GEM
~Genuine Electronic Music~
I am Ed Castro, a producer from NYC - I'm constantly evolving, and making music that I hope can inspire, and make some folks believe a bit more in Electronic music.
Click on my Soundcloud and Bandcamp links to listen. There's an array of different styles to get your head into. Comment, follow, and please let me know how I'm doing. You can also contact me at the bottom of the page with any inquiries or thoughts. Thanks!
-Ed
My Bandcamp- My Soundcloud
- My Tumblr Blog
- Debut EP news
- SPECIAL REVIEWS SECTION:
- We Made Contact Reviews
- Pacific Review
- High Surf Reviews
- It's all within Yourself Reviews
- Recommended Artists (in alphabetical order):
- Contact me
- 10th Harmonic - Prog. Rock Genius youngster.
- Archimedes - Eclectic Sounds / Word wizard
- ASM - Pure Eclectic Sounds
- Collecting Pool - Pure Electronic Bliss
- Cyra Morgan - Acoustic Soul
- Dave909 - Dutch Rapper, lyricist, flows like a river.
- Dig Team One - Reason Electronic Producer Fella
- electricfusion - Pure Minimal Mayhem
- Fathergita - Alternative Synthpop with a superb voice..
- Joy Andrews - Creative writer, Awesomely funny lady.
- Harry Henderson - Quirky Acidic Electronic Funk
- Kibeja - Genius Musician
- Kindle - Avant-Garde Genius
- Lexicon Of Contempt - Acoustic Indie Extraordinaire
- MariSela musik - Heart & Soul Music
- Moodwing - Artisan of Sound
- Mr Dodo - Music with a clever sense of humor
- Musical Rain - Electronic Rain storm
- Royal Blue - Cinematic Ambient Bliss
- Soft Enerji - Chilled Electronic master
- ThE AsSocIaTIoN - Music Making Machine
- Translunar - Space Electronic Bliss
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- 10 tracks (51:21)Remixes I have done of other tracks, or of my own tracks. Some were my choices, and some I was asked to. I hardly turn down any requests for remixes, as I enjoy making them and just to see what they could bring out of me. So if there's time, I would have to say yes. :)
Watch this space for future remixes!
Enjoy!
Ed - 12 tracks (1:01:09)Collection of collaborated work between myself & other musicians from different locations on earth, and maybe Outer Space! :)
Watch this space for future collabs!
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“Behold , Here comes the dreamer, let us slay him and we shall see what will become of his dreams”
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Debut EP news
- The Orpheus Saga EP coming soon...as of October 2011.Putting on the finishing touches on this 4 track EP. Track 4 will be a surprise song I'm working on with Jasmine on the vox and guitar.
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SPECIAL REVIEWS SECTION:
- Throughout the years working with Propellerheads software, I've met lots of interesting people. Some of these people I've become so fond of, and we've endured some long lasting relationships through the net. We started a review system a long ago in the Props' forum. Some of us decided to select some songs that caught our attention and began our review process which in turn, became such a time taking task, but fun and intricate nonetheless. We covered quite a few tracks during that period of time, but our busy lives took the best of us and we all went in different directions, but our reviews are still present in the net. So I'm presenting them here on my site, hoping new people will get to read them, and will get to listen to such great music as well.These reviews include honest and detailed song feedback by other musicians from the Propellerheads.se site and from Soundcloud. Reviewers such as David Stuart (Archimedes), and Mark (Soft enerji) are such fine examples of multi-talented artists showcased here in such mastery form.Enjoy the reviews guys and hopefully we will return to make a few more in the near future.Cheers,Ed
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We Made Contact Reviews
Review on "We Made Contact" - Written by Archimedes (David Stuart).
Listen to the track here: http://soundcloud.com/g-e-m/we-made-contact
~Originality~
Last night the sky was clear. It had rained - the wind was incredibly stiff - it cleared the atmosphere. I stood on my deck next to my gardenias and looked straight up into the midnight sky. Even at sea level, I could see millions - billions of stars - and I knew many of them weren't stars at all - but other galaxies. There was the moon - the Kamona that separates us from its dark side in any case. Separating the mix was the blackness of space. "That's where I want to go", I thought to myself. "That's where I want to go - how do I get there - how do I get there without a ship?" I went indoors, fired up my studio, logged on, and there awaiting my arrival was Gem's "We Made Contact". "Hmmm - another prayer answered", I thought. At first - I wasn't sure where his ship would take me - but I was welcomed aboard his craft with a native cry 16 seconds into liftoff - and the vocoded spirit of its pilot told me to strap in for a very cool trip. I did - and it was.
