Last week ‘Sydney the Shetland’ from up the road, this week; ‘The No Name Donkey’ from the same place THE CHESS PLAYER Before he arrived at the café in the High Street where the lorry drivers have breakfast he was an undertaker in a faraway land where nobody had a name. Without names there wasn’t
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‘Pointless’ Another 1 minute improvisation from my Instagram. Hope you enjoy; View this post on Instagram Guitar improv on my Fender Telecaster #guitarimprovisation #improv #guitar #guitarsolo #jazz #fender #telecaster #focusrite #relax #chillout #dover #uk #ernieball #ernieballstrings #blues A post shared by George Blamey-Steeden (@george.b.s_zoolon) on Feb 1, 2019 at 8:55am PST ‘Random Moment in a
My ‘one minute’ take on Coldplay’s ‘Speed of Sound’, a song the band never really liked, although I think the melody is right up there and relaxing, plus I rate Coldplay as one of the great bands. Anyhow, here is my guitar solo ‘one minute’ cover from my Instagram. I hope you enjoy; View this
‘Hot Chocolate Central’ – Café Culture, Nivelles, Belgium For reasons I can’t explain I was wondering if mushrooms would grow on Mars. I never did work it out. Probably they don’t, but thinking about Mars I remembered this song I wrote. It’s one of my earlier ones. I last put it on the blog when I
‘Good Morning’ – Embry, Pas De Calais, France I’m a musician. I’m definitely not a photographer, but taking pics helps me unwind, plus it feeds all sorts of creativity. All today’s shots have a French connection. I hope you enjoy; ‘Goodnight’ – Domfront, Normandy, France ‘Goodbye’ – Charleville, The Ardennes, France
Zoolon’s new Tuesday feature. A 60 second track from my Instagram. This week an improvised jazz number. If you want to follow me on Instagram please do. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy. View this post on Instagram More improv, can’t stop playing this guitar #improv #guitar #fender #jazz #blues #chill #relax #uk #kent A post
‘Chasing the Sun’ by Zoolon I oiled the creaky hinges to the door into the eaves of my attic studio today and for the first time understood why the Tin Man out of The Wizard of Oz had such an addiction to oil. Saturday morning, I woke up to a curtain of snowflakes charging horizontally
