REVERIES is an ongoing project of music making for the sake of joy for the sake of music making for the sake of time for the sake of self therapy for the sake of sharing moments for the sake of making your day better. They are all instrumentals, a way to share the ongoing improvisations and compositions and whimsy of cellist/guitarist/composer/whatever Luke Janela. Listen either as an ongoing soundtrack or as a palate cleanser between talkie talk. Listen underwater, in midst of revelation, and especially while walking.
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so deep
the dive
into the alive
that i forgot
it’s not
what i wrote
to you
what i spoke either
quiet places
so left out
in the course of
any normal day
I don’t know why I make such moody music all the time
it’s not really a reflection of anything in me per se
it’s not really a reflection
also i took a break
yay for breaks!
playing in the studio tonight, didn’t think i had much in me, and i didn’t, just stood here, looking for things to bang on. and so so so it goes that you put some room reverb on and a broken guitar and all the sudden it’s the blues. which is great.
went round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round and round
i wish i was there
in an imaginary
northern california
barn
with imaginary
dancers
and endless
waves
a collision of real
and thought would
i’d probably fall into it
like a venetian canal
a real myth
i wish i was there
on an endless blues solo
forever
dark figured shadows
and fire
no where to feel
like a stranger
no doubt to go
out and out into the world
a repetition of pithy complaint
over and over again
makes beautiful lines
get grizzly
i want to have a ranch in albion
and fall apart with the fog
into the oblivion
but real
nevermind the silliness
nothin
necessarily transcendental
just a thing that can
happen
really just wanted
to pretend
that i could be here and there
inside of that big vast (place)
forgotten
pin drops
and make sense
but
as usual
instead
just a raw translation
a drawing on a napkin
fr you to find
friend finder
this thing
this old (new)
replica
of an old
chinese
wind instrument
(ie, can’t remember the name)
chopped up
and maddeningly turned
to
doomsday beat
seems
just about
right
so
in case you are wondering
i am trying to find my voice again
for better
i have not really been singing
typed sinning
not true
for two years ish
so
i will
shall
warm it up
it’s not
easy
pulled old red
was still covered
in a bit of stale blood
that electric guitar
from the shelf
purposefully neglected
how could you
red said
i did not know
so
i played the blues
