Original rock music.
Hi, I'm Marcel. I'm just a simple guy with a passion for music. I have a healthy respect for all genres but Rock music is really my thing.
Born in Kamloops, I now live in West Kelowna.
What more can I say, it's not about me, it's about the music and it's about the art. Music should be more than just listening, it should be an experience, like an aircraft ride or something.
Lyrics
Way back a long time ago in ancient history,
There was a hard-working man who lived in misery,
His name was Jack, he had a knack, he had a time,
When he strung a long stick with a bunch of fine woven line.
And he played, all night, by the fire,
It woke his soul, it made it brighter,
and he played all night, he didn't tire,
It made him feel alive, it took him higher.
His friends next door, heard him playing through the night,
They joined right in with voices singing out of site,
Banging on a jug for drums, in the fire's light,
They played in harmony, they played with all their might.
And they played, all night, by the fire,
It woke their souls, it made them brighter,
And they played all night, they didn't tire,
It made them feel alive, It took them higher.
By now the whole neighborhood, was right outside the door,
They cheered and sang along, and cried out for more,
Their sanity and hapiness, was restored,
No longer was existence barren and so poor.