Music can be a magic carpet - Ed has created a lucullan weave of voice, synth, percussion and samples onto his mixing loom and then quilted the effects into a very spacey masterpiece. I'm on my way with this one - riding through nothing and everything at the same time - my attention drawn to the majesty of every instrument in Gem's universe - everything that surrounds me. What is this genre? Swing - no. Jazz - no. Ambient - not really - maybe - sort of. Hip/Trip Hop - don't think so - what do I know - but what the hey - who cares? It's a really great piece of work! Since I can't classify it - doesn't that make it unique? It IS original - it is the piece that has answered my prayer - I'm on my way without a ship! Ed is controlling my vertical - my horizontal - these are the Outer Limits! This is the Twightlight Zone!
~Essence~
Ed went for science fiction - but there's nothing fictional about this. This moves me in substantial ways. It harkens me back to Walter Cronkite at 3am on a weekday morning watching Apollo launches on black and white TV - while hoping I can stay awake for class and girls in the 9th grade. I'm in 1969 with this piece - astonished - gob smacked - first steps on the moon. I'm in a theater in Los Angeles watching 2001 - praying, hoping, lusting for space exploration - hoping I'm one of the lucky ones - to go - to explore - at whatever cost. Ed has captured the essence of science fiction: the origins of science fact! I'm not only interested in the whole track (common problem - stops too soon!) but really enjoy all of his transitions. I really like the vocoder up front and have stopped midway a couple of times just to catch that voice again. I would ask Ed, - please - more vocoded Martian-ease peppered here and there in this track - it's very, very cool!
There's a sample in the middle - starts at about 3:25. Says I might experience some kind of severe trauma - Ed - dude! - still waiting for that severe trauma and yet nothing but pleasure so far! What's with that?
~Production Technique~
Ed has gotten as close as anyone to a professional mix with this. There are no disturbing transients in this piece. He's got voices and textures coming and going everywhere throughout this piece and manages to keep it all together - evenly balanced - really great placement in the field - really great job at maintaining an overall volume even though highs, lows, and mids alternately step up as lead. The other bands fall back into supporting roles - just as they should - and the piece as a whole remains even. As a listener I'm presented a potpourri of sounds - stepping up one at a time while the others never far from reach. It really is like speeding through space dodging in and out of a huge variety of textures, voices, and color. Really well done! Really well done! (yes - and still - twice is not enough).
~Sounds/Samples/Instruments quality~
Okay - so what does he NOT have here? Maybe a flugelhorn or lyre - but I can't be sure. Imagine taking your well stocked spice cabinet and sprinkling a bit of everything into a mortar. That's what this is - but rather than introducing the pestal and smashing everything into a noisy powder, Gem brings the individual pieces up front, says "Here it is!" and then allows it to retreat to the bed - tucks it in securely - and brings something else forward. It's so well produced that I'm satieted and starving for more at the same time. Really well done! (hmmm - de ja vue?)
~Overall Appeal~
I have absolutely no idea what genre this is - and I don't care. This is an awesome piece of musical art and it belongs on my iPod. When I pass - I want everyone to know the whole story - including my yearning for space - I wanted to go - to be there - a race through space - if this is as close as I was able to get - it was close enough. Thank you, Gem! Thank you, Ed!David
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AG858's (Adam) review.
Originality
To my ears, We Made Contact borrows elements of Industrial, Film Music and the broader Unknown Quantity referred to as electronic music. The ability to make a make a piece of music 'to order', to produce a track which belongs so comfortably and reassuringly as this track does, to it's strikingly familiar and yet highly eclectic genre is a testament to the production abilities of the musician. So this piece owes no apology for being unoriginal, it was never going to give it and instead achieves genuine fusions of different periods of dark, flying saucer driven otherworldliness. Gary Numan and Amon Tobin are the two names that sprung to mind after the first 10 seconds. Like I say, very accessible and culturally broad-reaching.
