Name: 08-Guitare planante by Francis Meylheuc
Duration: 1 min 57 s
Description: Album un peu diffèrent avec utilisation de mao pour la première fois

Played live on Oberheim MC2000 master keyboard,
Pianoteq 6.7, preset "Ant. Petrof Chiaroscuro",
Nebula reverb..

Fingers, heart and nerves.. Plus foot on the sustain pedal..
No metronome, fluctuating tempo..

Image : remains of a dismantled organ or harmonum, out of a salvaged chapel in Yvetot, 76, France.. Digitally modified..

ThP - Autopsie D'un Cheval Fou - 21-05-26 - Ant Petrof piano

Composed with the synthesizer yamaha MODX 7
tunes : 2 X flute + turkish drums
self-taught musician

Desert

Hello ! Self-taught musician Floryane Leguet.
Music composed with the synthesizer yamaha MODX 7
improvisation

The dance of the dolphins

In the end, as I held my dear wife,
I lay my head down upon her chest,
so as not to miss the last breath of her precious life...
I heard the steady beat of her heart continue for 6 more beats,
as each beat sailed ever more quietly over the horizon.


Who is to say...
might we actually step into the next life
even as we leave this one?

The final mystery...

Photo by: Ashish R. Mishra
https://unsplash.com/@shotoftheday?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText

Hereafter

Amidst the desert beauties

To my  SoundCloud friends and visitors who have checked in on me
over the past months
...   Thank You very much.
and for and having received no replies from me
... I sincerely apologize.

I have some serious catching up to do.

Photo:
Ephemeral Sunset by Abenteuer Albanien
https://unsplash.com/@abenteueralbanien

SO...It has been almost a year since I have thought about playing any music,
and have barely even visited SoundCloud in the interim.

Indeed, it has been that long since entertaining any diversions at all,
as I have been engaged with serious health issues concerning my son.
After a lengthy hospital stay with an aggressive infection,
resulting in pneumonia and requiring surgery,
he is finally to the point to where he is strong enough to stand
and take a few brief steps.

So, I have only recently allowed myself enough space to contemplate music
...at least for a brief spell, or so long as it can last.


Here are simply a random collection of instruments
and the suggestions they evoked for me upon hearing them.

Evening Meditation

Encore une chanson qui a marqué ma jeunesse. Une de mes préférées dans "the Lamb".
Un grand grand respect pour ces messieurs de Genesis première et seconde période 
Ca parait dingue mais cette chanson à 50 ans.

Another song that marked my youth.
Great respect for the gentlemen of Genesis first and second period
It sounds crazy, but this song is 50 years old.

Many thanks to Jim Kleban for the initial midi I started with on this song
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The scent grows richer, he knows he must be near
He finds a long passageway lit by chandelier
Each step he takes, the perfumes change
From familiar fragrance to flavors strange
A magnificent chamber meets his eye
Inside, a long rose-water pool is shrouded by fine mist
Stepping in the moist silence, with a warm breeze he's gently kissed

Thinking he is quite alone
He enters the room, as if it were his own
But ripples on the sweet pink water
Reveal some company unthought of

Rael stands astonished doubting his sight
Struck by beauty, gripped in fright
Three vermilion snakes of female face
The smallest motion, filled with grace
Muted melodies fill the echoing hall
But there is no sign of warning in the siren's call:
"Rael welcome, we are the Lamia of the pool
We have been waiting for our waters to bring you cool"

Putting fear beside him, he trusts in beauty blind
He slips into the nectar, leaving his shredded clothes behind
With their tongues, they test, taste and judge all that is mine
They move in a series of caresses
That glide up and down my spine
 
As they nibble the fruit of my flesh, I feel no pain
Only a magic that a name would stain

With the first drop of my blood in their veins
Their faces are convulsed in mortal pains
The fairest cries, "We all have loved you Rael"

Each empty snakelike body floats
Silent sorrow in empty boats
A sickly sourness fills the room
The bitter harvest of a dying bloom
Looking for motion I know I will not find
I stroke the curls now turning pale, in which I'd lain entwined

"O Lamia, your flesh that remains I will take as my food"
It is the scent of garlic that lingers on my chocolate fingers

Looking behind me, the water turns icy blue
The lights are dimmed and once again the stage is set for you

08-Guitare planante

Francis Meylheuc

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