Very sweet and pure vocal performance nicely arranged

A really lovely song, and the vocals are wonderful.

Beautiful melody and a great voice. A very nice production. Well done!

Beautiful track with super cLS. lOVE THE MESSAGE, TOO! 10

Cool Pop Songs #5

Meet Me In The Middle

All Shook Up Elvis Presley cover

"Tea with Debussy & Pärt in Casablanca" is a musical dream that bloomed during my vacation in Havana, Cuba. Inspired by classical masterpieces from Arvo Pärt and Claude Debussy, I envisioned an imaginary encounter with these esteemed composers in Casablanca, over Moroccan tea.

Commissioned by a dear friend and talented violist Vincent Delorme, this piece is not an imitation of their styles but rather a heartfelt conversation between us. It embodies the essence of typical conversations in Morocco, where we all speak at the same time, meandering from topic to topic, and experiencing numerous changes of atmospheres, tempi, textures, and fragments of thematic material.

It begins with minimalist touches, a nod to Pärt's recent works, where the piano introduces serene arpeggios, intertwining with heartfelt viola melodies. As we delve into our tea time, I incorporate some of Debussy's harmonic vocabulary. 

Throughout our harmonious dialogue, the piece mirrors the dynamic nature of conversations in Morocco. We experience moments of collective excitement, where the music swells with vibrant textures and lively tempi, as if everyone is speaking at once. Themes and motifs emerge and intertwine, mirroring the meandering nature of our discussion as we navigate from one topic to another.

As our musical journey unfolds, our collaboration celebrates cultural fusion, weaving together Pärt, Debussy, and my artistic zest. Each voice contributes to the narrative, inviting moments of wonder and contemplation through our shared inspirations.

Tea with Debusy and Pärt in Casablanca

Tea With Debussy and Pärt in Casablanca - World Premiere (Live Performance)

My new Nocturne that I've started writting a few years ago, the main theme and the E-flat majorish restatement of the main theme came quite swiftly and naturally. However, I found myself a bit stuck on how to proceed further, and as a result, I neglected it for quite some time and focused on other musical pursuits.

However, just around this Christmas, as I leisurely sat by my piano, a new theme and continuation unexpectedly presented themselves, and the composition practically wrote itself from there.

I feel that this piece really captures the essence of a Nocturne, depicting the stillness of the night, scarcely moved by a lonely star or a lamppost on a street, and also conveys the painful but sometimes even sweet melancholy of one's solitude.

Nocturne for Piano, C Minor, No. 2

Pauper's Weed

Pre-release demo track
Producer: Will Carmack, Fifty50 Studios, Dallas

Premiere

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Father of Light

Father Of Light

The brain fires stunningly complex electrical signals even when you're doom-scrolling on Insta or making a TikTok. It's true!

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Alternating Currents

The human body is an ecosystem that does a million little things every second just to make us feel "normal". And this is, in the real sense of the word, awesome.

The Body Works

A celebration of the Ostara, aka the Spring Equinox, the first in a series of eight pieces to celebrate the eight Druidic festivals of the Windmill of the Year, more about which here: https://anniedieuleveut.com/2024/02/01/the-windmill-of-the-year/

By Annie Dieu-Le-Veut and APi_ZZ (@api_zz)


Words and vocals by Annie Dieu-Le-Veut.
© Annie Dieu-Le-Veut, February 2024 

Music and Cover Art by APi_ZZ 
© APi_ZZ (Andreas Pirner) February 2024

Words:

Fire serpents and dragons are stirring 
Deep down in the hard, cold iron of Earth. 

Slithering land wights are waking, 
And wriggling and stretching, 
Woken from their sleep by the return 
Of the song of the Sun, 
Its melody singing all dreamers awake,
To light the cauldrons and fasts to break. 

Lady Slipper yawns and opens her petals 
To a bold west wind ruffling her labellum.
Thunderclouds above ominously threaten. 

An ash in full livery, its leaves right on time,  
Stands next to the winter-nude of an oak. 
So the old wives mutter in iambic rhyme,
“Ash before oak, we’re in for a soak.” 

Great Spotted Woodpecker drills Mars’s drum 
In a military tattoo, to marshall the bugs,
The soldier beetles and bark-gnawing weevils, 

Now Luna turns russet red in Earth’s umbra, 
A covenant of balmier days without number. 

