Posts tagged with “Music”

Matthew Good - Zero Hour

Growing up, and into my late 20's, I was a big Matthew Good (Band) fan.

I attended all of his shows, traveled within a couple of hours to see him in other locations, and bought every album that came out.

When I learned about IRC and found mIRC I immediately found my people in the Matthew Good channel and subsequently had access to previously unreleased materials, historical demos, and some obscure subculture items.

I wasn't a super-fan by the definition of many of the people in that IRC channel, but I was a fan. I bought his book and printed my own personal copy of his online manifestos (which, now that I remember, I lent to an old friend and need to get it back).

But, as with time, tastes change and I moved on from Good and his works. Most days, I don’t think of Matthew Good or his band. But, from time to time I’ll queue-up one of the albums I grew up on and reminisce. And, if I’m in the mood, I’ll check out something new from Good. Most of the time the new stuff doesn’t stick— but today, Zero Hour struck a chord.

Perhaps it’s the collaboration with Saukrates that caught my attention, or the EP length album that has hints of Good’s musical roots threaded throughout. Whatever it was, I’ve had this album on repeat all day and am considering checking out one of his Live shows next month.

enya - a day without rain — the Eat, Pray, Love of the used CD world.

Autumn Echoes

A remix.
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In the autumn breeze, the shadows fall,
Fallen leaves whisper stories, echoing our call.
All the leaves are brown, painting the ground,
Memories of summer, lost and never found.

Fallen leaves, drifting down,
In a world of silence, where hope feels drowned.
But the colors fade, yet they hold on tight,
Through the darkest nights, we’ll find our light.

Walking through the remnants, the chill in the air,
Dreams once vibrant, now a fading flare.
All the leaves are brown, but our hearts remain,
In the dance of shadows, we embrace the pain.

Fallen leaves, drifting down,
In a world of silence, where hope feels drowned.
But the colors fade, yet they hold on tight,
Through the darkest nights, we’ll find our light.

So let the leaves fall, let the seasons change,
Through the storms and silence, love won’t feel strange.
We’ll rise from the ashes, in the colors we’ve worn,
For every end is just a place to be reborn.

Fallen leaves, drifting down,
In this autumn’s heartbeat, we’ll never drown.
All the leaves are brown, but we’ll stand our ground,
In this endless cycle, together we’re found.

Thanks to ChatGPT for remixing The Mamas & The Papas – California Dreamin' with Billy Talent – Fallen Leaves