Beautiful composition, beautifully played!

so impressive Anibal - and your romantic side is so nice

This is Another Top Rated Music Work, Incredibly Excellent Piano playing technique ! excellent recording too with proper sound level !!!!!

It's kind of like the narrative track for a silent movie. You narrated a huge amount of events in this story. Technical and compositional perfection. Bravo!

Love your fantastic neo-romantic fantasy Anibal ✨❣️

Brilliant composition full of life and fantasy, well done Anibal!

when you are creating a composition do you think about something at that time? I really admire your creativity 🙂👏❤️

Fantastic story telling throughout your magical performance! It's like both hands are talking to each other!

As the old Soviet joke goes, “In the Soviet Union, we know what the future holds. It’s the past that’s always changing.”      (lyrics below, after the song description)                                             
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In this small, quaint college town, the town-gown relationship, for most of the 150 plus years since the college’s founding, had been productive.  The town benefited economically,  & students appreciated the town's charm, history & heritage.   Often on sunny days, classes of students would visit the park at the downtown square, brought by their history professors to learn not only of the town's history, but also about eleven young local men lost in America's Civil War, memorialized by the modest statue of a lone soldier, who had stood like a sentry at the the park's entrance since 1905.

But times change, don't they...
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More Americans died in the American Civil War than in any other war in our country's history, including each of the World Wars.  In my song, the word "Daughters" references the Daughters Of The Confederacy, a women's civic group formed in the 1890's by daughters (and wives & nieces) of men lost in that war.  The attached picture is the inscription on the base of a statue of a uniformed soldier, standing in a park in Dallas, Georgia, a small town 30 miles northwest of Atlanta.
                                                            



Lyrics....
My name is McKenzie, and Jenkins and Embry,
And eight other names you still hear in these parts,
For over a century, I stood quiet at the entry,
On East Main into Lafayette Park,
A plaque was engraved, told why I was placed,
On those gardened grounds,
In this Small American Town.

Commissioned in 1905,
By the Daughters for fathers who died,
I was erected to honor eleven so bold,
Not a single one knowing he’d never grow old,
On these boys account I’d forever stand proud,
Stand sturdy & stout,
In this Small American Town.

The kids from the college on Heritage Hill,
Would hold class in the park’s warm sunshine,
They learned of this cruel war we waged with ourselves,
How 600,000 had died,
And of eleven from here just about their age,
Small farmers & blacksmiths & craftsmen by trade,
None fought for cotton, not one owned a slave,
And they learned why the Daughters placed me on that mound,
To keep those boys’ memories around,
In this Small American Town.

But enlightened new students don’t meet in that space,
Through new glasses old wars just don’t look the same,
Now scholars say men who went off to that war,
Fought not out of duty, but hate,
I feared I’d be forgotten by Heritage Hill,
Yesterday’s soldiers, obscure battlefields,
But alas, rearranged history determined my fate,
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Wise men have long warned of changing the past,
Of purges & vengeance & iconoclasts,
Then one fateful night there was smoke rolling down from the Hill,

Quickly surrounded by torches of fire,
Cursing & spitting & rage in the air,
Rope round my shoulders, a cheer by the crowd,
I came crashing down to the ground….
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An uneasy quiet in the town since that day,
Hushed conversations about how things have changed,
But up on the Hill it’s all smiles & goodwill,
For it’s the 2nd weekend in May,
Ceremonial speeches, awards all around,
Uncles & aunts & parents in town,
To watch the sweet children who torched & burned me to the ground,
Be awarded their caps & their gowns,
In this Small American Town.

Small American Town

The ancient mystery about Men & Women, still trying to figure each other out!

Good luck w that xD

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Samples used

Ella Fitzgerald - You don't know what love is
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3zkYRDMidxA

SRV - Little Wing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=An4uDegHB8s

Steve Vai - Tender Surrender ( small samples )
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yw74sDWPH7U

Movie - Strangers when we meet (1960)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19JXVQoQVUw

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Remixed by LS / 2022.

Woman, stop asking me these difficult questions

Explicaciones Ignacio Labarca

Get Home
Written and performed by Todd Brown
Sonic adornments provided by Boxy https://soundcloud.com/boxy-683069948
All rights reserved 2/18/2023


All that we are
is not near or too far
all that we do
will not make us brand new

Take the ruby from my hand
and see how it glows
a thousand yesterdays will hold on tight
until we get home

We've travelled so far
not to know who we are
Curtains will fall
making clear to us all

Take the locket from my hand
and see how it shines
a thousand yesterdays won't make it last
until the end of time

I've waited so long
just to find
If you'd just

Take the ruby from my hand
and see how it glows
a thousand yesterdays will hold on tight
until we get home

Get Home

Although quite simple to record, it took me a few weeks to write down a text and sing it over this beautiful guitar piece from Neno J. I used the original title as an inspiration for the text.

Circle of Circles 

Planets move in the dome of stars in surprising ways.
Sometimes forward, sometimes backward  in the celestial orb.

Since perfect circles are the only way of gods,
Ptolemy used circles within circles 
to explain those planetary retrogressions.
That was such a powerful idea 
that Fourier would later use.
Indeed, any periodic smooth motion
can be described by a large enough set of epicycles.

And yet, it all became history, 
thanks to Copernic, Kepler and Newton.
The epicycles were cast out from heaven
by the Occam's razor curse.
And I'm trying to learn the sobering lesson:
Everything gets simpler 
when we don't place ourselves in the center.

Your perfect circles, woman, are the chosen shape of gods.
But will the Fast Fourier Transform ever explain your beauty?

I watch you move in this world of scars in surprising ways.
But what is forward and what is backward in this oblivious maze?

Circle Of Circles JFC (Over Neno J. Guitar Piece)

La Lumière

VIDEO - https://youtube.com/watch?v=5JUbgHo_9rc&feature=sharea

“You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” – Buddha
“Know thyself” - Socrates

Mood Exhibit -  Realization [video link in description]

"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness."   Lamentations 3:22-23 (ESV)

Grateful for every new morning, every new year, and the chance to begin again.  Best wishes to all in 2024!

Morning Praise

Rain Drop(Ambient Mix & Looped)

Space

Piano composition by Anibal Seminara 
Image by Many Souffan

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Fantasía En Fa Mayor

Compositions for piano with some influence from classical music, American songbook, jazz and other styles.
All compositions written by Anibal Seminara.

Fantasía En Fa Mayor

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