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Soprano, Alto & Tenor Recorders: duets, Solos (from Renaissance & Baroque period composers + recent collaborations)

Recorder pieces

Akhenaton VS Truth Hurts & Rakim (Dramantic Remix)

Composer: Dr. Thomas Arne (1710-1778)
Alto & soprano recorders duo, enjoy!

Jacques Hotteterre: (1674-1763)
Première suite de pièces, op.4, 1712
(Gravement-Gay / Allemande / Rondeau, tendré / Rondeau, gay / Gigue / Passacaille).
Alto Recorders dúo (Zen-on @415mhz)
Enjoy!

(Available for Download)

Première suite de pièces, op.4, 1712 (J. Hotteterre)

A Magical Melody (soundtrack of "ALLO")

54_Tribute to Tangerine Dream (inspired) - released on 22 October 2023

Inspired by the concert at Berlin's Admiralspalast on 10/18/2023 I just had to make this track! #electronic #synthpop #trance

(produced with Music Maker JAM)

Tribute to Tangerine Dream (inspired)

Sphere

Recercada Prima (Passamezzo antico) / Recercada Segunda (Passamezzo moderno) / Recercada Cuarta (La gamba).

Composer: Diego Ortiz (1510-1570)
From 3 Recercadas (1553)

Brian Butts: Guitar, mix & mastering.
Check out Brian Butts on #SoundCloud
https://soundcloud.app.goo.gl/5q5p1).

Bastacho:  Alto Recorder

Enjoy from both!

3 Recercadas 1553  (Diego Ortiz: 1510-1570)

Composer: Jacob Van Eyck (1590-1657)

Recorder arrangement: Sarah Jeffery (from her book: My favourite melodies)

Bastacho: Soprano recorder solo + fx.

Enjoy!

Artwork from Pinterest:
https://pin.it/2DJG5G7

Echoes  (Doen Daphne)

Composer: Henry Purcell (1659-1695).

Recorder arrangement: Sarah Jeffery from her book My favourite melodies.

Image from Pinterest: https://pin.it/2KfTwIwpv

Bastacho: Soprano recorder (solo).

Enjoy! 

Rondeau no. 2 from "Abdelazar"

Melodic progressive composition with poetry reading
https://open.spotify.com/album/0sleKeZmZbkejQljK1mGpp?si=bUnGwLpjQvqm3ODZSZqAMg

Одинокий космос (Alone in Space)

Terra Sapiens - Одинокий Космос (Alone In Space)

....I hope he will forgive the presumption...
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This little project only stirred into life when graced with the pulse of Debbie's wonderful accompaniment and the breath of David's visionary arrangement and production.  Thank you both, dear friends.

Find Debbie's piano music here: https://soundcloud.com/debra_buesking
and David's guitar music here: https://soundcloud.com/david-dunhamuser589535203
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.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels

Dear God, just look at the state of you - what the hell happened?
Did time do that all by itself?
Chiselled and scraped with gentle, temporal strength?
Yesterdays now patterned well with telling tales of wear and tear.
Always took such good care that you ticked every health kick box
But all the ticks collect their tocks, bundling up the time we thought was dangling spare.

And wrinkly skin comes out to play, crafting plots with crumpled neurons badly frayed, and
Liver spots about the edges worn of happy recollections,
Waltzed away, invisible to the swinging of that penduled clock.
Take your eyes off it for just a minute and you’ve lost a day, 
And then a decade’s worth of wry reflections,
Lovingly to fold them up and let them lie in memory’s pocket.

Those lines that contour of your brow, a biography of creases now
And all cut down so very deep.
Each epidermal void crevasse life’s stylus tracks a scratching past
Evinces of a record no mortal hard re-format could delete.
And of your eyes, sallow yellowed at the margins, framed by corvid feet
Rigid-set to well outlast whatever bargained span of life your good Lord deems replete.

As if your face lampoons of age itself, wrecked and bent
Of scars that trace minutiae, carved in master sculptors’ stone
And none too soon, for just that task and that alone, recording compressed of the past..
We both know well which ones are smiles and which the pain that heaven sent,
The former few, soft of the flesh, the many others sunk unto the very bone,
The harshest welt of any sole upon the universal cobbler’s last.

But does it help to so reflect, or but to hurry time’s neglect?
Of such consideration circles wrapped in worry tearing down
All edifice of self respect, the towering pit of pity comes once more to town,
Parades a circus fine of talents, self deprecating jestered clowns
And galloping horses all the while stampede about the rounded ropes
Vespered peace forever sought, just out of reach, concedes of futile, now confounded hopes.

So what of forward self projection, folding the creases back behind
And out of sight to speculation on future solaced peace of mind?
Perhaps again the crashing wall of fast reality, solid bricked
Determines upward focus but to fall, as if to gravity’s grounded truth 
Tricked of consequential solitude, rimed of age, aching of the aged sick
No respite there nor rectitude as once you found in torrid youth.

But perhaps I’m speaking out of turn and out of place,
For though your memories sear and burn as if to carbonise some worthwhile trace of validity
On that unholy visage lit by lives lived long before….
It matters not and changes nought, not a jot nor yet a thought
For you and I know better than to seek a settled score from comment fair
After all, you are I, staring back at me from the mirror mounted there.

