@sedasserlstottdypesype thank you so much!

What´s Wrong With Me

@ April 16/2022 :it feels at times that the war in The Ukraine is never going to end. 
we cannot give up on these brave human beings....
The picture is of a residential building in Mykolaiv, Ukraine- hit by shelling. credit: State Emergency Service/Reuters

Eternal Project - Stranded Environment

Emu par un vert tendre, 
un souffle d'air subtil : 
une lumière furtive, 
sur la sylve...

Mes yeux pétillent, 
mon coeur voyage, 

frivole : 
Mon oeil s'étonne. 

Je suis le vol, du papillon léger. 

Désinvolte, mon coeur voyage...
salué par les enfants, ravis. 

Les notes d'un piano, 
ensemencent mon âme...

Visitée par le Roi des oiseaux ! 

La rosée fraîche, sur un pétale de rose, 
un léger voile, juste au-dessus du pré...
Mon coeur voyage...

Etourdi, inconstant, mondain : 
Je suit le vol du papillon léger. 

Visité par le Roi des oiseaux, 
salué par les enfants, ravis : 

Insouciant...

Mes yeux pétillent, 
mon coeur s'étonne... 

La lumière sur la sylve, 
le vert tendre du pré : 

Je suit le vol, du papillon léger...

Les notes d'un piano, ensemencent mon âme.
Parsemée de couleurs et ourlée de rosée... 

Evaporée, subtile...

Le Roi Des Oiseaux    Sanzen / Illos

Eight days after I listened to this song, my mother came and asked me to play it again. Two days after that, she said to me that she had heard a wonderful song a long time ago. It was clear to me that the time had come when she would see everything only through fog. It was this song: https://youtu.be/izsjRpcgfmk. The Empire of Angels had impressed her so much that she had decided for herself to go there. Then, a year and six months later, she had arrived. She must be happy there. 

I don't quite reach the quality of a master, but one evening she knocked quietly on my door and asked what I was going to do. Rattling keys she would hear. I told her that I was trying to create my own interpretation of that very song. She sat down next to it, listened........and said, "Thank you!"

Those were the last words I heard from her. Before she flowed over into the realm of the angels. This, my interpretation, lies since then fallow on a data medium. Now again. Here on this, a server somewhere in the world. Slightly edited I now release this song to the realm of the angels, that she may hear it...

To my dear Mom.

Empire Of Angels

Wilhelm Peterson-Berger:
Sommarsång från Frösöblomster Op.16 No 2.
Tolkning, förverkligande och inspelning av VViljanen den 18. Juni 2022 och på nytt den 9. Oktober 2023  vid modellerad Blüthner flygel  (med setup av VV).
Foto: VV 10.6.2022
ANY KIND OF COMMERCIAL USE OF THIS RECORDING IS PROHIBITED.
Olof Wilhelm Peterson-Berger (1868-1942) studied at the Stockholm Conservatory from 1886–89 and then in Dresden for a year.[2]
He is best known for three albums of national romantic piano pieces entitled Frösöblomster I, II and III (Flowers of Frösö), which includes the often performed Vid Frösö kyrka (At Frösö Church) and Sommarsång (Summer Song). The sets, which were composed over a period of 18 years (1896 - 1914) and brought together afterwards as a collection have gained a reputation of representing a quintessential "Swedishness" in the romantic, nationalistic vein of their time. 
The most famous of the pieces, Sommarsång (Summer Song) recalls the warm, calm, harmonious and bright pre-summer evenings where the sun in the north almost never goes down; they were the great breakthrough for Wilhelm. Sommarsång is still known to most Swedes, even to people generally uninterested in music: the majority of young piano students in the Nordic countries have been taught this piece.

Sommarsång

Wilhelm Peterson-Berger: Sommarsång (från Frösöblomster, Op.16 No 2 )

Solo Piano - Chris Bright

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Pure Dining Music

1. I Smell Weed
2. No No No No, Mom
3. Bisexual Banjo Player

2022-11-04: Oswego Music Hall

Glory

A radiant collapse between warmth and shadow, where each flash burns the silent surface of time. Energy flows from the glow to the fracture, revealing beauty in its slow unraveling. What remains is not sadness, but memory, echoing in a landscape that breathes, fades, and shines again.

Crown of Silence

I make music because it is where I let go of the have-to’s, and become part of something larger than myself. The language I speak on the keyboard when I improvise expresses a part of me that only comes out there at the moment of creation - when I’m fully connected and in the flow. In those moments when I disappear in the music, those are where I’m most fully alive. The musical question I pose to myself when I play is largely this: how can I release my inhibitions and let go of patterns sufficient to bring something entirely new, unexpected, and enlightening into the world, with structure, precision, clarity, and depth of expression. These pieces are meditations that are of me, but more precisely, they come through me. When I’m in the flow, I’m channeling the energy and only moderately directing it. The challenge is to be open to take risks while maintaining a structure, melody, and tempo that makes it interesting and satisfying enough to keep listening. I keep doing this nightly because it’s a language, because it’s a connection to something greater than myself, and because it’s very very relaxing.

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