free translation to Portuguese.

    Hey @Bluepunk , I sing. Woot?

    And the headline on the front page of this mornings ‘Sunday Times at The Club’ shall reflect this (come on Gaffer, the boys on bikes with bags are waiting to deliver). Know nothing of this bloke called Bob so no cover over here. Congratulations crooner. :)

  • @Retzilience said:
    A bit not-late this month.

    Did a Bob Dylan cover with a free translation to Portuguese.

    Hey @Bluepunk , I sing. Woot?

    Original Lyrics:

    Hollis Brown
    He lived on the outside of town
    Hollis Brown
    He lived on the outside of town
    With his wife and five children
    And his cabin fallin' down
    You looked for work and money
    And you walked a rugged mile
    You looked for work and money
    And you walked a rugged mile
    Your children are so hungry
    That they don't know how to smile
    Your baby's eyes look crazy
    They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
    Your baby's eyes look crazy
    They're a-tuggin' at your sleeve
    You walk the floor and wonder why
    With every breath you breathe
    The rats have got your flour
    Bad blood it got your mare
    The rats have got your flour
    Bad blood it got your mare
    If there's anyone that knows
    Is there anyone that cares?
    You prayed to the Lord above
    Oh please send you a friend
    You prayed to the Lord above
    Oh please send you a friend
    Your empty pockets tell yuh
    That you ain't a-got no friend
    Your babies are crying louder
    It's pounding on your brain
    Your babies are crying louder
    It's pounding on your brain
    Your wife's screams are stabbin' you
    Like the dirty drivin' rain
    Your grass it is turning black
    There's no water in your well
    Your grass is turning black
    There's no water in your well
    You spent your last lone dollar
    On seven shotgun shells
    Way out in the wilderness
    A cold coyote calls
    Way out in the wilderness
    A cold coyote calls
    Your eyes fix on the shotgun
    That's hangin' on the wall
    Your brain is a-bleedin'
    And your legs can't seem to stand
    Your brain is a-bleedin'
    And your legs can't seem to stand
    Your eyes fix on the shotgun
    That you're holdin' in your hand
    There's seven breezes a-blowin'
    All around the cabin door
    There's seven breezes a-blowin'
    All around the cabin door
    Seven shots ring out
    Like the ocean's pounding roar
    There's seven people dead
    On a South Dakota farm
    There's seven people dead
    On a South Dakota farm
    Somewhere in the distance
    There's seven new people born

    Later I'll come back to give you wonderful people my feedback.

    Cheers.

    Unique track. Maybe needs the vocals to be brought a bit more forward in the mix, & the rhythm too(a bit more brighter?)...... The guitars section seem to drown out both to my ears........ But well done none the less. ;)

  • Encouragement:

    Work on a good piece of writing proceeds on three levels: a musical one, where it is composed; an architectural one, where it is constructed and, finally, a textile one, where it is woven. (Walter Benjamin)

  • @JohnnyGoodyear said:
    Encouragement:

    Work on a good piece of writing proceeds on three levels: a musical one, where it is composed; an architectural one, where it is constructed and, finally, a textile one, where it is woven. (Walter Benjamin)

    Good one! Happily, I'm at the loom for this month but the clock is ticking...

  • @Joel75, very cool tune. That’s a bugger of a melody to sing, she does a great job of it. Very neat arrangement, love the instrumental combo in it.

  • @JohnnyGoodyear , what a great moody tune. Love the arrangement, that change at about the 1 minute mark is to die for. Channeling that smoke nightclub jazz vocal sound. Great tune.

  • @Tarekith, great groove, mix and sounds. I was just getting to the point where I was going to start typing, “you need to change it up,” when you changed it up. Very nicely done. Would make some great movie music.

  • @theconnactic, I love the way you change it up throughout this one. Love the one insane little guitar break over space there. Great ending as well.

  • @trackedout, nice bit of retro rock and roll. Sounds a bit like the Jets there. I think your vocal needs to come up in the mix however. The low reverb on it is a nice effect, but I’m wondering if maybe it would have been a bit better fix with it. And love that dirty, dirty bass.

  • @Shaken&;Stirred, punk and rap mixed up as one. Great tune, and mix. I actually like the rap part best; you could some more of that.

  • @Bartlinux, that’s a frantic little piece. Not my cup of tea, but man, the arrangement and sampling is pretty cool. Some nice change ups throughout.

