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a sparrow alighted upon our shoulder

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Samuel Barber's most famous work, used as closing credits music in the film Platoon and popular for its solemnity.  

I dedicate this recording to my sister Carol.   Video to follow.

Tech info.... 

Cakewalk by Bandlab
EWHO Opus Edition
Arturia Plate Reverb
Chameleon 7720 insert on the master bus

Barber Adagio for Strings Op 11 (1936)

arrangement & Mix Master : Yasin Lv
Cover ; Arman

Almost Burned

Classics For Piano

Gnossienne No.1 - Arranged For Piano & Clarinet

Gnossienne No.1 - For Piano & Clarinet - Erik Satie

Gnossienne No. 1

Gnossienne No. 1 - For Piano & Clarinet - Erik Satie

The Waiting part 2

Dear listener,  I'm glad you found me. I'm happy to share this brand new song that I wrote and recorded at home in Turkey. I called it 'Backwards ' for now. We'll see what it will turn into in the future.


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Backwards

From Sleep

Dream 8 (Late And Soon)

من به تن دردم نیست
یک تب سرکش، تنها پکرم ساخته و دانم این را که چرا
و چرا هر رگ من از تن من سفت و سقط شلاقی ست
که فرود آمده سوزان
دم به دم در تن من.
تن من یا تن مردم، همه را با تن من ساخته اند
و به یک جور و صفت می دانم
که در این معرکه انداخته اند.

نیما

Lynn's Theme

When How Where When

Gnossienne No.1 (Short Improvisation)

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Lo, music hath dwelt within mine inmost soul since first I drew breath, a spectre unseen yet ever whispering in mine ear. When but a child of six, mine hands didst find their place upon the ivory keys, and in that instant, the heavens didst open, proclaiming thus: This is thy path—tread forth, and stray not.

Through the years, I didst dally with many an instrument—the clarinet, the tuneful lute, the chorus wherein voices rise as one, the riotous company of minstrels in bands of rock and revelry. Yet ‘twas not in the playing alone that my spirit found its fire, but in the crafting of melody itself—the stitching of notes like a tailor most possessed, shaping sound as a potter doth his clay.

And then, upon a fateful eve in the heady bloom of youth, I gazed upon Eroica, a vision of great Ludwig’s mighty Third. A tempest it didst stir within mine breast, a spark that set my very soul ablaze, and ere the night did wane, my quill had birthed its first true song—Piano Sonatina, 2004. From thence forth was I bound, a servant to the Muse, sworn unto composition as a knight unto his sovereign.

To Coventry’s learned halls I went, where masters wise did lend their art—Bob Ramskill, Marcus Cornell, Chris Hobbs—all scholars most esteemed, whose knowledge I did drink as doth a parched man drink the sweetest wine. Some do whisper that my hand doth echo Ornstein’s tempest, Nancarrow’s cunning, Antheil’s mad delight. If such be true, I welcome it as fortune’s boon.

Shouldst thou wish to hear the labours of my heart, thou needs but seek me out upon yon SoundCloud, where resteth my works—piano of wild fancy, great orchestral airs, a tome of strings where harmony and discord dance as lovers ‘neath the moon. And when I set mine own quill aside, I delve ‘midst the dust of time, where ancient scores lie in slumber, breathing once more the breath of life into those melodies the world hath nigh forgotten.

So tarry not, dear friend—lend thine ear, let music seize thee as the tide doth seize the shore, let it shake thee, stir thee, set thy heart adrift upon its waves. And if joy it bring thee, then know thou hast gladdened one poor composer’s soul.

I bow to thee, and bid thee well.

Gnossienne No.1 - For Piano & Clarinet - Erik Satie

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