Essence
The vocal speech sound bites of mad scientists and visionaries that punctuate the piece arouse the imagination and insinuate the listener into a lead role in their own self-made sci-fi film in their head, like any good soundtrack. The ethereal impression given by the general atmosphere throughout, the nebulous synths bubbling in a cauldron of sci-fi b-movie history at various points in this piece, reflect the equally nebulous movie and tv subculture so obvious that we need not speak it's name. This taps into the darkest dreams of the listener through the same mechanism used by the broader culture, the visions of the unknown. Although this piece sports some sophisticated riffs, sequences and chord progressions, its primary weapon to invade the earth is its dense atmosphere. Probably a green, musty atmosphere? As I am guessing my way through where the piece is going to go next, I
am reminded of the equally unknown subject this piece is pointing it's long, slimy tentacle at. The only thing I would maybe like to see in there would be maybe a clearer narrative told by the soundbites, eg Paul Hardcastle's "19", almost like a story. But then again, I'm not even that sure about saying that, given the unfocused and mish-mashed nature of the sci-fi culture. Very good indeed.
Production Technique
I don't have much to say here. Everything sounded mixed very well on my headphones. Ed said that he ported this song over from reason to record and we can hear the mixer doing its magic.
Sounds/Samples/Instruments/Quality
Again, good sounds. Wins the vote.
Overall Appeal
For me, this piece appeals with it's fragmented sections, various riffs and sonic surprises and red herrings. Yet at the same time, for all its bobbing and weaving, it manages to stay faithfully inside the genre.
A very good job, Ed!
Adam.________________
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Pacific Review
http://soundcloud.com/soft-enerji/soft-enerji-kibeja-pacific
Review written by Archimedes (David Stuart)
~Imagery~
Modern sailors on an ancient ship are making their way. The Captain
knows how to keep order; knows how to call the adrenalin to arms and move the lumbering beast through this viscous plain. Massive Mackies on the fore and aft masts wired to the bridge where the quartermaster pipes general quarters; this is music to the men and women on a journey. Music the crew likes most as they prepare to latch on to nature’s tail. “Let go the halyard, sheets and braces. Slacken braces and sheets! Haul halyard! Sheet home the sail. Make all!” the Captains sing in their acoustic, hallowed native tongues. Their musical voices bind souls as the vessel is wrestled into order and the oceanic boulevard is made. Stress vanishes as the crew integrates with the flow of the world. SoftEnerji and Kibeja command the crew to make sail
– we will be underway on this sunny day at sea – in the Pacific!
Two thirds covered by water – teeming with life - vast expanses of
motion heaving, surging, shielding the wonder that wends below – our Suspicion of Life occasionally confirmed as they surface and leap and comingle with a simpler “us”. A percussive keyboard invites the ocean’s life to appear as the ambient bed harkens the wind to billowing sails.
There is so little earth on Earth. We are dust and to dust we shall
return – but not here – not now. Moisturized by our surroundings, we
live to sail the Pacific.
For days, weeks, months we travel in our humble craft escorted by all manner of being. Dolphin, whales, sharks, and flying fish greet us off the leeward side. We covet this trespassing and thirst for a part of this something so distant from us and yet so enveloping. We are consumed with bitterness that we are not so well connected to life below this malleable plane. The edge through which we dare not pass is mysterious – forbidding – seductive – and carrying us forward through time. Pacific plays on – and we are moved to intrude. Pacific uncloaks the world – gently and slowly lifts a looking glass to our eyes and then leads us to this place.
We are awed by the sea and its wonders. Is joining and becoming one just a simple death visiting itself upon us? Not through this music – not through this beautiful proxy for that seductive, foreboding place we have named the Pacific. Only now can we begin to grasp all that it is. That is – an inexplicable beauty.
Still, we yearn for a union. We want to be a part of this Pacific. It
calls to us. Machines and contraptions are assurances we will survive to tell the story. They get us closer – but wanting more. Devices are symmetrical, hardened, cold, cages that gift our senses but keep our emotions at bay. Music is curved, smooth, and transitions us gently into that other place and our emotions are allowed to bind with “there”. The Pacific – it calls to us – we think, we believe, we’re convinced – it’s home.
A cry from the nest and our aim is elevated as we gaze onto the horizon. A shadow outlined in the sky - a darkened suggestion of safe harbor ahead as we slowly, purposefully reach. Our arms outstretched - our eyes affixed - forward. Australia - A Tribal Planet. From which we will again embark as our lust draws us back to the open seas.
~Essence~
This piece by SoftEnerji and Kibeja is a beautiful transom that allowsus to exist in a world we are only able to witness and yearn to join completely. This new age, ambience masterpiece by two extremely talented artists is best measured by the images it allows us to create in our minds. Dreams and fantasies are wonderful places for us. We don’t have to transport our bodies – just our minds. Our dreams become more than photorealistic – they become experiences that influence us, change our views, provide respite and relief and allow us to collect ourselves before rejoining the average. We can just as fully absorb new places – we only have to imagine going there and with a little help from music like Pacific – we succeed.