  • @JeffChasteen, nicely recorded and mixed. Felt like it needed something more, not quite enough for me to stand alone. Could really of course use a strong melody and some vocals.

  • @Tarekith , did you post two songs this month? Just listened to Dandelion Nights. What a tune. Just a great overall feel and mix to it. As Studs said, a glass of wine, the feet up, and, yah.

  • @studs1966 , imaculate as always. That vocal, wow. Great mix. Not sure what you ahve going in the background in parts, almost sounds like water? Great layer.

  • @DefRobot, bit of late 60s/early 70s in there. Great tune, feel, mix. I like your voice more in the parts where you’re cutting loose a bit more. A nice screaming guitar solo would have been nice over the end, as well.

  • @rickwaugh said:
    @Tarekith , did you post two songs this month? Just listened to Dandelion Nights. What a tune. Just a great overall feel and mix to it. As Studs said, a glass of wine, the feet up, and, yah.

    Oops, forgot I posted the first track earlier this month, sorry about that. Glad you liked the track though, thanks for the listen and comments.

  • @Shaken&;Stirred said:

    @JeffChasteen said:
    A brief instrumental dedicated to the worst father in American Literature.
    Galileo, iGrand, acousticguitar, electricslideguitar, Tonestack

    I liked this a lot. Well written tune. I can definitely hear some melancholy lyrics being sung over this. As an instrumental, there is enough going on to hold my interest, which is rare, for me, with instrumentals. The mix levels and instruments all work well together. If I had to make a suggestion, it would be to use the stereo field a little more. It sounds like most things are pretty close to being panned in the center. I think there are enough voices here to support some hard panning to give some of them their own space. just a thought... nice work!

    Thanks for listening and your kind words. I usually go a little panning crazy, and think I may have overcompensated on this one and gone a bit too Quaker :)
    I'm really glad you enjoyed it.

  • @Retzilience, an interesting track, but I'd have to agree with the comments on the mix. It's quite dense, and I don't get the feeling that everything is occupying its own space. There's no relief from it either, from start to end, could use a bit of a break at some point.

  • Don’t know if we have any canoeists still with us? A few less than in May if they purchased a canoe from ‘A Van’ anywhere in the UK last summer. Oh well. Your loss helped out a couple of dogs so not all Tears in Towcester. ‘A van’ deserved a good send off, so at the funeral this wee tribute to it sputtered from its smouldering rad/cas player. Guitarism and...yeah, yeah.

    Problems. Stress. With no insurance why don’t they care for dogs on the NHS.
    Needs must to earn a second crust delivering Canoes and other stuff.
    The boss gave me a budget of around five grand
    to spend at the kennels on a posh, low mileage Van.
    Didn’t spend a penny, got one for free.
    The wreck on its in the corner with the sad look and complicated Service History.
    Battered. Rusted. Enamoured. Maladjusted. Blooded. Right up my street.
    When his one Black cracked eye winked
    No chavvy pearly-essant paints.
    Know what type of oil it takes.

    Chorus:
    Had to get a rash to make some extra cash for my dogs this summer.
    Spring deficient seat, half an abacus up your cleat, Oh my poor, sore bum.
    Windows that won’t close so The Damned New Rose is heard by every luck passer by.
    Foot through the floor up and down the M4, this cab is kind of where I want to die.

    Relaxed axle a wobbly severed dactyl
    Drags along the road scraping up dead toads.
    Smoking and a blazing like a loose stoned power station
    Fumes giving cancer to everyone in Hampshire.
    Pollution Nuisance N.O.T. M.O.T
    Six odd tyres, no cry wipers.
    On the payroll. Protected info. Precious cargo. Missing a bar code.

    Chorus.

    This Van is not tall been cut and shut a few times.
    Mat Black skin and Devil Black eyes.
    Full girth in attitude and manners
    Although not at the lights in Marlborough. Lost it with a much ruder Porsche.

    Gave it some hammer and it gave me it back chat.
    Springs woke up in Woking and nailed me to the roof in Crewe.
    Revenge of the Transit, appeared in this months Lancet.
    Compressed my neck into a turtleneck.
    Mister Blue said I am a corkscrew.

    Chorus/outro.

  • @Bluepunk I'm telling you, these pieces are a slice of time that the future needs to know about. Capsules into space sort of thing. Mike Leigh and a certain real world. AND this is the best impossible couplet for its subject:

    Fumes giving cancer
    to everyone in Hampshire.

