My first fully animated music video. I used AI for the images and animation. I wrote the lyrics and used AI to assist me in arranging the music.

Pre-Dawn

After I read Why people over the age of 55 are the new problem generation: Baby-boomers are keeping their bad habits into retirement in The Economist in early January, I was reminded that I had a song I had started working on a few years ago called “Still Crazy at Sixty!” Keep in mind that 55-year-olds are the end of the Baby Boom. People aged 66 and 67 are the peak of the Baby Boom.
“Still Crazy at Sixty!” was inspired by Ron Blood, bass player extraordinaire, who suggested that I should write a song about still being crazy at 60. I wrote the lyrics based on me, Joel, and Ron growing up in New Mexico and our various adventures through our youth and adult lives. I didn’t like how the song came out in 2019 and never published it. I messed with it three years later when we turned 63, but still didn’t like how the song turned out. With the inspiration of being part of the new “Problem Generation”, I pulled out the song again, updated the lyrics, but I was frustrated again, still stuck creating another sorry tune, so I had AI help me with the melody and the music. A fresh perspective from an artificial brain made all the difference.

Cranes @ dusk
Winter’s Moon Metal: Lirycs by Timothy Price. Music and Vocals by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene.
This is the Metal version of the song I made with electric guitar, bass, and percussion instead of piano and acoustic guitar. The vocals and melody are the same as the version of Winter’s Moon I posted yesterday with piano and acoustic guitar. The Metal backing track really affects the mood and feeling of the song.

Winter’s Wolf Moon Rising
Winter’s Moon: Lirycs by Timothy Price. Music and Vocals by Teagan Ríordáin Geneviene.
The song for this year’s Winter Wolf Moon is very special because Teagan came up with the melody and music using my lyrics. In the past, I wrote the lyrics and music for the songs that Teagan sang for me. Teagan had to learn the melody before she would record her vocals for me to mix into the song.
I wrote the lyrics for Winter’s Moon in early November 2024 and sent them to Teagan to review. She was inspired and came up with the melody and played the piano as she sang. I added acoustic guitar to the song, and we used NightCafe to produce images based on the lyrics and music.
Then I made two more versions of the song by adding electric guitar, bass, and percussion for a Metal version of the song, and then I made a version with only acoustic and bass guitar. I will post those videos later.
This has been a really great collaboration, and I am so impressed by the melody and music that Teagan produced for the song. I am also grateful that Teagan is willing to work with me on music.
Happy Winter Wolf Moon!
You can see Teagan’s companion post at https://teagansbooks.com/2025/01/13/music-collaboration-tim-price-the-rise-of-mnemosyne-part-1/
Since we’ve adopted Jake, I spend a lot of time carrying little green bags of dog poop around with me when we are out on walks. The old song “Little Green Bag” by the Dutch band George Baker Selection came to mind one day, so I wrote parody lyrics about those little green bags of dog poop. I recorded the parody, and Jake and I made the above music video.

Silver: “It’s your own fault for adopting a dog. Pathetic poopy paparazzo!”

Gwendolyn: “Whoa! You really pick up that crap? At least with us kitties, you use a slotted scoop to clean the kitty litter.”

Spunk: “Well, pathetic poopy paparazzo. Your doggedness has done you in!”

While I’m off work for the holidays, Jake misses his ride to and from the office every day. He goes outside and sits by my car, waiting to go to work. When we don’t go to the office, he acts disappointed, so I’ve started taking Jake for a ride in the car every day while I’m on vacation. Today we came across a cluck of cranes.
WARNING! You may find the above video’s music and content disturbing.
Wañusqakunamanta*
By Timothy Price
Sacrificed
To the gods
Drown in the madness of his name
Smell of the dead
And their sins
Of the dead and their sins
Of the dead and their sins
Take me, take me on a boat to see Arkos
I can’t feel the sea on Arkos
Embrace the truth
And shake us free
Make us free to rise in the end
Meet a person
Of great heart
In custody to persevere
But the devil’s in the way
Yes, the devil’s in the way
Why’s the devil’s in the way
He digs down to the core
To the flesh
And
To the bones

