Superb technique in playing and the harp-like effect brings a special touch to this Satie work, one I have not hear before.

Wonderful in every aspect. Superb arranging and performace.....

A wonderful interpretation of this beautiful piece of music. Great to hear it like this, on guitar.

love the description about where this came from.  We are si fortunate now to have recordings of what we do,  whether we are beginners or pros, it will remain after we are gone. You would have made him happy knowing these piece of music still lives and breathes.  You did a great thing producing this.

This year I've been studying jazz.
Have fun!

Jazztastic

Daniel

There are forests on Earth that endure extreme winters, places where temperatures can reach up to -40/-50C.
They are called Taiga 
Plants and animals go into hibernation hoping they have stored enought nutrients to survive another extreme seasson.
A once thriving forest full of beauty, sounds and colours turn in to a deadly , almost lifeless , colourless and soundless frozen desert.
Life`s clock seems to slow down to a halt while hours turn to days , days turn to weeks and weeks turn to months.
Until the first sun rays strong enough to stop the ice and snow`s  deadly grip ,appear..
Like an explosion...Life`s clock speeds up while the forest heart beats faster and faster, the forest is awaking along with its inhabitants..
Spring returns ...Life begins ....again...

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Photo by Bernat Rangil , Bernat is a wonderful photographer with an incredible eye for beauty.
He has a wonderful heart, after I spoke to him he gave me permission to use his work as cover for my new piece. Visit his site, it will bring you a smile.
https://pixabay.com/users/bernat-848806/

Taiga

Joyeux Anniversaire. Erik Satie was born on this date May 17 in 1866.

In 1887 when he was 21, and before his famous Gymnopodies and Gnossiennes had been completed, Erik Satie composed this third Sarabande as one of three he wrote for piano. At the time he was an impoverished conservatory dropout making his living as a piano player in bohemian taverns and cabarets like Le Chat Noir. The Sarabandes were not published until 1911 with the support of Ravel who also introduced and performed the second Sarabande in concert in 1911. Here i've arranged the third Sarabande for 2 guitars doubled. Hope you enjoy the mystery and captivating harmony that attracted me to it.

Erik Satie Third Sarabande

The Pièces froides are two sets of piano pieces composed in March 1897 by Erik Satie. Unpublished until 1912 when Ravel played them publicly, they marked Satie's break from the mystical-religious music of his Rosicrucian and Gymnopodies period (1891–95), and were a harbinger of his humoristic piano suites of the 1910s. 

The title Pièces froides, translated as Cold Rooms or Cold Cuts, is a punning allusion to the dire poverty Satie experienced during his last years living in Montmartre. In July 1896, he had been forced to move into an unheated ground floor closet (he called it a "cupboard”. The space was so small that Satie's camp bed all but blocked the door shut, and on frigid nights he kept warm by sleeping fully dressed with the rest of his clothing piled on top of him.

This the second of the two cold pieces: Danses de travers (Crooked Dances)
1. En y regardant à deux fois (Give it a good look)
2. Passer (Go on)
3. Encore (Again)

Here i've arranged the original solo piano for 2 classical guitars, 12-string, celeste, woodwinds & strings.

cover art: Le Repas Frugal by Picasso

Erik Satie, Pièces Froides

The new album with the theme “Blues” is now available on all well-known platforms. This album also features collaborations with very talented SoundCloud friends. Enjoy listening

Bluestastic

Lazy Bones

The Rose Theatre existed for only 17 years before its demolition in 1604. In the days of Shakespeare's tragedies this was surely a sad tale indeed. 
With 22 theatres in London at the end of the Tudor dynasty these bawdy wooden palaces were situated on the rough southern side of the Thames where cock fighting and bear baiting were also prevalent attractions. The remains of the Rose Theatre's foundations were discovered during recent redevelopment and are now a much heralded visitor attraction.

Track: Recorders / Soprano Sax / Flutes / Tenor Sax / Clarinet / Beats

Pic (c/o Pinterest): A re-imagining of the Rose Theatre on the south bank of the Thames (near the Globe Theatre) in cross section.

Tudor Rose Blues

I care little for your gold, when my gold is the wind and the sun over the wheat fields.

Poco me importa tu oro, cuando el mío es el viento y el sol sobre los trigales.

Gold

Hey my friends! 
I invite each of you to listen to my story about a sleeping giant who wakes up after a long sleep. Or is it simply a sleeping city that begins another day… 
I hope you enjoy listening to this piece! 🌔
Artur / Surfers like Us

The Giant's Awakening

1973 to September 20, 2017 Image sound works inspired by my favorite Japanese manga works
Original demo recorded: 2001 
Remaster: 2024

浮浪雲_Haguregumo (Wandering Cloud)

https://youtu.be/3JRM4oiJ8jY?si=BeGZIHUk0QetXkuc
or go to my channel @sonniquickpianoimprov2231

Where Does Time Fly?

Where does time fly?
I didn't wonder where
When I was living out my day to day
Too young to really know
How fast the time would pass me by
When my life began to grow

I thought I knew the answers
For my future far ahead
It took so long to get old enough
Time laughed at me instead
Knowing someday I'd look back
At a life I learned to love

I didn't know mistakes I'd make
Or where that choice would take me
I thought I'd have a long, long time
Before me, not behind me
My older years were far away
M,y dreams were there, I'd find

But causes and effects betray
They scatter dreams somewhere
Struggling now to breathe and live
My dreams were tucked away
Wisdom comes from what we give
While waiting for better day

I had come too close to death
To understand my reasons
Now I know with every breath
The order of all seasons
If I had lived my dream too young
I would have stopped believing

Time moves faster than we think
I have one life as it slowly fades
Decades pass like hazy days
It's up to me to make dreams live
I always knew when I was born
It's music I'm alive to give

My younger self who couldn't see
The journey life would take me on
Finally, when I turn around
I hear the sound and understand
I do not live for someone else
and forget the reasons why I stand

My life comes first, I die alone
What matters most is my true self
No one else's truth or lies
Did I forget to wonder why
This life we live is never known
This is where time flies

Where Does Time Fly?

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WANDERING NIGHT.   🎧

guitarist, composer, recording in logic with roland guitar synth, stratocaster and tiny amps.
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Erik Satie Third Sarabande

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