I could listen to this all night,beautiful work

Love it, nostalgiac as well as otherworldly

I've never been but this feels like an invitation I can't refuse.

Rich work . Evocative . Fits the picture .bravo Anexa :) 

Unreachable.

I've started this song last autumn.

I wanted to express the repetitive attempt to touch what remains out of reach. Physically. Mentally. Locked from the outside. Locked from the inside.  When the words are missing. When the meaning is nowhere. 
To go on. Try. Again and again.

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Enso

Unreachable

I want to try to get a natural and relaxed sound without clutter. The flowing guitar (arpeggio) supported by  double bass and lot of the melody interest is also in a higher bass register.  Lots of acoustic tones. Subtle drum beats give movement and push.  Sometimes more is less?  What do you think?

Light On A Stream

Gurdjieff / Hartmann -  Kurd Shepherd Melody - violin

'Was It Something I Said' is a Scots Celtic influenced Ambient Piece. For those quieter listening moments.

Or Is It All An Illusion

Was It Something I Said

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Sing in Blue  for the Voice of the Sea….    

Like a bird on the road, that has flown too far
feathers stiff, stuck in the gun-metal tar
like a ship out to sea where the people have fled
leaving food warm and waiting, words left to be said

I went walking one day on the turn of the tide    
felt a seeping of blood warming up from inside
Sing in Blue Sing in Blazing, in Sky Colours too
for the voice of the sea holds a memory true

There are faces there dreaming, just beyond reach
voices crooning in golden on a dream-shadow beach
It’s a calling, a drawing, it’s a pink spiral shell
whisper ocean, I hear you in a far away bell

I went walking one day on the turn of the tide    
felt a seeping of blood warming up from inside
Sing in Blue Sing in Blazing, in Sky Colours too
for the voice of the sea holds a memory true

Draw in deeper my darling, draw in wild, draw in wet
for there’s things here a-thriving, that you’ve tried to forget
And they watch as you pass, your body moves by
The yellow-head gannet slides clean through the sky
to the belly of sea and the beat of the sun
running faster we dance as the water colours run..

I went walking one day on the turn of the tide    
felt a seeping of blood warming up from inside
Sing in Blue Sing in Blazing, in Sky Colours too
for the voice of the sea holds a memory true

This is essentially an acoustic track – I was in a bit of a ‘dark celtic’ mode and I’ve been exploring how to play a wooden bass recorder (plus descant and alto) and have also included the ocean as an instrument… I recorded the waves/gulls on the beach where I originally wrote the song – how’s that for synergy??   it was a tricky mix I can tell you!!  The cello added some more grunt… well,  no synths in this piece!!  
That big recorder sure takes a lot of air to play it… but I love that hooty haunting sound… what do you think?  


Sing In Blue... for The Voice Of The Sea

Music: Oddrun Eikli and Arne Hiorth
voice: Oddrun
trumpet: Arne
A musical image from Norwegian nature.
From "Stemmen", Skorpevatnet i Muslandsvåg. 
A musical memory, with my grandmother Olava. 
Photo: Oddrun

Stemmen. Oddrun Eikli and Arne Hiorth

Remastered by Houman (https://soundcloud.com/houmans)

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Ghostly Dance

This composition was inspired by a reading of the poem, "The Swan" by Mary Oliver.

The Swan

Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river?
Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air -
An armful of white blossoms,
A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned
into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies,
Biting the air with its black beak?
Did you hear it, fluting and whistling
A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall
Knifing down the black ledges?
And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds -
A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet
Like black leaves, its wings Like the stretching light of the river?
And did you feel it, in your heart, how it pertained to everything?
And have you too finally figured out what beauty is for?
And have you changed your life?

So Says the Swan

Day in Petersburg

Music: Classical Glass and Oddrun Eikli
Poem: by Emily Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848)
Pianocomposition and arrangement : Classical Glass. @classicalglass-1
Composition for the vocal, photo and vocal: Oddrun Eikli.

Poem: by Emily Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848)
All hushed and still within the house;
Without – all wind and driving rain;
But something whispers to my mind,
Through rain and through the wailing wind,
Never again.
Never again? Why not again?
Memory has power as real as thine

Emily Jane Brontë (30 July 1818 – 19 December 1848) was an English novelist and poet who is best known for her only novel, Wuthering Heights, now considered a classic of English literature. She also published one book of poetry with her sisters Charlotte and Anne titled Poems by Currer, Ellis and Acton Bell with her own poems finding regard as poetic genius.

Day in Petersburg

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