Name: The Truth by Alta Mihartescu
Duration: 1 min 28 s
Description: Triadic composition in 20th century style. Post-tonal techniques using vertical non conventional layered triadic structures.

Triadic composition in 20th century style. Post-tonal techniques using vertical non conventional layered triadic structures.

The Truth

Yes, No, Maybe So

Penumbra, Antumbra, Umbra

A prayer made of prime numbers.
A fact: "ghrian" means "sun" in Irish.
A fun fact: In the Connacht province, it's sort of pronounced "gian", which happens to be the word for "sun" in the ancient Mochica language.

†ॐ

Music composed and performed by Thomas O'Higgins Horna.
Cover picture by me.

Ghrian

Blues from the Breeze

This track was made with CS 80,  Propheti V, Modullarr3, Emulatôr V.
Graphics was made with Ai

Story about a Meeting of two flutes and a bird under an oak. ....

In a Forest

Zpeters: Music
Dollar Store Batman: Vocals & Guitar
Witches of the Alamo: Lyrics & Mixing

Lyrics:

In Tulsa's dawn, a fractured tale unfolds,  
A chasm deep, where silence holds
Streets whisper of a past, once torn,  
In the morning's light, history's reborn

Eyes open wide, on this quiet ride,  
The hidden scars, we can't abide
Beneath the steeples, judgments made,  
In this city's heart, the debts unpaid

Shadows stretch, where the lost find rest,  
Hidden from daybreak, in the city's breast
Against the facade of faith's high spires,  
The contrast sharp, of unmet desires

Driving through, the narrative clear,  
Of divides deep, we've come to fear
In the light of dawn, so raw and real,    
The city's wounds, time never heals

Whispers of equity, drowned in the din,  
Tulsa's facade, a veneer so thin
Beneath the gloss, a bitter divide,  
Where hope's silhouette, is starkly denied

Beneath the facade, the fractures lie,  
Tulsa whispers, beneath the open sky
In every dawn, a lingering spite,  
Shadows cast long, in the morning light

Old City

Old City (w/ Zpeters & Hollywood Worm)

Samples voices : « Who I am ? » (Alan Walker).

SAVE ALL YOUR TEARS.wav

Big Bang

Photo: El Alto, La Paz, Bolivia, 2013.

This track is formed from three musical ideas that seemed to belong together with the opening theme repeated towards the end. If you get the time listen to it end to end, thanks.

Drums: NI Rudiments.
Bass: Warwick 5-string Corvette through NI Guitar Rig.
Guitars: Godin Montreal Thinline Archtop with flats through a few instances of NI Guitar Rig.
Keys: various NI, Spitfire (piano), Crow Hill (Small String Gestures and Celeste-a-tone) and Arturia Wurli.
Mastering: Ozone 10 Standard.
DAW: Ableton 12.

Night Air

I wrote this very quickly - that's not a brag, as I don't normally write so fast, but it happens once in a while, and for some reason these songs turn out better than the ones I spend more time thinking through.  I spent 15 minutes or so writing the lyrics last night, and 5 mins today writing the melody (15/5/24).  I uploaded it within 24 hours of writing because I just wanted to finish it in some way on account of feeling very pleased with it.  

It's meaningful without trying to be, in a tired moment before bed, keying into several things I've been thinking a lot about recently.   Anyway, all being well the lyrics will explain what's what.  I didn't want to overdo the arrangement, given that I wanted the lyrics to ring out.  A couple of noises from a dusty old rig have been inserted, which felt right to me, kind of is me really, and with that, I'll leave it there. 

Lyrics

I might as well write something nice
Just for a change, should not think twice
But where to go, could throw a dice
A little more light could be worth the price

Even if I can’t quite think
My lazy eye fixed on the drink
Could snap my fingers force a blink 
Then slip into a cheeky wink

Might find it takes no time at all
Get something big from something small
Could just kick back a few old walls
And in this mess find some new tools

And if I somehow don’t break through
If I work hard there’s something new
The underside of this old shoe
Might show some holes that I could use     

***  (intro)                     

There’s nothing much to these old days
But surely I’ll find other ways
To feel much better in this place
To shift the gears upon my face

It’s sometimes hard to see the light
But could go out, it’s not a fight
I really should stop thinking twice
Before I really pay the price

So many ways for me to move
Not like each step is gonna lose
Might not be much here I could choose
But could still break free from the blues

Could just reframe what I recall
This glass half empty now half full
Don’t need to change that much at all
Just need to redress some old rules - those rules, those rules!

In Search of Something Nice (2024)

Edgy concert music composer with a high interest in atonal, serial, polyrhythmic, microtonal, spectral, and experimental music productions.

The Truth

Alta Mihartescu

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