Name: Herb Moon by APi_ZZ
Duration: 8 min 5 s
Description: The full moon of July 10th, 2025, is named Buck Moon or Herb Moon. The latter one inspired Annie (https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut) to provide glorious lyrics and her narrational talents. Everything else we created and arranged by me.

Such a beautiful arrangement, AP, and the sax is dreamily joyful (if that's a thing? 😊)

This strange soundscape is beautifully immersive — it transports you to another world. The layering of textures, subtle transitions, and ambient atmosphere create a space that feels both intimate and expansive, enhanced by the voice of Annie Well done my dear friend, nice to meet you and follow you now 👍

This reminds me of that hippie chick that use to be on KPFA-FM in Berkeley. She would come on in the afternoon and share growing tips and current growth cycles of herbs in poetry.  Of course, that was a long time ago back in the 70s ( what a hoot 😄❤️)

Rain All Night

This work was composed specifically for The Viola Commissioning Circle (VCC) Composer Prize based in London.

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🎵 Title: Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace
🎼 Composer: Michael Herter

🕒 Duration: 05:07
🐢 Tempo: Slow
🎻 Genre: Classical / Neoclassical / Soundtrack
🎧 Mood: Romantic, Emotional, Poetic
🎬 Video: https://youtu.be/2qpfngZPqsU

📝 Description
"Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace" is a chamber composition for eight instruments, deeply rooted in the expressive tradition of the Russian musical school, profoundly inspired by the legacies of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky and Georgy Sviridov. The piece seeks to capture the ephemeral beauty of memory, weaving an atmosphere of tender melancholy and quiet contemplation, as if illuminated by the delicate glow of a winter landscape.

At its heart lies the theme of nostalgia — a longing for moments lost, expressed through a lyrical dialogue between the strings (first and second violins, viola, cello, and double bass) and the poignant timbre of the winds (flute, oboe, and clarinet). The strings evoke heartfelt emotions, whispering tales of cherished recollections, while the winds add a breath of airy lightness and a subtle shimmer of hope. The double bass provides a resonant foundation, grounding the composition in the timeless embrace of the natural world.

This work transcends a specific narrative, instead inviting listeners on an emotional journey — a meditation on the fleeting nature of time, the enduring power of the human spirit, and the universal search for harmony. "Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace" is a sonic painting, a tapestry of sound designed to stir the soul and awaken the imagination. It’s a testament to the beauty found within stillness, and a celebration of the delicate balance between joy and sorrow.

🎼 Key: A-Dur | Time Signature: 3/4 | Tempo: Varies bpm

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CLASSICAL and NEOCLASSICAL

Lingering Light in Winter’s Embrace

Para escuchar la versión con Mara Oldfield  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/voy-a-volver-atras-con-voz
Para escuchar la versión instrumental  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/voy-a-volver-atras
Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/voy-a-volver-atras-ac

VOY A VOLVER ATRÁS

Juan Ignacio de Pano Maynar.

En un hueco del tiempo
no sé en qué frío
se me quedó perdido
el temblor de tu cuerpo
cuando mis besos 
buscaban nido
entre tus labios tibios.

En el eco de un verso
de madrugada
se me quedó callada
la canción de tu pecho
cuando mi cara 
se recostaba 
en su infinito cielo.

Estribillo

Voy a volver atrás 
con mi arrogancia al borde del camino
a rescatar mis sueños del olvido.
Voy a ir en tu busca a ese lugar
en que aún sigo vivo.(bis)

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En una umbría calle
de lejanías
se me quedó dormida
tu manera de amarme
cuando la tarde
nos convertía
en rosas encendidas.

Estribillo

I'M GOING TO GO BACK

Juan Ignacio de Pano Maynar.

In a gap in time
I don't know in what cold
the trembling of your body was lost to me
when my kisses
sought a nest
between your warm lips.

In the echo of a verse
at dawn
the song of your chest fell silent
when my face
rested
on its infinite sky.

Chorus

I'm going to go back
with my arrogance at the side of the road
to rescue my dreams from oblivion.
I'm going to look for you, to that place
where I still live. (repeat)

----------

On a shady street
of distances
your way of loving me fell asleep
when the afternoon
turned us
into burning roses.

Chorus

Voy a volver atrás (Feat. MV)

LOADSTONE

Paroles et chant de Jean-Paul Gaido-Daniel
Musique de Myckaël Marcovic
Photomontage d'après le tableau Coin de table, d'Henri Fantin-Latour. 1872
Hommage à Léo Ferré qui a rendu lui-même hommage à Paul Verlaine et Arthur Rimbaud.

Ne pleure pas, Léo,
Mon Léo, mon ami
Léo de la passion
Naufragé de la vie,
Tu changes de couleur
Avec Paris Canaille 
Quand tu souffles la vie
Et la folie des hommes

Refrain :
Au musée des tourments
Les copains de la Neuille
Sont toujours de la fête
Quand tu viens nous chanter
Verlaine et puis Rimbaud
Dans un vieux bordel tango
Quand tu viens nous chanter
Rimbaud et puis Verlaine

Ne pleure pas, Léo, 
Va, porté par le vent,
Rejoindre le chagrin
D’amour et de pitiés
Dans tes rêves cachés
Pour ce moment royal
Les poètes maudits
Te saluent tout là-haut
(refrain)

Ne pleure pas, Léo,
Que le temps passe vite
Mais nous, on t’oublie pas
Toi, le messie de l’âme
Arrivé de la nuit
Ami du temps présent
Tu reviendras un jour
Danser sous les étoiles

Refrain :
Au musée des tourments
Les copains de la Neuille
Seront tous de la fête
Quand on verra chanter
Verlaine et puis Rimbaud
Dans un vieux bordel tango
Quand tu viendras chanter
Rimbaud et puis Verlaine
La la la la la la (4X)
Quand on verra chanter
Dans un vieux bordel tango
Quand tu feras danser
Verlaine avec Rimbaud

Tribute to Léo Ferré, the famous French singer who himself paid tribute to Paul Verlaine and Arthur Rimbaud, two great French poets.

