Miniatures for Harp and Recorders, track 8 of 11.
This track uses the Alto Recorder (from the new Audio Modeling SWAM VariFlute app) and is played by me using GeoShred.

Alto G Phrygian

Voodoo Beach Nights - MMXX

Out Of The Sky

The Sky Above The Ocean

Mimosa (available at terrywigmore.com with all other WAG tunes)
Wigmore Allen Gibbons 
Ontario has opened up to stage 3. Just about everything is open, now, albeit with masks and safely social distanced.  So, in celebration of beating the Covid curve, at least it seems that we have, we offer this summer tune to celebrate. A return to summer, in the new normal :)

This was a different tune for us. We were striving for a pop sound in the Adult Contemporary area, and this seemed to fit the bill. Keith grabbed some fine lyrics and sang them like one of his canaries. This has a warm, summery sound, to my ears, sweet harmonies, and a lightness of step that makes me simply feel good and tap my toes. I'd say it makes me fee like getting up and dancing, but that is not what I call what I do...sway maybe...and that was good enough for me :)

MIMOSA : Lyrics:
And there she stood, all alone, by the window 
A trick of the light, of the day, just the shadow 
Don’t try apologise for staring at whatever lies within 
Hey Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet? 
Dark as earth, heavy air, damp as morning dew 
A villa of cream, strawberries growing on the cliffside 
It’s hot as Hell, It’s something else as well, it’s all part of her 

Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so… Aaaah…Aaaah… 
Let the sunlight shine x4 (Inst) 
Oh my sweet Mimosa…
Oh my sweet Mimosa… 
Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet x2 

Flash of light, a swirl of green, then she drops her leaves 
She turns around, within a beat, and throws her head back 
She’s on the radio, She’s dancing only flamenco tonight…all night
 
Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet 
She takes a drink, and rolls her eyes, in a fun way 
She takes a bath, and shakes the rain off, give it back, give it back, it’s my turn 
She feels the sun, because it makes her burn. 

Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet
Dark as earth, heavy air, damp as morning dew 
A villa of cream, strawberries growing on the cliffside 
It’s hot as Hell, if only looks could tell… if only looks could tell…looks…tell 

Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet 
Oh Mimosa…Why’d ya have to be so sweet 

Wigmore : Music and production, backing vocals 
Allen : Bass, guitars, lead vocals, harmony vocals, lyrics

Terry's Picks

Mimosa

Acoustic Guitar & Vocals by Tim Mathews
Slide Guitar & Harmonica by Michael Walker
Mixed in Montana -
Songwriter - Jodice

Jealous Of The Crow - Feat: Tim Mathews & The Kevorkian's

I am currently collaborating with artist and photographer Helena Whitten and this is the first fruit of our work together.

Helena uses the technique of slow-shutter exposure to capture the beauty and fragility of life in unexpected places. In her own words, "When the shutter on a camera is left open, there is the opportunity to capture a substantial segment of time. The action is then trapped in a two-dimensional image and can be viewed in its entirety, in an instant. The shutter rises like the curtain on a stage. A drama is played out and then the curtain falls. In that time, I see an opportunity to tell a story."

"The events and figures are almost living and breathing, they want to persist in the present and into the future. But the paradox of slow-shutter work is that these figures, with their disappearing arms, legs and heads, inescapably become ethereal and ghostlike, barely there and slipping away.

This photograph was taken at Hestercombe House and is titled, "Beyond the Frame".

To see more of Helena's stunning photography and our collaboration, follow our Instagram accounts:

https://www.instagram.com/helewhitty/
https://www.instagram.com/giftsfromcrows/

Beyond The Frame

Run, Rivas, Run
https://soundcloud.com/nickrdavies
Jimmy stood upright, stomach sucked slightly concave, lips gently pursed as he admired his full length reflection in the hallway of the Woodlands Hotel. He had treated himself to a new, snug running jersey, matching shorts and trainers. He looked briefly left and right, checking he wasn't observed and adjusted the inner-liner elastic around his groin, which had snagged and ridden up into a pinching diagonal. He dipped into four deep squats, and then shadow boxed in the mirror, finishing a combination with a looping right hook, which overbalanced him slightly and tweaked his ankle. He adjusted the elastic again...front and back this time.

"More comfortable, Sir?"
Jimmy let out a yelp and reddened a little. He turned sharply to see a large, flamboyantly dressed older lady, in a pink and gold lamé shellsuit, a huge meringue of peroxide hair, scarlet-lipped and navy eye-shadowed.

"See ya out there Sonny" she said as she shimmered past and broke into a lumbering trot out of the main entrance and into the woods.

Jimmy set his stopwatch, retied his laces, screwed his earphones into his ears and set off. There was only one route into the woods. Jimmy intended quickly accelerating past Liberace's Mum and running hard in the pure woodland air. He powered through the first 300 yards and saw her vanishing around a bend in the road. She looked rather like an ice cream sundae from behind he though, then told himself not to be unkind and took the opportunity to break wind sharply whilst undetected.

As he leaned into the bend, travelling at impressive velocity, he looked up and she was gone.. he squinted into the distance and saw nothing..another bend maybe 200 yards away.. looked around..nothing.

He glanced at his watch..pulse was high, good pace. Settled into a steady rhythm..gouged again at his elastic. Time to appreciate the air, the pine scent, the peaceful, creaking, whispering trees. The hypnotic percussion of footstrike...Jeez..there she is! Shuffling and galumphing in the distance..how the..?

She disappeared around another bend. Jimmy's knees and elbows pumped higher and harder. Cut into the bend..relieved to see her, drew up alongside her, quietened his breathing a little, touched the peak of his hat as he passed

"Those shorts nipping, Sonny?"

