Jane B.  piano and arr.  Eva Schneider

My attempt to perform JS Bach's original score is here:
https://soundcloud.com/man-drax-222645532/cover-js-bach-two-part-invention-C-major

These variations, intended to be complete by 20 July 2023(somewhat behind schedule) proved difficult. Despite working hard to produce tolerable variations, Bach's original remains vastly superior (to the surprise of absolutely no-one). This..shadow.

JS Bach Two Part Invention In C Major Part II - Variations

MY COMPUTER COULDNT HANG SO I COULDNT FINISH THIS. WANNA BUY ME A NEW COMPUTER?

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Sax ensemble, sax solo and mastering, Mario Sboarina https://soundcloud.com/rosmarinobaia 
Sonopoetry (stream of consciousness technique) and mixing, Ilaria Boffa
pic, Euganean Hills, June 2023, IB

Elegy
The river is no longer that river
the landscape not that landscape
you used to skirt and redraw.

I see you crossing soybean fields 
dauntless and determined like an African woman 
balancing a basket on her head.

I wish I could plunge my fingers
into your fur dense and wavier 
and pretend I hadn’t counted your vertebrae. 

Cracks smash the meadow, unsteady 
the narrow access to the bight, boots tag along 
tearing off lianas behind you.

The damp of splashes in the swoosh and chirp
of countless plants and flights
over four thousand four hundred eighty-six days.

Pervasive your gaze on things
the way you located yourself in space
never arbitrary.

Head held down to meet mine
wilderness and wild thistles’ scent
bora.

When dismay floods in, sudden
a pang of loneliness sucks up the void
crushing it in the throat tightened 

as if by rope.
Thus you unveiled surrender and
what has been will not be.

Elegia
Il fiume non è più quel fiume 
il paesaggio non più quel paesaggio
che eri solita costeggiare e ridisegnare. 

Ti vedo attraversare i campi di soia
impavida e determinata come una donna africana
la cesta sul capo.

Vorrei poter affondare le mie dita
nel tuo pelo spesso e ondulato
e fingere di non aver contato le vertebre.

Crepe spaccano il terreno, instabile 
lo stretto accesso all’ansa, gli stivali inseguono 
strappano liane dietro di voi.

Umido di schizzi nel fruscio e cinguettio
di innumerevoli piante e voli
in quattromilaquattrocentoottantasei giorni.

Pervasivo il tuo sguardo sulle cose 
il modo di posizionarti nello spazio
mai casuale.

La testa abbassata a incontrare la mia 
odore di landa e cardi selvatici
bora.

Quando assale improvviso lo sgomento 
una fitta di solitudine risucchia il vuoto
e lo preme nella gola costretta 

come da corda.
Così hai rivelato la resa e
ciò che è stato non sarà.

Elegy/Elegia (Mario Sboarina & Ilaria Boffa)

Wicked

Well, you go to the club for a sexy time
But then it all gets out of line
Glasses start smashing and fists are flashing
And all we wanted was to have a good time

What is the point of drinking until you fight?
Where is the love that we all wanted tonight?

You settle down with a pint
You take a seat, to have a good night
But when you rise, you feel a knock
Hey, did you spill my pint?

Somebody has to spoil it all
When all we wanted was some loving for all
And now we gonna get hit out of spite
And end up having a really shit night

You're with a girl, she's really nice
Your beer goggles say she's posh spice
But then a bloke turns up at once he
And says you are, taking his fiancee




Dancin hay

Paul Maurice Roche | Composer

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