The Freedom Of The Moon
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Poem by Robert Frost
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one…
Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.
The Freedom Of The Moon
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Poem by Robert Frost
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one…
The Freedom Of The Moon
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Poem by Robert Frost
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one…
Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care?
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I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
There is almost no snow this year, it appears for some time from nowhere and immediately disappears. I look at this all out the window, and found myself looking more and more often back at the past experience. Is this a sign of age? Hmm, I certainly…
Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care?
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I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
I was always more the actor.... we should make more time to lay in a field watching the Larks play with the sky wondering the unanswerable questions in life
Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world.
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A Late Walk
Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world.
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A Late Walk
Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world.
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A Late Walk
Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
Early weekend morning. Sleep longer. Dreams mix with reality, everything is filled with bright happiness as in childhood. Or is it a cheerful ray of sunshine dancing?
To share with the world the joy of the free flow of the piano.
For Tess.
Early weekend morning. Sleep longer. Dreams mix with reality, everything is filled with bright happiness as in childhood. Or is it a cheerful ray of sunshine dancing?
To share with the world the joy of the free flow of the piano.
For Tess.
Reading a book
From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
Reading a book
From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
We wait, we count days, hours, minutes to the expected. With desire, with anxiety, with apprehension, with calm. Do we live during the count, in the intervals between events that we're waiting for, one after another? Probably, something unconscious…
Reading a book
From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
We wait, we count days, hours, minutes to the expected. With desire, with anxiety, with apprehension, with calm. Do we live during the count, in the intervals between events that we're waiting for, one after another? Probably, something unconscious…
Hope for, and then despair from the misunderstanding of You by other people gives way to the realization of the fact that you are always alone. And all living creatures around you, too. The real miracle is not the tricks of preachers, but the…
The epochs are changing, the kaleidoscope of events is spinning faster and faster. The horizon of events, as the beginning of the rainbow, is not possible to reach. Which does not mean that there is no way for others.
The epochs are changing, the kaleidoscope of events is spinning faster and faster. The horizon of events, as the beginning of the rainbow, is not possible to reach. Which does not mean that there is no way for others.
Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
The closing number.
Lockdown:
We don't get to choose our days or chase our past
We only get the ones, we've made to cast
but there are things I'd say if I could
and If I was a better man
but under lockdown all I have...
Sweet end…
Ok, I have decided to put it here. It is a stretch containing several ideas, it falls apart here and there (especially at 3:10), but I think the atmosphere shines through.
Hope I can return to it in a couple of weeks (when my head is clear…
We went to visit my dad at his assisted living facility and they have a Yamaha Clavinova on which I improvised for a half hour to provide some entertainment. This is a ~ 3 minute excerpt from about half way through. This was recorded on my Zoom…
Solo acoustic finger picking thing I've been working on for a while. Sometime around 1968 I started studying with Mr. George Bennett who taught me the rudiments of finger picking. Later when we played some gigs together he also taught me the rudiments…
Solo acoustic finger picking thing I've been working on for a while. Sometime around 1968 I started studying with Mr. George Bennett who taught me the rudiments of finger picking. Later when we played some gigs together he also taught me the rudiments…
An old Rodeo cowboy thinking about his life, and how he'll get to the next Rodeo to maybe make some money.
I was traveling down the interstate and happened to look out my window. Just by chance this fellow in an old pickup truck passed us. In…
last eve there was a beautiful moon
dancing in a blue black sky
outside my piano room, it called to me
this tune is a one take playful moment, loosely based on the main theme from the 2nd mov of my piano sonata,,, i only toned down about…
Many nebulae form from the gravitational collapse of gas in the interstellar medium. As the material collapses under its own weight, massive stars may form in the center, and their ultraviolet radiation ionises the surrounding gas, making it visible…
Written August 29, 2009 and Recorded March 22, 2010
Details: Epiphone Les Paul (DADGAD, Capo III), Seymour Duncan Pickups, POD XT, Boss RC-20 Looper, Audacity...all fingers, no picks.
I don't normally repeat myself, but when I sat down tonight…
I don't normally repeat myself too, but when I sat down to listen this melody first thing that came to me was peaceful elegy. Thank you Doug. I' m dreaming about to collaborate with you somehow.
Matter Of Fate- This song started as a riff I was doing while tuning my guitar. It sounded cool, so I happened to record it on a small dictation recorder I have so I wouldn’t forget it. When I listened to the riff it just screamed Sticky Fingers…
Written and Recorded: Feb 28, 2010
Details: Epiphone Les Paul (FBbEbGCF, FBbEbGDbF, Capo III), Seymour Duncan Pickups, POD XT, Boss RC-20 Looper, Audacity...all fingers, no picks.
Last track for RPM 2010, and by far my favorite of the batch…
The vodka, ahhh. One of 3 that I recorded to a dimming flashlight during a power outage.
One take into the Micro BR hole with some harmony and noodle overdubs.
Vodka
I want the vodka
'Cause I know it's gonna make me play better…
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Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.
Bravo! Sir ...Bravo! I say
Beautiful ........
I'd forgotten what it was like listening to your pieces. Magical.
Wow
I was always more the actor.... we should make more time to lay in a field watching the Larks play with the sky wondering the unanswerable questions in life
Robert has a way with his words, as Igor does with the keys on the piano. Wonderful!
Very beautiful, and the poem is beautiful as well and they fit together niecely.
Utterly stunning..! Beauty and art won't save the world but they'll make it a better place while we destroy it.
Absolutely gorgeous..! Brilliantly paired with the words from Frost.
*feeling blessed*
Thank you so much X
Stunning...read on!
Very nice! 👍🏻
Magnificent! I could have this on repeat all day long.
Like watching nature’s beauty unfold during an autumn sunrise. This is amazing.
I've been studying piano for three years now. Here is why.
Love the slightly dissonant areas. Matches your description so effectively. Thank you
Gorgeous! I can see dancers spinning spinning and spinning...
Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
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~swan-song's closing credits~
~...and his call sign "radio neon". On air, now...~
~What did you dream?~It's all right, We told you what to dream~ ~ Welcome to the machine~Since you're Last Guest~
~September is your month, though~
Clavinova is a cool instrument w/top sound and keyb quality. I have one :-)
Here I'm agreed with Bethan.
That's good. Like it. How...now do-o-w... Here to stay.
~slow massive comin'~
~Soundscape from peaceful metropolis. City, which is not.~
...and - Cheers!
To say "thank you" in time ... It's rarely possible, I would say.
So beautiful americana here! Like it.
~Outside Night Elegy~
...fluffy gravity of fluffy clouds...
I don't normally repeat myself too, but when I sat down to listen this melody first thing that came to me was peaceful elegy. Thank you Doug. I' m dreaming about to collaborate with you somehow.
Bit more keyboards :-) and "Boston" will reborn here. I like it. You're American Rocker, yeahh...
I'm a whisky drinker, too.
...I don't know why. I like it, really.
That one I really like, Doug. Here you're at your best, Doug. I like layers...
Prost!