Jimmy muttered to himself, irritated and a little embarrassed. He waited until she was out of sight, double checked and gave a savage yank at the elastic, both hands, at the front.

The next couple of miles were uneventful, save for the frequent need for adjustment and the cumulative effect of the sawing elastic against tender intimates. The last quarter mile and Jimmy discovered that slight bowleggedness gave some relief. A sign for the Hotel..the facade comes into view, then..she's there! Same four-inch lollop, turkey-winged elbows.. How? Impossible! A final, orchid-rasping sprint but he couldn't catch her.

Wheezing like a quarry cat, Jimmy went to the Reception Desk for his room key. The kindly gent, rosy-cheeked and twinkly eyed..like a shaved Santa..

"Nice run Sir?"
Jimmy nodded, too out of puff to answer
"Been out with the triplets, eh?"
Jimmy looked at him, bemused. He was looking into the bar room
Three identical versions each held up a cocktail glass and winked in unison.

Jimmy touched the peak of his hat, and could only smile
He looked back at the Receptionist

"Forgive me Sir, but I think you may have put your shorts on back to front"
Jimmy felt behind him and touched a drawstring.

"Will Sir require some talcum powder?"
Jimmy nodded minutely and took the elevator..the stairs, he was certain, would have drawn blood

24/Septenber/2020

Mossy Oak (EXCELLENT TEXT BY NICK DAVIES)

Lyrics: Dave
: Music,instruments, vocal, production & mix PJ Project

When You Come (Titanic )W/ UK Man

Another track from my new album "Was This Written"

Join me in the comfort of this candle light
That flickers like the stars
The stars
Trust in what you’re feeling and I'll
Take away those everlasting scars
Those scars
Hold my hand a little tighter tonight
My heart has never ventured out this far
This far

I never knew that I had wings
Before I met you
You bring this bird to life
And you let him fly

Let's stay above the clouds a while
Forget the world below
Below
We'll let the wind force the tears from our eyes as we
Set our site upon magic worlds unknown
Unknown

I never knew that I had wings
Before I met you
You bring this bird to life
And you let him fly
I never believed I could really sing
Until I met you
You bring this bird to life
And the sky is ours tonight

So we'll let the wind force the tears from our eyes
And set our site upon magic worlds unknown
Unknown

I never knew that I had wings
Before I met you
You bring this bird to life
And you let him fly
I never believed I could really sing
Until I met you
You bring this bird to life
And the sky is ours tonight

Wings

A privilege to work again with the supremely talented Gary Rees.
@gary-rees-since-87

Tribrid Vamp  -  WBE | Gary Rees

« Improvisation » to the Flute, in the Ionian Mode
(Mode of C, Vertue : The Care)
Flute playing : Franck Douvin
Playing and recording in my Home - Studio on Sunday, October 25, 2020
Franck Douvin © 2020 Flute Recordings
Thanks for listening. Hope you'll enjoy!
You can watch me playing the flute on YouTube  : https://youtu.be/vuLtJTGingU

« Improvisation » to the Flute, in the Ionian Mode

I am a flute teacher, concertist flutist, composer and software engineer.
I have taken back the study of piano since May 2018. I am a member of the Sacem in Paris and of the Swiss association Archebole located in Lausanne.
My flute teachers were :
Jacques Lévêque
Maurice Beugnon
Alain Marion
Michel Debost
Pierre Lambert
Robert Hériché and
Shigenori Kudo 
My composition's teacher was :
Lucian Metianu
I'm on Facebook since 2017 : https://www.facebook.com/franck.douvin
You can follow me on my website : https://www.franckdouvin.com and on the composers's  plateform : https://www.soundcloud.com/franckdouvin
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Thanks, Franck

In my music, I try to inspire me different forms that are in the nature, where microcosm and macrocosm intertwine closely.
It is really pleasant to be able to share our musics through our passions and ideas...
I currently have 67 Opus and all scores are available. 
Thank you for listening, comments and reposts !

Je suis professeur de flûte traversière, flûtiste concertiste, compositeur et ingénieur software.
J'ai repris l'étude du piano depuis Mai 2018. Je suis Membre de la Sacem à Paris et de l'association Suisse Archébole dont le siège est à Lausanne.
Mes professeurs de flûte traversière furent :
Jacques Lévêque
Maurice Beugnon
Alain Marion
Michel Debost
Pierre Lambert
Robert Hériché et
Shigenori Kudo 
Mon maître de composition était :
Lucian Metianu
Je suis sur Facebook depuis 2017 : https://www.facebook.com/franck.douvin
Vous pouvez me suivre sur mon site internet : https://www.franckdouvin.com
ainsi que sur la plateforme compositeurs : https://www.soundcloud.com/franckdouvin
Dans ma musique, j’essaie de m’inspirer des différentes formes qui se trouvent dans la nature, là où microcosme et macrocosme se mêlent étroitement.
C’est vraiment agréable de pouvoir partager nos musiques, nos passions et idées...
J’ai actuellement  à mon actif 67 Opus et toutes mes partitions sont disponibles.
Merci pour votre écoute, commentaires et reposts !

Si vous souhaitez soutenir mes compositions et enregistrements postés sur ma chaîne YouTube : https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCq-H2y_Kg_7ftLiY4n3qxSw ou tout simplement soutenir mon activité de musicien, vous pouvez vous me faire un don via Paypal  :
https://www.PayPal.me/franckdouvin
Merci, Franck

« Improvisation » to the Flute, in the Ionian Mode

Franck Douvin | Composer