Its a very subjective opinion,but for me the deepest level of musical subtleties are rooted in human suffering,yearnings and enjoyments,but still in mysterious ways pointing away from these cravings and longings towards a realm of the yet unexperienced,the unspeakable,the beyond where logic has no meaning.This composition points in this direction for me,and its wonderful and slightly scary and impossible to understand.

a very nice soundtrack and orchestration!

Beautiful track great sounds and mix, a mysterious musical landscape.

Fantastic Sonic Separation and Development.

Good to hear again - love the melancholic mood, sort of electrified by the instrumentation, particularly the precise piano line - excellent - thank you! - ( and a great poem, anything from Shelley! )

A beautiful poetic journey 💖😍🍀✨🙏🎧🎶

My offering for the Insatiable Void “Angel” remix open collab- 
https://soundcloud.com/insatiable-void/sets/open-collab-remix-for-angel

It took great discipline to not use the awesome percussion from the original track, but I know if I did, I could not have achieved this particular Mood.

Insatiable Void - Angel  [Mood Exhibit Mercy remix]

Available also on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0XOrQByl8cNK5pWGSY21xt?si=4d1e6bd4e5024a55

Nu myth

Raw Emotions XIX

Built with Spitfire Audio's BBCSO Pro and 8Dio's Insolidus Choir. Uses Woodwinds (the full set!) and the Cymbals.

Image by LevaNevsky Pixabay

#oneorchestra

The Colours Of Wind

In our troubled times, let's try to have fun, as in the days of Louis XIV - the "Sun King" :)))

Baroque Contest

As each November approaches I try to make my own little Remembrance-time tribute.  Seems more relevant as each year passes...

Following the huffing and puffing empire lunacy in the summer of 1914, the next four years would see 40 million casualties, half of them deaths and of those, half were civilian.  

40 million.

40 million tales of poignancy, pain, grief and human tragedy, through times that can often seem littered with coincidence, symmetries …. bookends and mirrors.

In the Military Cemetery of St Symphorien near Mons rests John Parr.  At only five foot three inches and several years under age he (amazingly) managed to enlist in 1912 - hoping to see the world, and get the advertised “two square meals” a day.  He was the first British Army casualty, killed in the battle of Mons aged just 17, his body left behind, fate unknown until much later in the conflict;  the army unable to answer his mother’s letters of enquiry about her “silent” son.

By pure coincidence, John lies just a few yards from the last British soldier to die in the great war.  George Ellison served for four long years including at the same first battle of Mons as John, and most of the famously grinding, attritional infantry battles of the conflict.  His working life bookended by military service, George had first enlisted in 1902, leaving the army in 1912, just as John joined, he became a coal miner, re-enlisting at the outbreak of war to dig mud not coal and fight from trenches he helped excavate.  George was killed just 90 minutes before the armistice took effect at 11:00 on the 11th day of the 11th month.  The futility of the conflict was cruelly illustrated by the fact that George’s war had started and ended at exactly the same place, Mons in Belgium.  They had literally gone nowhere.

As a postscript to progress since "the war to end all wars" the human race is currently reckoned to be engaged in 7 major wars, 15 significant ongoing conflicts and 21 “minor” conflicts (the latter defined as up to "only” 1000 deaths per year).  By way of another macabre bookend, the longest of these has been going on, unbelievably, since the year .... 1918.

As always, this simple ballad is offered as a live one mic one take effort - please excuse the fluffs and gaffes.
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Bookends and Mirrors

Sun turned cold ‘cross every sky in the summer of ‘14
The Good Lord shook his head, and he placed it in his hands
Braided declarations flying, whose like was never seen
Lunatics in feathers stockpiled lead, bagged their sand.
Slapstick Mephistopheles, unleashing of his flame
Spiral minds lobotomised in the waltz of the insane
Simple lives unknowing of the mud that would become
A mirror in the resting place of two Holy Mother’s sons.

Signed the line, five years young, fingers crossed behind his back
Chance to see the world, grab a future, two square meals.
At 17, John’s angels sung, first to fall in dawn’s attack
Abandoned and forgotten, deaf to all his ma’s appeals.
Never knew the miner, his bookend pal to be
Fighting down the line, many battles that he’d see
Full four years in trenches, George’s hell lived through them all
Cruelty was smiling wide at England’s last to fall.

In service time they travelled nowhere, nothing to achieve
Embracing 40 million weeping mothers left to grieve
The crime of puffing chest bravado beggared to believe
Hall of mirrors seeping others’ blood of the innocent naive.

Now John and George lie facing each to seek their mirrored peace
Raise my eyes and brim a tear for the lessons never learned
Pray God, don’t ever let them know man’s insanity but increased
The war to end all wars a mere sequel oft’ returned 
By comedies of leathered fools stuck on infinite repeat
Bemedalled and bejewelled, they prosecute their moral defeat
But here, on sallow turf twixt heroes, broken mirror in my broken hand
Met by my own broken eyes, I still fail to understand.
_________
Photo by Michael Yuan on Unsplash

Bookends and Mirrors

( this was posted earlier by CrazyCompass). 
Nata had the good idea to add her voice on one of my tracks (Kind of Superfluous https://soundcloud.com/samybr/kind-of-supefluous).
I never imagined a voice when I made this music and this came as a very good surprise. Thank you Nata!

Vocals, drawing: Nata Boundariver @crazycompass
Music: Samy Ben Rabah

Celestial Need (with CrazyCompass)

La vida no me importa (?)


Pic - Cirque Pinder by Robert Doisneau, 1949

Daredebil

Daredébil

This one is about Odin's two ravens
https://mythology.net/norse/norse-creatures/huginn-and-muninn/

I'm with you on that

Huginn & Muninn

huginn&muninn

Ozymandias, part II: https://soundcloud.com/bkozlowski/ozymandias-2
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I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;

Ozymandias, part I

I'm interested in all music styles, especially classical, jazz and rock. Sometimes I try to connect non-connectable... I'm an architect by profession - maybe that's why form and construction  in music are very important to me.

I'm open to any kind of cooperation!

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Ozymandias, part I

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