.... Inspired By Mr. Pärt's Spiegels ... With Debra Buesking and David Dunham

Music : Janne Hennie & Little Man
Vocals & lyric : Janne Hennie

I get up, the first thing I do
put on the pyjama left here from you
The radio play good blues
Make some coffee, have some juice
I feel good, but I really wish
That I could do this together with you

But you're not here
You said you needed a break
The only thing left is your well-used pyjama
I put it on, wear it every day
mmm.. it smells so good
It smells like you
It is my comfort, when I am alone
And sing my pyjama blues without you..

Won't take it off, will wear it every day
The smell of you..mmm...it's so good
I know it should be washed
It gets dirty
But I need the memory of you to be clean
so here I am , in your pajama
Pretending to sing my pyjama blues with you...

My Pyjamas Blues

Connecticut - Hartford rain

Note: This is the contracted version - the extended version takes nearly ten minutes

methods: field recordings (three simultaneous leafblowers, jangling cables, a car passing) time stretched and fitted, reading my poem, effects and all that, vsts (cello, accordeon, orchestra)
narration: language might be misleading
image: the entrance to what is supposed to be a sanctuary of Pan in Athens, Greece, photographed in 2012, copyright jo richter
  
poem / copyright jo richter:

his shadow is a verb
his gesture is a noun
lavender, this moment’s herb
with triple syllable count

a child, he draws a fingerplane
that smells of wet and cat and nip
a giant dog is called a dane
blood pools on a bitten lip

when he’s dead, he’ll climb a tree
lilac bark as good as gold
overcome adversity
and undergo conformity as you are told

the killer smiled, the artist wept
clandestine transformations of the ear
the wind is cleanly, it has swept
away the wool night’s minders shear

is there a lie that’s not been told
uttered by the utterly convinced
made to merge into the fold
plucked and sorted and then rinsed

who tied this tie around his wrist
circle words that speak of troy
seven knuckles make a fist
seven seas to float a single buoy

shades of pickled  lavender

shades of pickled lavender - contracted version

Composer: Jacob Van Eyck (1590-1657)
Book: Der Fluyten Lust-hof , Vol.1.
Malle Symen (Malsimmes) 
modos 1-3.
Mollenhauer "canta" Soprano Recorder, enjoy!

Malle Symen (Malsimmes)

This is a song that got written.
Listening to my vocals.. seems like a have always had some slight snags in breathing technique. Any ideas of where to get some vocal coaching would be welcome.

This song could really use some bass and lead..

Well i'm staring through a hole of a broken soul
trying to get a sense of what the future hold
am I looking for a world that could never be
while the vision I hold floats away from me

will I be standing in the warming light of your love
will I be standing at the edge of my life waiting for a shove
time may change the way we feel
but honey won't you help me heal 
this broken soul..

Now im lying on the floor looking back in time
living back in the day became a habit of mine
looking at the way things might have been
it might be time instead to find a place to begin

I remember the very first time we made love
I had barely a whisker and you were such a lovely dove
honey some things never change
but it might be time to re-arrange
this broken soul

I won't ever be the one
to say it can't be done
but i'm looking at the way things are today
and the trying times have just begun

Now i'm standing at the fork of an open road
and i'm heading up a hill with a heavy load
while the gage is running low I better take it slow
I might just miss the sign and i'll never know

and there ain't no one around to blame but myself
while im looking through the dusty pages taken from a shelf
although my fate is not yet sealed
im looking for some help to heal
this broken soul

I won't ever be the one
to say it can't be done
but i'm looking at the way things are today
and the trying times have just begun

Broken Soul (Demo / Archives )

Hello! (Stoked to be part of the soundcloud music community; great respect for You all!)
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Piano apprentice and Recorder enthusiast: Alto, soprano, sopranino & Tenor.
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Download available:
Listen to Première suite de pièces, op.4, 1712 (Jacques Hotteterre: 1674-1763) by Bastacho on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/pJDat
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Listen to Recorder verses, a playlist by Bastacho on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/mX3dS
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Listen to Fantasías for Recorder, a playlist by Bastacho on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/EAEQK
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 Still aspiring instrumental composer; music notation on ensemble composer pro app, It's basically raw and recorded over the phone for upload since 2017 & 2020 (second group of songs).
Nov 2021 uploading straight from App: Groovepad, Band lab and GarageBand.

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Listen to Concepts, a playlist by Bastacho on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/Cp524

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Listen to Electrónica 🎶, a playlist by Bastacho on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/gxejs

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Listen to Compilations, a playlist by Bastacho on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/vj4uo

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(Images Downloaded mainly from Zedge, Twitter, Pinterest; All credit to their respective Creators (c)  and 
AI image generator DaVinci App
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Email: bastacho@gmail.com

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https://open.spotify.com/user/12173167977?si=_ySjGjaaQ0qJVv-XNt8wUQ&utm_source=copy-link

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Now Music available in youtube music: 
https://youtube.com/channel/UCPnKOY7cTtzAAxYhanr4Oqw

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Ohh and I'm a mess creating titles and selecting images.  
Enjoy the rides!!
I Do Repost in my own 🐢 time...
Stay safe!!
Happy New year 2025!

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Thank you for listening !!🙏🙂

Malle Symen (Malsimmes)

Bastacho

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