When two highly talented artists like Mark and Chris craft art that carries us into those places – or at least chauffeurs us to the door and politely casts the seam asunder, they’ve provided the means fortaking us to places we are unlikely to visit any other way. We can
breathe in the vacuum of space, fly with flocks, swim with schools and get connected in transcendental ways. Music has that power – and skillfully composed, scored and engineered music makes this easy and natural. That is what this piece represents to me. It’s a portal that, once opened, allows me to absent myself from the cacophony of the daily grind. Quiet settles upon honking horns, angry persons and devastating misfortunes visited upon innocents. It’s more than easy listening and ambience – it’s a path that, once taken, and trusted, lifts the veil off of human imagination and let’s human life become the intellectual potpourri it was meant to be.
Where production technique, sounds/samples/instruments and quality are concerned, it’s worth noting that, beyond some point, these are assumed. There is nothing to say about how well a piece is mixed, or whether the voices chosen for the synths were wise or naïve. We’re beyond that. We’re beyond noticing any flaw in the mechanics of production. We’re beyond the details. Those are long gone. Soft Enerji and Kibeja are fluent in this art and they haven’t forgotten a thing.
The focus is on the voyage in this music and not whether the piano,
the percussion, bass or woodwinds are appropriate. It’s not even a
matter of settling for what they have produced – because those details are so far away from being scrutinized that it’s pointless to address them. At this level of maturity, the only discussion to be had, really, is whether the music moves our minds – and if so – in what direction.
~Overall Appeal~
"Semper idem sentire ac non sentire ad idem revertunt“ – but not when we are listening to high caliber music produced by these artists individually, or this collaborative piece in particular. I’ve listened to every song on Soft Enerji’s site dozens of times. I’ve listened to Harvest Song every weekend since downloading it. Kant was wrong – always the same is not the same as nothing. Musical miracles over and again are simply new divots in a timeline that offer portals into new places and each listening is a new trip.
David
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High Surf Reviews
- Soft Enerji's review of High Surf by and Adam (ag 858) and David Stuart
Here I am. Early morning. Sunrise. I'm awake, only just but yes, yes, I'm awake. I lift my head and squint at the early morning sun reflecting on the rolling waves. I watch the white crests crash onto the beach and listen to the hiss as they roll back over the sand. There is music here. There is beautiful music here.
So I'm awake, I rub the sleep from my eyes and I take in my view. Could I want for more? The risen sun is in my face so I shield my eyes and I step out from the shade of the mangrove and slowly walk towards the breaking surf. The sand beneath my feet is fine and almost snow white. It squeaks when I step on it. It is only just after dawn and the sand is still cool, later it will be too hot to walk on. The music plays on.
I have been here for years. I am castaway. I have been here so long I have almost forgotten how I came to be in this lonely paradise. Throughout these solitary years I have scanned the horizon daily for passing ships. I have seen very few and those few have never seen the smoke from my beacon fires, or if they have, they have chosen to ignore it. The surf is up and the music lifts my spirit. The call of civilisation is becoming fainter.
I sit down a few metres from the tideline. The faint breeze carries the salt spray into my face. I lick it from my lips, it tastes like...freedom. The music soars through me. I look from the crashing surf, out past the reef to the distant horizon. I shield my eyes again. Could it be? Yes, white sails on three tall masts. A large vessel, perhaps a Schooner. I leap up and race back to my shelter. I grab my tinderbox and run as fast as I can to my beacon fire. I kneel down and begin striking the flint. The music rushes through me. I stop and listen. I look to the ocean, to the horizon, to the ship. Her present course should keep her in view of my island for at least an hour. There is no need for haste. I listen to the music of the surf. I lie back and close my eyes. I awake perhaps an hour later and slowly sit up. The ship is gone and so is my final longing for civilisation. This is where I belong. This is my island, my home, my life.
I stand and look around me and drop the old tinderbox at my feet. Here is where I'll stay. Here is where I am happy. I walk slowly back to my shelter, take my board and head down to the ocean.
Surf's Up!
David and Adam, as soon as I heard this I was somehow reminded of the Robinson Crusoe theme tune done long ago by The Art Of Noise on their Ambient Collection (I think it's the strings). This prompted me to write the above. Congrats on a wonderful collaboration.
