SEEKINGAccordion, Lead Guitar, Upright bass.
I'm looking to assemble some musicians who don't take themselves too seriously (but do take music seriously). We'll play some of my songs, some of yours, and collaborate on new material. I've played music my whole life (classical, swing, folk, celtic, blues, latin) but only recently recorded my first collection of original songs. Looking for people to play: drums/percussion, guitar, bass, accordion, keyboard, and sing. (I sing in english and spanish, and play violin and electric baritone ukelele). I'd also join a band if project is open to playing my material too. if interested please contact: chonduras or 413-657-0359
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Lhasa; Pixies; Rickie Lee Jones; Michael Hurley; Milton Nascimento; Talking Heads; PJ Harvey; Aterciopelados; Blondie; Bach; Joni Mitchel; The Meters; David Bowie; Dan Reeder; Laurie Anderson; The Pogues; Toasted Heretic; Cafe Tacuva; Regina Spektor; Julieta Vanegas;
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acoustic instruments of all sorts.
If Year: 2011 Album: Dutiful Daughter Genre: Punk
I travel a lot for work and wrote this one on the airplane
Letters from Berlin
Letters from Berlin Year: 2011 Album: Dutiful Daughter Genre: Acoustic
I song I constructed out of fragments of letters received from a friend in Berlin.
El FuegoEn memoria de los fallecidos, Febrero 14, 2012, Granja Penal, Comayagua, Honduras. Con 360 muertos, fue el fuego penitenciario más mortal de la historia. Entre los muertos estaban las esposas de encarcelados en visita conyugal./// With a death toll of 360, this is the deadliest prison fire in recorded history. Among the dead were the spouses of inmates on conjugal visits. The song image is by: http://catrosie.deviantart.com/art/The-Burning-Heart-41207663
Shopping in Dubai
Shopping in Dubaiwords and music by Camille Collins Lovell
What Can I Sing?
What Can I Sing?What can I sing that hasn't been sung? There's nothing new under the sun. What can I say that hasn't been said? Everything's old inside my head. Love is worn-out, rhymes are passe. All the metaphors are cliche. What can I tell that hasn't been told? How will I spin my straw into gold? You've heard it before and you'll hear it again. It's all derivative, we borrow we lend. So I'll sing for myself. I won't fret anymore. I'll sing in the shower and I'll sing on the floor. This track is from the album Dutiful Daughter and is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/simon10
Just Another Song
Just Another SongThis track is from the album Dutiful Daughter and is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/simon10
Waiting For The End
Waiting For The EndI find myself alone, again. Somewhere along the coast. No one even looks at me. I feel like a ghost. There's nothing I can say to make the world a better place. I just want to run and hide. I just want to see your face. But you're so far. You live on a distant star. You're so far that I cannot reach you. Now I'm in that big city. I'm not alone but I might as well be. People everywhere I turn but they're in love with their iphones. We are all, all alone. We are all, all alone. I wake up and I'm on the bus. I realize that there are seven billion of us. So much consciousness. Holy Shit. What a mess. You live on some distant star. Far away, so far, too far. Here we are at home again, just waiting for the end. (words/music by Camille, written 2010 in Maputo, Mozambique)
AkrasiaIf my life were a movie and I were watching myself in it, I would tell me not to do what I'm about to do right now. It's an obvious mistake. turn around now, before it's too late. If my life were a movie I'd watch through my fingers wishing that girl could hear me, somehow. But one thing I have learned, there is a point of no return and once you get there, there's no more time for thinking twice. Something else I've found in the time I've been around is that if you get there fast you dont even have to listen to your own advice.
Dicen QueDesde niño te prometen que podrás ser lo que queras, Presidente, futbolista, empresario o estrella del rock and roll Solo falta, segun ellos, perseguir tu sueno No te dicen, no no no, no te dicen que el mundo es ajeno Dicen que soñar no cuesta nada, oh mi corazon. Como duele ver morir los sueños. Cuesta hasta la razon. (CCL 2010)
Isis y Osiris
Isis y OsirisCanción para la resistencia hondureña, y para las mujeres y hombres valientes, como Bertha Cáceres, que han dado sus vidas para defendiendo la vida.
Vidrio Rotoletra: Camila y Fernando Rey musica: Camila bateria Aaron guitarra: Omar bajo: Julio grabado: El Tono 2010 mix: M.Agoglia 2012
Letters from Berlin
Letters from BerlinMusic: Camille Collins Lovell. This words are fragments taken from letters sent to me from a dear friend in Berlin. Except for the chorus which is from Greil Marcus, as quoted by situationist Raoul Vaneigem, then used by Christopher Wool in a painting, a poster of which ended up in my correspondent’s apartment in Berlin, and eventually, came to me in the letters. Recoded at El Tono Studio in Tegucigalpa, Honduras, 2010 It’s spring here now. Everything is green and pink and powerful. I wake up and I cannot stand the thought of not doing extraordinary things. I have so much energy but then it fades and pretty soon I find I’ve spent another day without leaving a mark. I wish someone would ask me to help them with something. The show is over. The audience gets up to leave their seats. It’s time to collect their coats and go home now. They turn around. The show is over. The audience gets up to leave their seats. It’s time to collect their coats and go home now. But there are no more coats, no more home. It’s quite late here but I’m not I’m tired. Maybe I should go to sleep, brush my teeth and all that but I’m lazy and afraid of feeling lonely in the bathroom. I wish something really exciting would happen in my life, something that makes brushing my teeth easier at night. After we talked yesterday I got in bed, turned on the TV and there was Bob Dylan talking about one of his songs. He said “I didn’t know whether the song was good or bad, it just felt right.” It sounded like a message just for you and me, coming through the TV.
Aquellos Diciembre (Como Mataremos a San Nicolas)
Aquellos Diciembre (Como Mataremos a San Nicolas)
IfIf this plane does crash and I return to ashes Please know I expired with few regrets, arms open wide As we fast approach the ground, we all might float around while the others pray, I hope I’ll have this to say If I die today, it would be ok I’ve had more than my share of pretty boys with fine long hair oh I do not mean to boast but I’ve been luckier than most And though I’m often blue, I get to dance and sing, and laugh and drink and screw So if that truck hits me Or that falling tree I can say quite honestly That life’s been really good to me If my house burns down or cancerous cells are found I’ll try not to complain Though I must admit I’m afraid of pain Please don’t get me wrong, I hope my life goes on and on… But when it is my turn I hope I will have learned To let it go.Oh If I die today, it would be ok Cause I can plainly see that I’m part of you and you’re part of me