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<p>Morning Everyone!</p><p>My apologies on reviews lately! Since the arrival of the baby we have had relatives in town for the last two weeks. Our schedules are slowly returning to normal so i should be back to doing reviews by this weekend, Besides Reaper is catching up to me 
.</p><p>Have a great day everyone! </p><p>Dazed </p><p> </p>
Something new for me- contributing lyric on a work ...but NOT singing.
If you'll go to :
http://www.imusicscene.com/saladin_de_tolosa/
Master Saladin's page, you'll find a tune called "Sight" -
As some of you know, time has been in short supply for me of late - so I haven't done much new recording - BUT , all Saladin asked for was lyric , and I had a poem sitting around that worked for him. I'm delighted with the result. He took the words and with his choice of music and beat - made it more positive and more heart-felt than I could have hoped for . So - please head over to his page and see what you think of my story of a man who finds a woman who can no longer see - sees him best, and gives him a new outlook on his world as well.
Thanks !
best -
FocusPlayer ( Michael Nunley)
Sometimes your emotions just turn you inside out.
This is a WIP - I've been lacking inspiration lately and have finally found the space to get something out of my system.
http://www.imusicscene.com/robert_smith/audio.php
for appreciators of funky fusion with bebop sophistication and clean jazz guitar.. robin's fine track featuring him on bass was a fun return to playing over changes for me.. a former jazz and bebop guitarist.. (not to mention jimi lol).. thanks for listening.. JAZZ FOR PEACE..
Greetings IMS music lovers & friends
Maddness Full Length Video is now uploaded for you to view.
Featuring Harley Van Kirck on vocals
If you like Geoff Tates vocals you will love Harleys Vocals
Steph Klish on all guitars ,bass.
The sound track will be changed for this video as we are in the studio at this time fine mixing .
The Video Is a dark mind set for the song which is all about withdrawing in side yourself because you have given up an because the saddness in your life which made you num and to the point of Maddness
Give me a shout to let Harley & i if you like the Video an song Maddness
Thanks my friends
Steph Klish
I dunno what to say here other than eachtime i hear the word BLOG i think of me after eating too much mexican food....which is strange in itself because i never eat mexican food...a paradox inside a paradigm...jumping outta the ole pandora's box/blog...who is pandora anyway and what is she doing hiding enigmatic sheeit in her um blogbox??
as you can see this post has opened up more than the original question ever bargained on.
i need to attend my toilette bloggette now and powder the cheeks....and do things that are not suitable for a blogger of my station in life.
Kindest and sincere regrets that yu had to read all that GUFF
peeta charlie beige
My maternal grandparents were two amazing people, but they both passed away just recently.
My grandfather...
...started as a muskrat trapper, later became a logger, and finally bought some land in Colorado and became a farmer. When he was a logger, he worked in the redwoods, and felled some incredible trees. I have a picture of him cutting through a tree trunk with a diameter bigger than my apartment's living room.
My grandmother truly had the heart of a servant. She collected strawberries, and it seemed like everything in the kitchen had a strawberry on it. During meals, we'd all try to get her to sit down, but she was invariably popping up to get refills and seconds for everyone.
They'll both be missed terribly, but I'm glad they've gone to a place without suffering.
Hey folks! I don't know about you, but I've had about all the winter I want.
I wrote a new tune for all my friends with cabin fever, I promise it will make you feel better!
It's called "Summer Come"
Summer Come
It won't be long!!!!!!!!!
:D
FInally added female vocals to STAY IN MY ARMS.
Much better. Check it out.
--Z
<a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q278/al_pckr/passenger.jpg" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" border="0"></a><br><br><font size="3"><br>Since 1999 I have been in the Australian Music and Poetry Band "Dingo's Breakfast". I originally started out playing keyboards but switched to mandolin and dobro (and my son Corrin took over the keyboards role).<br>These days "Dingos" just get together to play specific gigs and the line-up is quite fluid. Corrin often now plays mandolin as I live quite some distance from the rest of the band and don't play on some gigs.<br>"Woolshed Dances" are one of the fortes of the band and over the years this has taken us to some pretty unusual gigs - here is just one of them. </font><p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3">Glenelg Rock Narembeen: </font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3">We set out early in two cars to travel the 175 miles to Narembeen. On arrival we were told that the dance was not in the Town Hall as we'd been told but to be held in the open air a "few" miles out of town.<br>"You go down that road a bit until you come to a "T" junction and then you turn left".....<br>So we went down that road about 25 miles!.....<br>"Then you go up that road a bit until you come to a dirt road".....<br>5 more miles.....<br>"Then you follow the dirt road for a bit until you come to a big granite rock".....<br>Another 5 miles.....<br>"And then you're there"<br>It was a huge granite outcrop about 50 ft high and several acres in area. At the bottom was parked a semi with a flatbed trailer. The stage. A hundred yards or so away was parked another truck with a generator on it. The power. No people.<br>Anyway we set up and did a soundcheck. Still no people.<br>It got dark.....<br>And then down the dirt road came a procession of more than a hundred headlights. The entire population of the little town of Narembeen was coming to the dance.<br>With the dust from a hundred cars still in the air we launched into our first set. At first only the women and children danced while the men stood in the shadows beyond the lighting and drank beer.....<br>Now the dust of a hundred cars AND two hundred pairs of dancing feet was in the air.....<br>The first set over, we gathered around the BBQ for some dinner.....<br>Then into the second set. The beer was starting to take effect and several of the braver men joined the dancing. The dust grew thicker. By now the audience was just a dusty haze.....<br>The second set over, WE gathered round and drank some beer.....<br>Now it was the last set and everybody was dancing. The dust was so thick we couldn't see each other, let alone the audience.<br>Finally around midnight the dance was over and the 100 car convoy departed for the 30 mile trip back to town. As the dust cloud settled we packed up and set out on our 225 mile return trip.<br>One of the cars ran out of petrol. They had to camp the night.<br>In the leading car we didn't know about their problem. We were listening to Pink Floyd.....<br> Almost 24 hours after setting out we returned home.</font></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><font size="3"> </font></p>