One must comment on such beautiful music.

The Orchestration is Perfection. Fantastic Expression.

C'est si expressif avec une superbe orchestration ! Bravo Gerald ! 👏👏👏🌹

Collaboration work, a new version of this track with a talented guitar player and composer Neno J.
Please enjoy his awesome works here: https://soundcloud.com/user-442202241/tracks
Initial track: https://soundcloud.com/syntaleta/in-solitude-1
Welcome to my Facebook artist page: https://www.facebook.com/syntaleta/

In Solitude by Syntaleta/Collab version (Feat. Neno J. on electric guitars)

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5SScFJLWRJxeZ7LFhhbgH1?si=f98b3fc26ecd497f

Nokturne

This is my version of the wonderful Opening by Philip Glass from Glassworks. It largely follows the piece as written, but I've added a a few bits of my own and not followed the structure exactly, hence slight rework.

This is one of the first pieces that caught my imagination when I began learning to play piano and it's taken till now for me to get to a point where I'm ready to share my take on it. I'm still very much a late starting learner with the piano, but hopefully there's enough here to get across the beauty of this piece of music.

A slight rework of Opening

Une Fantaisie Opus 25

Jazz Fusion #163

Recorded  12 October 2024 at Casa Bagnolo, Milis Sardinia. A performance for processed field recordings and improvised Bass Guitar. Written during my Nocefresca residency and performed as part of the AMACI Giornata del Contemporaneo festival 2024

Conversazioni Difficili con il Mare LIVE

For Mr. Harris...Remembering the moment we first met. 😊

The First Moment

To be continued (conte d'hiver)

Letra: Rafael Moraira
Música, orquestación y producción: Rafael Serrano

English
11th century. Ishbiliya. The Seville of taifas, the "flat city", also poetically called Alquivira (The Great).
Legend has it that the Poet King Almotamid or Almutamid, trying to spin some verses on the banks of the Rio Grande (Guad-al-Quivir) could not find the foot of one of them:
"The breeze turns the river into a chainmail coat..."
When, faced with his poetic blockage, a female voice behind him, hidden in the vegetation of the river, concluded:
"There is no better chainmail than the one frozen by the river."
It was the slave Itimad, called Romaiquiya, who would become his beloved Queen in an idyllic taifa. Until the invasion of the Almoravids banished him forever to Ahmad, near Morocco, where, faithful and in love, Itimad followed her until her last days.
You can visit her splendid Mausoleum there. And perhaps you will hear those verses that today are... nothing.
Like almost everything that was that Great City.

Español
Siglo XI. Ishbiliya. La Sevilla de taifas, la "ciudad llana", también llamada poéticamente Alquivira (La Grande).
Cuenta le leyenda que el Rey Poeta Almotamid o Almutamid, tratando de hilar unos versos a orillas del Río Grande (Guad-al-Quivir) no encontraba el pie a uno de ellos:
“La brisa convierte al río en una cota de malla…” 
Cuando, ante su bloqueo poetico, una voz femenina a sus espaldas, oculta en la vegetación del río, concluyó:
“Mejor cota no se halla como la congele el río.”
Era la esclava Itimad, llamada la Romaiquiya, que llegaría a ser su amada Reina en una taifa idílica. Hasta que la invasión de los almorávides lo desterró para siempre a Ahmad, cerca de Marruecos, a donde, fiel y enamorada, la siguió hasta sus últimos días Itimad.
Podéis visitar allí su espléndido Mausoleo. Y quizás oigáis esos versos que hoy son... nada.
Como casi todo lo que fue aquella Gran Ciudad.


LETRA:

Ay, Alquivira!.
El viento hacía del agua,
ay, Alquivira,
rizos de nácar.
Almotamid divagaba:
"Yo te quisiera hilvanar 
 en una cota de malla,
 y el río no se deja hilar".
Ay, Alquivira!.
Si el relente te helara...
Ay, Alquivira!.
Ay, mi Alquivira!.
Oyó una voz a su espalda:
"Cómo lo quieres helar
 si la calor de Sevilla 
 son los ojos de Itimad?".

Ay, Alquivira!.
Qué nos queda ya?.
Ni casi río ni rey
ni el sol de Romaiquiya...

Ay, Alquivira!
El tiempo hace del agua,
ay, Alquivira,
rizos de nada.
Almotamid cada mayo
de las prisiones de Ahmad
va a Alquivira de la mano
del fantasma de Itimad.
Oye una voz la Giralda:
"Cómo te quieres helar
 si la calor de Sevilla 
 son los ojos de Itimad?".

¡Ay! Alquivira

Other World

Music composed and produced by IRMINSUL for Canadian modern dancer Dorothy Saykaly's piece "PAINTED". A traditional orchestral approach underscoring the otherworldly movements and dynamic body themes of PAINTED. The arcane meets the industrial, meets the timeless.

Painted - Music for Modern Dance

Pianiste, compositeur
olivieri.gerald@gmail.com

To be continued (conte d'hiver)

Gérald OLIVIERI

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