Zip files allow users to compress, or archive, a number of other files (including MP3 music) to a smaller format for storage purposes. Since zip files are smaller in size, they are more easily transmittable through email and take less time to transfer between computers or devices. Windows offers the option of creating a zip file in a pre-existing folder, or to create and store it directly to their desktop.

1) Launch a new Windows Explorer window. Navigate to a folder where you want to create a new zipped file. Navigate to your desktop if you want your zipped folder saved to your desktop.

2) Right-click the location where you want your zipped file stored (either a folder or on your desktop) and hold your cursor over the “New” sub-menu. Select the “Compressed (zipped) Folder” option.

3) Enter the desired name for your zipped folder and press “ENTER” on your keyboard.

4) Open a new Windows Explorer window and navigate to the MP3 files you want zipped. Drag and drop your MP3 files directly into the zipped folder icon.

come away and I’ll hide you
come where they won’t find you
come and leave this behind you
you’ll come
you will come

come this way and cross over
come into forever
come and i’ll never leave you
you’ll come
you will come

i’m all warm on the other side
no reason to run and hide
no treason badge you humbly wore
that’s all gone and died

it’s not good to remain here
you’d be better away
too much going on here
it’s clear you’re outta here

come away and I’ll find you
come away and I’ll hide you
come and leave this behind you
you’ll come
you will come

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Click On “James Bell Collaborations”

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This is a stereo digital recorder from Tascam, the company that wrote the book on do it yourself recording. This digital recorder features an adjustable stereo pair of condenser microphones that configure in either an XY or AB pattern, and two xlr ¼” combo jacks, allowing you to use both the mics and the inputs simultaneously for four track recording! You can record to either MP3 or WAV formats on the included 2 GB SD card (and use up to a 32gb card), and transfer your audio to computer via USB 2.0. There’s a great overdub feature to record narration, singing, or instruments over your existing recording. Other features include a switchable low cut filter, both manual and automatic gain control, and an analog limiter.
Recording your performances is so important these days. Besides listening back to critique your performance so you can pinpoint where you need to improve, content is king, and you need to be able to regularly post recordings on your social media. You can use the onboard condenser microphones, or the XLR ¼” combo jacks to record from another sound source like the front of house soundboard at your next gig. Using external condenser mics? No worries, the DR-40 supplies phantom power. There’s also an auto gain control and an analog limiter so you don’t have to worry about setting the level or going too hot and ruining the recording. There’s even built in EQ and reverb so you can craft a mix on the fly all from the DR-40. Brilliant!

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“After almost 10 years playing in a rock band I had a mountain of untouched songs, ideas and lyrics that I really wanted to work on” enthuses Pete Thompson who writes, records and performs under the name play_rewind_eject. “I didn’t want to make music that just sounded the same as the band I was in so I took an adventure into the world of samples, midi and synths to create something a little bit different” he continued. play_rewind_eject is certainly different to your average solo singer/songwriter and the free ‘Never Before but Maybe Again’ album and ‘Chelsea Bikes’ EP are fine examples of that. Released as free downloads by Oh Mercy! Records and available from http://www.playrewindeject.com, they give a great introduction to his music and styles. Influenced by a range of acts, from 60’s mods The Small Faces through to Leonard Cohen, play_rewind_eject has ventured back into the studio in 2012 to record demos for his next album, Back to Forward and preparing for more live shows. “I’ll be hitting the live circuit in March and I can’t wait to get up on the stage and deliver these songs”.
All play_rewind_ejects music has been mastered by Pete Maher (U2, The Killers, Scissor Sisters, Charlie Simpson, Jack White and Depeche Mode) of Topfloor Music who was more than happy to apply his magic to the finished mixes “Anyone with good taste will appreciate this. I honestly don’t think songwriting and production gets better”. With accolades like this from industry professionals it could be an interesting journey for play_rewind_eject over the coming months.

To Hear Music Click On THE FIRE

This is a great version of this Beatles classic off the “White Album”. She dedicates this song to her father.

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Fire has no reason, it’s a morning loop
like a fine old hand held
needed touch, gently holding
a butterfly stitch
can’t help to be rich

space removed, a window cellar, broken room
a remnants and regrets
cherished
the brown bottle, tipped over, tears staining
cloth belts, a rolling vein, tobacco smelling shirts
held together
by my grandmother’s
butterfly stitch

her loving touch
custom made rain coats, spring dresses
hand made by worn factory hands
made in an hour
any color
just for the afternoon
she sewed, my sister & I watched, the needle crawling
a fast silver fish

boxed and preserved, those patterns
laid over by plastic, like a couch
rolled and tied, our sleeping body bags
meant to be saved for a rainy day

my grandfather drinking from his grandfather cup
over spilled coffee grains, scattered like ball-bearings
we eyed our glass marbles
as the game began
Boston Red Sox vs. N.Y. Yankees
that old T.V. furniture piece covered
with dollies, Lorna Doones, and pouched tobacco