Mark________________________________________Gem’s Review of “High Surf” By David Stuart and Adam.
There is a very cinematic approach to this track that is quite exquisite, elegant, and sophisticated. There's a fresh coat of sound that reverberates within my ears, and move on to my inner conscience. The sound lingers on and infects my other senses with delight, with purity, and with immense emotion. This sound lies within this magnificent song, within this collaboration of two great artists that stumbled upon each other, to create something unique, very intriguing, and very beautiful! - Something in the caliber of a "Criterion" film that speaks to those who have opened their ears, their mind, and their hearts.
Perhaps this collaboration has brought out the most inner feelings with strokes of musical paint on this canvas of sound. Perhaps these two gentlemen have contributed their emotions and artistic skills out of love and passion for that musical river that flows within our veins; thus creating a waterfall of pure unadulterated current that flows with energy, and splashes our senses; leaving us wide awaken, but mostly day dreaming. What wonderful and blissful production you guys have crafted here, it makes us realize what incredible and amazing talent you guys posses.
This is truly the "High Surf"…. come and submerge yourself within these golden waves!!!Ed
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It's all within Yourself Reviews
http://soundcloud.com/g-e-m/its-all-within-yourself-1Soft Enerji's Special Review ofIt's All Within YourselfbyHarry Henderson and GemThe quality of this collaboration between Pete (Harry Henderson) and Ed (Gem) will not surprise anyone. As solo artists, both consistantly deliver outstanding music to this community and I doubt if any of my peers in the Music Forum would disagree with me on that. Together, these two artists have crafted something extraordinary, something exceptional.
Now, since this is a special review, I'm going to do it in a similar way to which Ed and David did their reviews of my collaboration with Kibeja, and try to convey how the song affects me from an emotional point of view.
So here goes, press play.....
An atmosphere of mysticism and a feeling of warmth is instantly apparent. The lush pad floats out of my speakers carried along by the deep tones of the synth bass. The shaker sets a pleasant, relaxed pace, and I embark on a journey to my inner self. I feel as if I am floating just above a path. I don't know what the path is made of or what it passes through but I am moving slowly along it. I have no idea where this path leads but I have no fear of what may await me. The music soothes and comforts me. The percussion and vocals kick in an I am lifted to the next level. The depth of feeling Ed has portrayed in his vocals is nothing short of brilliant. There is tension, there is hope and there is passion. The lyrics work around the Metta theme beautifully. The first few lines: "There's a place in time, I am trying to find, I'm reaching out to be there” draw me in and carry me onwards. I begin to see a little a little further ahead of myself as the first two verses progress. The intigueing backing vocals between the verses are like a siren song for my soul. My path is becoming clearer, more tangible, but my destination still remains a mystery.
The middle section of the song seems to pull me aside and somehow allows me a view back along the path I've just taken. A sort musical out of body experience, for want of a better description. I don't know if this was intentional, or even if it is possible to deliberately create that feeling in a piece of music, but that is what I get, everytime I listen to it. The tension builds once more with the introduction of the vocoded spoken words and then once again, I'm back on the path, only this time my destination is clear. The last verse is the key. As it surges away from the middle section I feel as if I'm travelling faster and faster even though the tempo has not changed. As the feeling of realisation descends upon me there is acceptance of the place my mind has been taken. There is comfort in knowing that this journey has been a worthwhile one. As the song fades out I look around myself to view my surroundings and I see that I am in a good place. A friendly place, a place full of love, a place where kindess is all around me. There's a place in time and I've found it.
Pete and Ed, congratulations on this collaboration. Everything is perfect, from a production point of view and musically. Thanks for allowing me to review this, it has been an absolute pleasure.
Mark______________________________David Stuart Reviews “It’s All Within Yourself”
A long day - a long week - a long, miserable month. I'm tired - I'm wound up - I'm NOT down with what I tolerate to make a living. But there is a place - a place I visit too infrequently. It's a sanctuary - a womb to which I return when I want to shed the "real" and dream of things possible. It's a place to revel in the brilliance and genius of others who express their dreams through sounds. My mind is starving for the comfort of their craft. I covet those moments when all that surrounds me is their work. Such dreams, such art, such deep movement
in the rythym and timbre of their genius.
I click "on". Ten different devices awaken and the lights glow blue, green, red and yellow. I know where I'm headed - can't wait to get there. I shed the incadescent proxy for dreams and wait. Why must this
take so long?Silly little icons - they get in my way. Just get me there - time to finish dinner, run out the door, and join my friends this evening.
