In Memory of the great Skip Bay, may his soul rest in musical realm. Dedicated to the 2 best souls that walked this earth …
Thank you to the universe giving me the chance to be part of their musical journeys …..
Thank you Mr Tim Jackson for your musical talent brought to life through your nimble fingers ….
Musicians:
Tim Jackson – Piano
Skip Bay – Bass (belated)
Michel Leger – Drums
Video Director – Bob Bourque
Video Producer – Bob Bourque
Video Cinematographer – Bob Bourque
Video Editor – Michel Leger
Nimbus iii – Filmed at:
Bernice MacNaughton High School.
999 St. George Blvd,
Moncton, NB E1E 2C9
Recorded in 1985 for/by CBC Radio Canada
Lightly Treading Up Beat w Stickman4 0
Up beat we are always treading … may we find our way up stream … thank you for lending an ear to my musical madness …
Drifting through the velvet haze,
Shadows whisper, time delays.
Echoes of a world unseen,
A fragile thread connects the dream.
Steps unsteady, yet they guide,
Pulling me where secrets hide.
I’m treading lightly, chasing stars,
Through the unknown, near and far.
A restless heart, a soul untied,
Unraveling truths where dreams collide.
Inner voices clash and fight,
Shaping forms in endless night.
Yet through the storm, I find my way,
Facing demons, breaking day.
Hollow Hip Hop
Hollow sometimes we are … Hip sometimes we want to be … Hop we are always on one or the other …
We hop on the rhythm, light on our feet,
Kicking dust from the corners of a sunlit street.
Spinning like the vinyl, raw with no script,
No fear of the fall, we just let the soul lift.
But the beat skips—repeats like a glitch,
Stuck in the loop, caught in the pitch.
Faking the cool with designer disguise,
Trying to be hip with a hollow inside.
Sometimes we hop, sometimes we fly,
Sometimes we’re hip, flashing sharp in the eye.
Other times hollow, just echoes and sighs,
Still life emanates from the lows and the highs.
Hip in the city with the night on our skin,
Gold chains that jangle, but it’s paper-thin.
Swagger on the surface, slick with the talk,
But our shadows are heavy, they follow and stalk.
Cameras flash, we pose for the frame,
Chasing the fame but forgetting the flame.
The mic drops, and the silence is loud,
No crowd, no clout, just a ghost in the crowd.
Sometimes we hop, sometimes we fly,
Sometimes we’re hip, flashing sharp in the eye.
Other times hollow, just echoes and sighs,
Still life emanates from the lows and the highs.
Life emanates like the bass through the floor,
Vibrates the veins and unlocks the door.
From the hollow we rise, like a phoenix in flight,
Spitting truth through the static, breaking into the light.
No more hollow, no more fake,
Just the raw beat of being wide awake.
We hop from the wreckage, build from the dust,
Mixing pain with the groove, turn rust into trust.
No need for the hip when the soul’s got the drip,
Wisdom from struggle, let it sink from your lips.
Let the hollow hold space, let the emptiness speak,
Where the words fall away, let the silence breathe.
And in that stillness, we finally see,
Life emanates like a wild melody.
Sometimes we hop, sometimes we fly,
Sometimes we’re hip, flashing sharp in the eye.
Other times hollow, just echoes and sighs,
Still life emanates from the lows and the highs.
Tally Ho – Owed To Roger The Lizard
To Roger the Lizard …
The companion that got lost
The companion that got found
The companion that was a pal
For over 17 years of his life He was a wonderful pal
He was welcomed to lizard land
Were Lizard Spirits go …
WENT THEY PASSE …
TO YOUR FRIENDSHIP …….
Michel Leger on Drums …
beatthedrumloop.com
soundcloud.com/michel-leger-155721699