Berkana, a name found by chance on an old Indian stall. It means so many things…, the possibility of creating opportunities and many other things!!
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Antiquity – All Wrapped Up In You
Sounds like a James Bond theme. Sax eargasm comes in at around 1:54
How Music Heals
When I called it a day about seven years ago, I was exhausted. Somehow I was emptied. I felt like I had already said and experienced everything. Since day one, music had always nourished me. How foolish was I to believe for a single moment that I could go on without it?
Finding Music: Following the Concussion
by David Summit
I hear music in my head; it writes itself for me. It feels as if I have been dialed into a radio frequency of sounds, words, images and stories, and my body is just the antenna. My life from that moment on became who I was before and who I am now.
The Great Unfinished…
I have been songwriting in a way from a very young age and used to annoy my parents no end by wandering around, making up songs about everything I had seen and thought when I was a toddler. ‘there goes mum, walking about grumpy, dads always drunk, tra, la, la, la, la.’
Somewhere in Bavaria – Memoirs of Madeleine
Appendix to my new album, “Quel Nouveau Minette,” which is a compilation of jam sessions 2016-2019.
Entertainment & Duress: The Story Of Ersatz Savant (Thus Far)
by Rob
It all started after the earthquake in Christchurch, I’d always had an affinity for music as a kid, but now something really started to crystallize in my consciousness, so in the gray despairing numbness that followed – I reached for my big brother’s old guitar…..
A Little Grief
If Griefer, my shitty one-man band, is about anything, it’s about boredom and anxiety. I started it because I wanted to make something really, really loud – the volume helped, somehow. Then it morphed into something else. It lets me show a bit of myself that I usually have trouble showing. Music makes me a better person. I think it’s as simple as this: the reality of being a “bedroom musician” is waking up alone, surrounded by reminders of work you need to finish.
The storm is coming, and it never really left.
by Noamle
Sometimes I wonder if I like making people cringe or maybe it’s just an inevitable effect that comes with my need to overexpress my emotions and thoughts. I always thought oh well maybe I’m one of those who are seeking desperately for attention, but I figured that actually, it is more than just that. I just can’t control it, saying the things the way they are, if I hate my self, I’m gonna write about it if I’m ego tripping I’m gonna write about that as well. A bit of a drama queen mixed with a trouble maker with an honest desire to be better and be happy. And make the people around me happy, mostly with me.
To take my thoughts and put them into words helps me reach into conclusions, let my mind process, and move on faster. And I’m guessing doing it out loud for other people to hear is part of it. I’ve always appreciated artists that are being totally authentic, that are not afraid to write about themselves and their quirkiness and be honest. Let me, the listener, to get to know them better.
So, I’m gonna let u know me better as well.
How We Forgot To Plan Ahead and Got Stuck With This Band Name
Hello friends. We are from the prairies of southern Alberta where it is sparse and dry, kind of like us. We don’t know what we’re doing or what we want, but we think we will continue. Join us as we try not to suck, but also don’t worry too much about being great. We’re just trying to be ok.