I glance through my window and spy those kids gathering bats, mits and balls. I know that elsewhere, some are donning skates, pads and sticks. Others suit up for a round of hoops and others are mounting saddled beasts for an evening gallop through the plains. Playtime is upon us. The seeds of our fantasies are sewn. The kids are organizing. There's only one playground of interest to me. Here I come. I have my ears, I have my gear, I have my ideas, I have my dreams and can't wait to join my friends as I hurriedly run to join them and give some, take some, and grow - I'm headed to the sandlot of musical instruments, faders, knobs, and acoustic victories. A culdesac of audio craft where, as the sun sets and the distraction of sunny bright days yields to the brilliance of enlightened minds, new visions arise and we reach for glorious stars.
Take me to the sound garden. There it is - that familiar red and white logo that understates the spectral breadth I'm about to unleash. This purveyor of tools has opened doors to many of us and, while loosely coupled, we have joined and are creating gifts we share freely.
Finally - I'm there. Ahhhh - and as I expected - as I had hoped while weaving through this painfully numb and routine theater, a new post. And, it's folks I know - wait - that's silly - I don't know them - but I do. I've heard their music. They've toyed with my mind previously. But separately - what is this? Two of our kind have joined in a collaboration. My heart begins to race - I read quickly. Too much text - not enough sound - I'll come back and read what others have said - but later.
More waiting as my machines crank and churn - and finally - "Harry Henderson & Gem's - It's All Within Yourself" appear before my eyes. Oh....My...God! What is this? At last - I have arrived. I stumble for
the mouse and move the cursor into position and press that glorius button that starts my journey. I need to get to the key that opens the door. I need to turn that key - I need to wrestle my way through the webs grasping to stop me as I cross the threshold - and join the chosen. Immediately - the switch is thrown - the switch is .... thrown....and I'm here.
Now: Click Play
The tempo takes me out of reverse. Forward out of the station we go. Softened shakers billowing smoke as steam powered pistons transfer power via the side rods. Large metal wheels carry the machine forward and we are sampled forward in time. Loved ones on the platform waving a blessed adieu. The bass riff lifts me off the ground - the synth clears the air and parts the sky - revealing the inner workings of a life I could not have imagined. Wheels spinning more quickly and spokes churning the air as a voice appears and takes my hand - we cruise calmly into the night - I'm safe, and I know I am being introduced to new and wonderful dreams. Time to connect with others - time to travel with a good book among stars and galaxies. Time to cruise. I splay the leather cover and witness this rendering of human invention. I see myself in the pages I spy, reading the pages I spy. The first chapter presents itself while gaining speed and moving along. Soft Enerji has been here. He has something to say - he's a trusted friend who has left a note while dropping breadcrumbs tracing his path - but the crumbs stop. He must have ----- he must have decided ---- no need to return. I know him - he's good - he's deep - he's connected. What is he saying?
"Mysticism" - yes, but more crumbs. "Warmth" - yes - still, more crumbs. "Lush" - yes - more, but fewer crumbs - he's comitting. "Journey" - yes - I'm with you brother. We are moving - we are. "Lifted" - yes, we are, and the trail has gone colde. Glad to see we're together on this trip. Good to see you, my friend! And I see from a survey of our special culdesac that all the kids on the block are here. I'm late - but I'm here - and I'm grateful to be joined with you on this transcendental ship crafted by our friends, Ed and Pete. You've said it all, my friend. And heads about us are bobbing - motion all around us - eyes closed - connected with this incredibly beautiful piece by two who are among us. Nothing else matters now - we are "out of body" - our souls at the block party - and we know that more is on the way.
This is beyond the basic. This is another piece that is "specially reviewed" because it speaks to our souls and takes us places. The review is about the dream - not the body that sleeps. It's about the journey - not the train. The conveyance is a foregone conclusion - masterfully crafted and transcendant of technical detail. It's beyond. It is a measure of achievement and success because I'm not analyzing, being disturbed, or focused on how they did this. I'm focused completely on the realism of the dream - the journey - the images and
vision. I'm focused on the pictures created by their music.
So...extremely...well...done. Thank you Ed - Thank you Pete! Night is upon us - sleep tight. We'll meet again tomorrow - on the sandlot of our acoustic dreams.David
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Recommended Artists (in alphabetical order):
- The Links at the bottom of the page are for artists which I have collaborated with, or who I listen to from time to time. They are my inspiration.Check them out also - Enjoy!