    What a rhyme. All I can think is "Ok Mister Larkin, you can fuck off now thank you."

    I can't remember the name of the bloke now (been out of England too long) but there is/was that chap (got his break on That's Life?) who sang rhymed pieces in a cod-folk style and a lugubrious low (west country?) drawl. Memory is gone, but he had a short cowboy's name (maybe). Single syllables? The opposite of punk noise, but I'd like to hear him do this one, just so you could kill him.

    In Memory of a Transit Van indeed, and most of us of a certain age have memories of them (or in the back of them anyway...).

  • I've been away from iOS so its been awhile since I posted... loosely iOS related, but I wrote this one on a flight from LA to Memphis in one session on Korg Gadget iPad. Got home, exported it to Gadget for Mac / Ableton Live. Replaced all the synth sounds with my very meager Eurorack (a Moog Mother 32 and a few other modules). Great workflow between iPad to Ableton to hardware!

  • @JohnnyGoodyear said:
    I was thinking about an equation, of how much we're loved and in turn how much we love others. The unbalanced book of it all. When a woman died a while back who'd loved me more than anyone else, obsessively, even ridiculously, I got to feeling that there had been a significant withdrawal somewhere in some forgotten account. One that could never now be replaced or made good. Mathematics is a bastard.

    Mathematics

    I'm in a hotel room
    got no money worth stealing
    might not ever see you again
    I won't forget that first feeling

    there's always just one girl
    in any one life
    rarely is she your sister
    only sometimes is she your wife

    I never thought it would end this way
    when I met her at the start
    mathematics is a bastard
    and then it breaks your heart

    the one that loved you more
    than any one will do
    despite your flaws
    her heart was full for you

    and the years they carry on now
    and the time it goes on by
    and somewhere down the line
    life causes her to die

    I never thought it would end this way
    when I met her at the start
    mathematics is a bastard
    and then it breaks your heart

    you'll be living elsewhere then
    in a different suburban story
    convinced as to your purpose
    despite your lack of glory

    and you'll hear that she's departed
    and you feel just a little sad
    but your balance is disturbed
    by the opposite of add

    I never thought it would end this way
    when I met her at the start
    mathematics is a bastard
    then it breaks your heart

    the equation of my existence
    has been thrown all out of whack
    and what I took for granted
    can never be taken back

    I never thought it would end this way
    when I met her at the start
    mathematics is a bastard
    and then it breaks your heart

    I dig the "juicy" sounding electric piano (is that a fair description??). Nice mellow vibe and the pick up with the more straight drum beat comes at just the right time. Cool lyrics.

  • @Tarekith said:
    http://tarekith.com/mp3s/Tarekith-InFathoms.m4a

    Started out as jam on Groovebox, and after exporting into Ableton Live for arranging and overdubs from other gear, became a nice flowy bit of energy.

    Nice sci-fi analog synth swooshes... the hi-fi sounds good to my ears.

  • @theconnactic said:
    This is my entry for this month. I know, I already posted it in an individual topic, but this was only because the November SOTM topic wasn't ready. Enjoy!

    Cool video, showcases your multi-instrumentalism. I like the classical guitar parts.

  • @JohnnyGoodyear said:
    @Bluepunk I'm telling you, these pieces are a slice of time that the future needs to know about. Capsules into space sort of thing. Mike Leigh and a certain real world. AND this is the best impossible couplet for its subject:

    Fumes giving cancer
    to everyone in Hampshire.

    What a rhyme. All I can think is "Ok Mister Larkin, you can fuck off now thank you."

    I can't remember the name of the bloke now (been out of England too long) but there is/was that chap (got his break on That's Life?) who sang rhymed pieces in a cod-folk style and a lugubrious low (west country?) drawl. Memory is gone, but he had a short cowboy's name (maybe). Single syllables? The opposite of punk noise, but I'd like to hear him do this one, just so you could kill him.

    In Memory of a Transit Van indeed, and most of us of a certain age have memories of them (or in the back of them anyway...).

    Thank you. “Ok Mister Larkin, you can fuck off now” is a must for the gravestone and shall be pre-ordered from the Co-op tomorrow. Most West Country folk surf, but turning a blind eye to the fact they are log murderers (and only to find this bloke) is it Jethro?

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