our grandfather ate powdered scones
still telling horny polish jokes
taking after his father, the Italian stallion
tending to their Sicilian home
open bags of Cheetos, three girls ate
orange fingers


overtime sudden death forfeit
cigarette still lit, an arm chair ashtray
new white Cadillac in the driveway
consciously, picked up fork
the road, remarks behind, ended
in that dark garage

shaking, messing around, shaking
foraging boxes, bags of Hershey kisses and old canvasses
pulling our hair, remaking a face
hearing our grandmother singing
wooden old dart board delivers
across the blue sky-top of the page
a straight line to Christmas, a blue crayon pathway
a broken red glass ball to be hung
a kept fake tree

en-caused, Jasper Johns-poster flag
all American
remembered again and again
hung on the wall, memories, played over
a plastic bow and arrow
aimed for that single red dot
like Christ, over doorways
catholic American dream

my grandmother sat, holding her cross
with my hand, explaining god, to her best
patting her arm hair down
when her goose bumps raised
asking if we wanted another
cook-kee
telling me about periods on Sundays

crosses everywhere
doorways
they were revolutionary’s
in every way, us
Polish-Italian-Chickasaw-Swedish-Blackfoot
mix-down

my mother sewed herself a P.H.D.
my father, an atheist doctor
humanist, writer of plays and pain
my uncle, the gourmet cook, London Aids
my aunt, cookie maker, heads the mental illness foundation
my cousin’s, two writers, a painter, a pianist, a sculptor
my sister the socialist social worker
hand me downs

all of us volunteers of my grandmother’s butterfly stitch
a morning loop, needing touch, gently held pens
all of us write something down
our memories can’t help
but to be rich

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Over the mountains, and threw the haze of a misty cloud.
There is a person who stands alone and shouts out loud
do you need me now.

And in the city, and threw the sounds of a noisy crowd.
There is a person who stands alone and shouts out loud
do you need me now.

All I know is what I see,
and there is no one here with me,
and it shows everywhere I go
that’s all I know.

Sometimes in life, sometimes in life you find that special one.
And when the moon is in the sky and shining bright
tonight could be the night.

All I know is what I see,
and everybody’s here with me,
and it shows everywhere I go
that’s all I know.

Over the mountains, and threw the haze of a misty cloud.
There is a person who stands alone and shouts out loud
do you need me now.

Take A Listen To “All I Know”

(Source: ronnieandheather.bandcamp.com)

A lot has been spoken about concerning indie artists and the ‘Long Tail’, but with the introduction of more advanced in-home studio software, the gap has been widening into a chasm that so many artists fall into and can sometimes never return from.

The Long Tail is a term that was first coined by Wired Magazine editor Chris Anderson. It is actually a very simple concept that describes the phenomenon of the online environment. It operates on the principle that 20% of the artists earn 80% of the music income and 80% of the artists earn 20% of the music income. In recent times the top of the tail has become even steeper with closer to 5% of the artists earning 95% of the income. This whole scenario is particularly relevant to the indie music market as it rushes headlong into the future.

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It’s neither small, it’s neither strong.
It’s the meaning of a song.
A window loose, brittle and true,
inside and out, smashing sky.
Chipped old wet paint, cerulean blue,
we stare up, art is not true.
One sable brush, songs are over sung,
a gift returned, photo’s hung.

Piped answers smoked in wood.
Somehow it seems understood.
Hallway between twelve inches of stone,
a hat, a lock, a warning call alone.

The distance between the glass and the thing.
A sight promised, unseen.
The lid holding the steam, boiling the sky,
vows not entered, signatures dry.

Above the prayer, abiding the wind,
the shaking of a brook, a plastic pool,
a kitten’s bite, feathered teeth,
a maid and a rose brush groomed inside from the start.


Above the prayer, abiding the wind,
the shaking of a brook, a plastic pool,
a kitten’s bite, feathered teeth,
a maid and a rose brush groomed inside from the start.

Piped answers smoked in wood.
Somehow it seems understood.
Hallway between twelve inches of stone,
a hat, a lock, a warning call alone.

A paper cut, a paper moon,
strung thin, radioed in.
A master’s tape, for seeing no fog,
a rum-aging shave, a filtered hide.

Take A Listen To “From The Start”

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Song-writer, arranger, guitar, keyboard/synth, vocals. Performed for nearly 20 years with a Toronto-based Contemporary Christian Band called Parable (1983-2000). Exploring a various styles and topics. Variety is the spice of life. For Music Click On: TERRY’S MUSIC

Like minded songwriters and musicians from the North East of England who enjoy writing and recording their own songs. 

James Bell - lead vocals,guitar,bass,keyboard,tambourine 

Anthony Ramanauskas - guitar,vocals,bass,keyboards

Grant Smith - lead guitar,vocals,bass

Andrew David - Drums

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