Don't cry, Léo,
My Léo, my friend,
Léo of passion,
Shipwrecked by life,
You change color
With Paris Canaille 
When you breathe life
And the madness of men

Chorus:
At the museum of torment,
The friends of La Neuille
Are always partying
When you come to sing us
Verlaine and then Rimbaud
In an old tango brothel
When you come to sing us
Rimbaud and then Verlaine

Don't cry, Léo, 
Go, carried by the wind,
To join the sorrow
Of love and pity
In your hidden dreams
For this royal moment
The cursed poets
Salute you from above
(chorus)

Don't cry, Léo,
Time passes quickly
But we won't forget you
You, the messiah of the soul
Arriving from the night
Friend of the present moment
You will return one day
To dance under the stars

Chorus:
At the museum of torments
The friends of La Neuille
Will all be at the party
When we see singing
Verlaine and then Rimbaud
In an old tango brothel
When you come to sing
Rimbaud and then Verlaine
La la la la la la (4X)
When we see singing
In an old tango brothel
When you make dancing
Verlaine with Rimbaud

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Ne pleure pas, Léo

Ta 25ième heure, l'heure à laquelle tu décides de vivre ta passion.Lorsque l'on fait une activité qu'on aime le temps est toujours trop court et jamais assez long.

Your 25th hour, the time at which you decide to live your passion. When doing an activity that we like, the time is always too short and never long enough.

Ta 25e heure

Tu l'imagines
Mais tu plies l'échine… toujours!

Cet espoir de bonheur
Te reviens à chaque heure… à chaque heure.

(Mais tu te dis…)
Souvent trop longues
Jamais trop courtes
Peu importe elles s'écoulent

Tu rêves de cet instant
Pour traverser ces moments… plus librement.
Toutes ces journées à labourer
Pour construire ce paradis… tant souhaité.

(Mais tu te dis…)
Souvent trop longues
Jamais trop courtes
Peu importe elles s'écoulent s’écoulent s’écouleeeeent

Jamais trop longues
Souvent trop courtes
L'important c'est que tu t'écoutes
Voilà l'instant
Ici le moment
C’est l’heure
De ta 25e heure

Solo

Celle qui t'appartient
La réalisation de ton destin
L'instant de bonheur
Ta passion à toutes heures… à toutes heures

(Mais tu te dis…)
Jamais trop longues
Souvent trop courtes
L’important c’est que tu y touches
Le temps présent
Le temps constant
Voilà l'instant
Ici le moment
C’est l’heure
De ta 25e heure


Ta 25ième heure

The full moon of July 10th, 2025, is named Buck Moon or Herb Moon. The latter one inspired Annie (https://soundcloud.com/annie-dieu-le-veut) to provide glorious lyrics and her narrational talents. Everything else we created and arranged by me. 

Herb Moon

By pressing play
you agree to
1. Become a lifelong devotee of this artist
2. Stream everything, even the weird side projects
3. Comment: "Genius"
4. Buy vinyl
Even if you don't own a turntable
Especially if you don't own a turntable

You tapped the beat? That's binding
You laughed? That's proof of consent
By tapping your foot in a public place
you now owe me your attention
until my artistic phase ends
or I fake my death for press

No refunds
No complaints
No skipping the outro

Clause 7b: You will defend me in comment sections
Clause 9: You will quote me in arguments you barely understand
Clause 12: Your soul remains mine
in perpetuity
plus royalties

She ate the fries
He bought the fries
Boom - contract

Somewhere between ketchup
and that third laugh
she apparently co-signed
his entire fantasy

Her wrist brushed his wrist
now she's liable
for his unmet expectations
plus damages

Didn't read the menu?
Still binding
Smiled politely?
That's consent

These are the terms
These are the traps
You clicked "I agree"
without reading the map
No opt-out clause
No human review
By being polite
you said "I do"

Hired on a handshake
you just sold your Sundays
Your dreams?
They've been repurposed
for synergy

The job title said "Creative"
but it meant
"Copy, paste, obey"
You clock in?
You vanish
You breathe in cubicle gray

Your spine?
Company property
Your passion?
A performance metric

See Appendix D
for how to smile on Zoom
while crying on mute
See Section 19
on swallowing your rage
without leaving trace

These are the terms
These are the binds
You didn't negotiate
you were just being kind
Now your silence is debt
Your patience is proof
Your signature's inked
in the sweat of your youth

By hearing this
you acknowledge
All transactions are final
All expectations are assumed
All resistance
is a breach of contract

Thank you for your compliance!

Terms and Conditions

A cover song i did on the the latest RARE album.

State of Independence.

ETHEREAL AMBIENT SOUNDSCAPES INSPIRED BY GAME OF THRONES AND THE  LORD OF THE RINGS AND MANY OTHERS. RELAX, ENJOY AND DRIFT AWAY.

ETHEREAL - ELOWEN BY STARLIGHT

we have sat waiting for someone to connect. it always seems to take forever

Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...

Herb Moon

APi_ZZ

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