V for Venus

Cranes couldn’t care less


Osric Owl doesn’t give a hoot

Sandias @ the Beach
*Wañusqakunamanta is “Of the Dead” in Quechua. I have been working on the song for a long time. Originally named Weird DST, I wrote the song intending to use it for my 2024 Daylight Savings Time protest song. The idea behind the asynchronization between the metered drums and bass and the unmetered guitar was to simultaneously feel in and out of time. I tried to make the lyrics as strange as the music. I didn’t post it on DST this year because I didn’t finish it in time for the time change. Given the state of the election, I took another look at the song and decided I might as well use it to make a statement about the 2024 election.
Teagan is warning young lovers, Tim and Laurie, to escape from the sinister circus before they too become a whiter shade of pale — Teagan Riordain Genevien.
Teagan had the idea for her and me to collaborate on a Halloween-themed music video. We chose “A Whiter Shade Of Pale” by Procol Harem. Teagan produced wonderful images of herself, Laurie, and me for me to use in the video, and she sounds great, as always. She wrote a really cool story to go with the video that you can read on her accompanying post at https://wp.me/p30Tpb-9R4.

Halloween Kitties








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Nightmare on Elm Root Road

Reincarnation
Newborn into an elm root
Got mauled by a dog

Silence From The Frogs (Featuring Teagan Riordain Geneviene on Vocals)
Teagan was gracious enough to lend her beautiful voice to another of my original songs, Silence From The Frogs. I first published Silence Of The Frogs as a poem in 2017 while blogging on T & L Photos. I made the poem into a song in the summer of 2022. I first published the song with my vocals in February 2023. Teagan’s voice is a vast improvement over mine.

The tree trimmers cut the branch that fell on the powerline off the powerline but left it in the bamboo, still pulling down on the phone line. I have to duck under the phone line when I go out and in the gate. The tree trimmers worked late into the night, trimming the trees back from the powerlines and cutting the fallen branch off of it.

Pre-dawn

Dawn

Loki

Sunset

Dawn
Night To Day. Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price. Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene.
I played an unplugged version of Night To Day on my freshly restored Elvis Presley Harmony guitar in my farewell to 2023 video on New Year’s Eve. I later recorded the metal version and asked Teagan if she wanted to sing it. She wasn’t sure about singing metal, but Teagan is a good sport, and she is adventurous when it comes to art and music, so she dove into the metallic pool and nailed it. Her ethereal voice is perfect for the ghostly theme of Night To Day.
If you have trouble viewing the video, you can listen to the song on SoundCloud.
Night to Day
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Vocals by Teagan Riordain Geneviene
[Verse 1]
I saw Sun crash to the ground
It threw colors far and wide
With yellows into reds consumed
Swallowed up by ravenous blues
[Pre-chorus]
Dusk sang dirges to the dark
Clouds ignited a fiery show
[Chorus]
See the darkness
Nighttime’s falling
Time to slumber,
But ghosts are calling
Feel the darkness
Your skin starts crawling
Who can sleep when ghosts come calling
[Verse 2]
As embers meander through the night
Shadows creep under bright moonlight
Dawn wakes colors that light the sky
Painting darkness red, yellow, blue
[Pre-chorus]
Defeating darkness that’s Eos’ way
She breathes life into one more day
[Chorus]
See the light
Ghosts dissolving
Time to rise
A new day’s calling
Feel the light
Your skin stops crawling
When you’re up to see ghosts dissolving
[Bridge]
Night to day. Day to night
Flesh and spirits, in a moment, fight
For the right to live or die
Trading places, one sacrificed
[Outro]
See the darkness
Nighttime’s falling
Time to slumber
Ghosts come calling
See the light
A new day’s calling
Time to rise, see ghosts dissolving

Rio Samba

Altissimo

Guard hummingbird en garde



Spotted Towhee in the tree. House Finch lands in the same tree. Spotted Towhee chases House Finch away.

Spotted Towhee was all proud of himself.



Nora Owl flew over where I could get better shots of her this afternoon.



Walter and Willa were in the top of the cottonwood huddled up together and dozing on and off.



Osric Owl was trying to sleep with the wind blowing his ear tufts.

We have had persistent high winds since Thursday night. Several thunderstorms blew through this afternoon dropping a quarter inch of rain, and pelting us with marble sized hail.
