Click to listen to the new album The Illuminating Forest by Johnny Clyde
Up on the hill there’s an old mansion where a little boy and his family have just moved into. They renovate the old mansion into a bed and breakfast. The old mansion was said to have belonged to a composer who died from pneumonia before he could finish his love song to his former love.
The song starts with the little boy awaking to the sounds of an old piano playing. He gets out of bed and walks to the staircase where he sees a ghost sitting at the grand piano. The boy quickly runs back to his room and grabs his toy glockenspiel. He walks down the stairs and startles the ghost.
Upon seeing the boy, the ghost is worried he will frighten the boy. So he stops playing mid rif, and walks away.
The boy walks to the piano. sits on the floor, and starts playing his glockenspiel.
The ghost hears the tune, turns, and plays along with it.
Eventually the ghost begins to reminisce of his old concert days, but is again humbled by the sounds of the glockenspiel and slows down to the old tune. Finishing his love song.
The boy begins to drift off to sleep and starts to play a bit off time, and the ghost begins to drift off into the next life.
Audio by Johnnyclyde
MattConley (Community Director) writes:
I love the otherwordly vibes of this audio record. Musicians, what can be added to this? Strings? Percussion? …What else?
Good news, I’ve raised 1,225 dollars for my new album! Bad news, I need to raise 2,275 dollars in three days or I don’t get anything. I think that I probably won’t be reaching my goal here, but I won’t be giving up. I’ll try again someday.
So I went to stay at my grandparents house in Gresham Oregon, in the dream. There the walls were made of mirrors and they had a thousand cats. I left to pick up my wife from ballerina class, (so strange already) and told her I had to stop by the horribly scary house to get something. She was upset that we had to go back to that house. My car refused to start however, so we slept there in the parking lot.
when we woke up again, we went to a sale. My wife pulled out this giant art piece she had been working on. It was just an orange glob with a hole in it. This man seemed incredibly eager to own it though.
So we go inside and she puts the piece on display. The man offers 1,200 dollars for it and I say 1,500. He refuses my offer and I leave him alone.
I stumble on this black necklace made of strange beads. When I pick it up it turns into a snake biting it’s own tail, then a shark, then a rat, then it turns into lips and says the man interested in the art is a horrible man.
I see him running off with my wife and I chase after him. He turns and makes himself into two of the same. He then calls two wolves. The wolves came after me and I kicked one and the wolf winced, along with the other wolf, and the two men. So everything was connected. The man started to hold a ceremony to wed my wife, and I ran after his twin self. I proceded to literally beat him to death, and the wolves fell on their side and the man screamed “Close your eyes, don’t watch this, don’t watch this happen, don’t watch yourselves die” and the wolves closed their eyes but the man continued to stare right at me.
I’ve decided to check myself into some type of psych ward…