Wyrm moon, Cold moon, Sap Moon
Pulling on the tides, rising 
And not just in the flooded rhynes, but 
Coursing up the loins of men too, 
Their reveries of love fine-tuned 
To Jack in the Green’s reciting 
To the tremolo thrill of Pan’s piping

Labyrinth Spider stands guard on the dell, 
While Salamanders ring the bluebells 
To peal out harsh winter’s fare-thee-well. 

Pixie-cup lichen arrives in the Vale, 
And elves riding turkeys with blue ruffled tails
Then ... Amanita Muscaria sings her aria, 
And Cuckoo tells us Spring is finally here.

Ostara

Oh, you drink down your tea, with no sugar, naturally.
And, you say it's because you're already sweet enough.
And, you won't eat your beef from the plate with foxhunters on it.
And you never stop to think about the hypocrisy.

Sing Valerie.
Forget your dreams.
You're sure there's so much time left.
To find your way in here.
For free. 
You'll always be.
You'll always win.

Oh, the man of your dreams is a figment in the mirror.
Which lays broken in the corner of your untidy room.
All your plans and the schemes don't disturb you from the glimmer of delusion.
Keeps you going even when your life gets cold.
Never old, never sold, never saying when you want it.
Never knowing what you really wanted till it passed you by.

Sing Valerie.
Forget your dreams.
You're sure there's so much time.
So you'll wind your way up there.
For free. 
You'll never see.
Aim for the win.

Oh, the boxes in the hall. 
Full of everything you never threw away. 
When you ran away from university.
To see the world, shag about, post an arse shot up on twitter.
Aiming for that special someone who's just always out of reach.
Oh, you would ignore them love if they wrote you a fucking sonnet.
There is no such thing as someone who just fits you like a glove.
Never get old, never sold, never saying where you want it.
Never knowing what you really wanted till it passes by.

Sing Valerie.
Forget the dream.
There is just endless time here.
To sing along to Valerie.
Forget the dream.
No reason to decide here.
Sing along to Valerie.
Forget your dreams.
You're sure there's so much time left.
You'll find your way up there.
For free. 
You'll always be.
Aim for the win.

Sing, Valerie

Gethsemane (feat. Gabriela Gunčíková)

Sleight of Heart

We live in a chaotic world filled with numerous challenges. As we often get swayed around by the unsteady stream of life, it is easy to lose ourselves in that stream; to lose sight of the miracles and joys that surround us each and every day. A light-hearted song, Tranquility reflects on some of the little things that make life beautiful and worth it all. So wherever you are and no matter what you're going through, let Tranquility surround you and rest assured that you will pull through; you will be okay.

#tranquility #jazz #soul #reflectionmusic 
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CREDITS
Vikki Minor - vocalist, lyrical composer
Alicia Monson - lyrical composer
Adam Heagle - saxophone
will.aO - producer, instrumentals

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will.aO Records | Aspiring To Recreate The Golden Sound.
℗ & © 2024 will.aO Records

Tranquility

Tranquility (feat. Vikki Minor & Adam Heagle)

A Funky lil 70's style funk track.. it ain't Rick James B!@tch

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Krajobrazy

Woła mnie, woła mnie jesienią
Wiatr od Połonin, od Wetliny
Dęby jak koral się czerwienią
W zgubionych listach od dziewczyny

Stromo ścieżkami pnie się Otryt
Świerki w obłoków patrzą lustro
Wrzesień od rannej rosy mokry
Okrywa pola białą chustą

Rwącym strumieniem niebo płynie
Przyszłość przeszłości nie pamięta
Ponad drogami i w dolinie
Echa kołacze się kolęda

Woła mnie, woła mnie jesienią
Wiatr od Połonin, od Wetliny
Tylko zgubionych listów nie mam
I chyba nie mam już dziewczyny

Tylko zgubionych listów nie mam
I chyba nie mam już dziewczyny
Tylko zgubionych listów nie mam
I chyba nie mam już dziewczyny

Wokal : Magdalena Meisel

Wykonanie oryginalne : Trubadurzy
Tekst : Janusz Kondratowicz
Muzyka: Ryszard Poznakowski
Rok wydania: 1968

Krajobrazy

Composer, arranger, performer, music director and teacher, I graduate of the 'Université de Montreal' , I have been passionate about everything that resembles music for more than 45 years.

The male and female energy meet in the duo FAZE'N'MIR.
Mir Bredberg Weber, song/piano/harmonica, has returned home after a number of years in the USA.
The songs are tied together by relevant comments and anecdotes, delivered with a twinkle in the eye.

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