01 - Spitfire Audio - Appassionata Strings - Cellos (6) - Legato 
02 - Spitfire Audio - Hans Zimmer Strings - 60 Cellos - Long

Appassionata Strings

[CONCEPT]
As part of human nature, fears about an unpredictable future or doubts about past decisions constantly arise in our minds. These emotions can be obstacles when we’re facing challenges in our lives. However, I believe the strength we need to overcome these feelings is already within us: the power of believing in our potential to achieve something great. We don’t need to rely on external sources but simply access our internal driving force. Whenever you find yourself stuck in the mud of fear, I hope this song will serve as a reminder to get back on track.

[LYRICS]
Oh, I can’t explain
But I feel this sensation is real
There’s something inside of me
That keeps me moving forward, now

Life is full of uncertainty
Feeling like I’m walking in the dark
But I don’t wanna get stuck in my fears
Let the hope inside shine my way

When doubts are making noise in my mind
It's time to listen closely to the voice in my heart

Oh, I can’t stop now
'Cause this momentum is so strong
There’s something inside of me
That keeps me moving forward, now

Life is full of ambiguity
Like the horizon when clouds fill the sky
No matter how hard I strive for clarity
Eerie clouds obscure my sight

When I have no clue where I should go
It's time to listen closely to the voice in my heart

Oh, I can’t explain
But I feel this sensation is real
There’s something inside of me—
It’s my driving force
And the energy source
That keeps me moving forward, now

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My Driving Force

Up And Down Again

This my first ever song with lyrics. 
The piano version of this song is at 
https://soundcloud.com/konrad-spittelberg/the-new-years-queue-piano-miniature
Check out my other music here: https:\\konrad-spittelberg.carrd.co

In the New Year's Queue

On a crisp and sunny morning, I step inside the market hall
Buying treats and sparkling wine, for our New Years party at night fall
My thoughts are drifting to the evening, dreaming of a joyful night
I dream of dance, of friends of fancy fashion– tonight is gonna feel allright

And then arrive at the counter - no, that's euphemistic to say
‘cause the end of the line is 20 meters away
Patience tested but my pulse still stays rested
I glance at my watch, just sufficient time still at hand
But if I get delayed, my day won't go as I planned
“Come on, why can’t you just move along?”

An elderly 
-- couple decides that they want to get 
--rid of all their coupons
They search their bags with amazing endurance - it’s a geriatric marathon
They turn each leaflet individually – is it still good?
I feel the pressure slowly rising under my hood
 
why do I have to waste my time in line - what's the deal?
how did I end up here - I must attest -- this gets a surreal feel
Every minute feels like hours, I’ve got to  go
Stuck in this snail trail that is creeping so slow

--- A man wants to pay 
his whole purchase with coins and he counts them with intricate care 
--- But then he mixes them up 
and so the count repeats again, 
--- as the line waits in ever increasing despair
his fingers start to tremble even more 
as he tries to build piles
 --- if it were for me
I would strongly support a law 
That would put this guy  into eternal exile

 Clench my fists till they’re white
Try to resist the anger that is building up inside of me
Hormones storming, my vision forming a tunnel
That is filled to the top with a bloody red sea
I must confess, it was no clever plan
To use my cart, As a battering ram
First it caused a shopping cart traffic jam
And then the first blow started to hit  into my belly

You will understand that I needed to defend my stand
Fists were flying there were children crying I did not care
Rage was holding me in its clutch
My composure breaking, this was getting too much
As I went down under kicks and blows


And the last thing that I’m able to recall
I was smashed against a wall
It nearly  broke  my skull
Conciousness waved politely bye bye 

I woke up the following day in a hospital
the bruises were not really critical
but my enthusiasm for this new year had faded to null

Around next Christmas, 
I'll mind my own business
And leave all the parties behind 
And will try  …
… to unwind

The New Year's Queue (Piano Poetry)

It's mostly a lie, mostly......except for love, sometimes. 

Look…Drones!

A student of mine is learning this piece, so I decided to learn it too. But it sounded incomplete, so...

†ॐ

Based on "Menuett in C-Dur, Op. 38, No. 4" from "50 Stücke für Anfänger"
Music composed by Johann Wilhelm Hässler
Arranged and performed by Thomas O'Higgins Horna
Produced at Kolima Forest Studios
Cover art by broadacre.

This track is not to be used to train AI.

Hässlers menuett

Angry_Jukebox

The Queen classic Fat Bottomed Girls given some welly by The Recursives live at The Fox, Oswestry - with some enthusiastic audience participation 😎
Video can be found here
https://youtu.be/f0CnN7FsIzM?si=HdRb8XVXuctyhxfQ

Fat Bottomed Girls - Queen cover

photo: skeneby

sonic structures and silent stretches https://soundcloud.com/sonic-textures

lyrics / copyright jo richter:

how long
how long can you stand the tension
life moves
and thrives on vital suspension
night's claws
a pilot's midnight conundrum
hold tight
pay tribute to the handsome

sonic structures and silent stretches  and well  -  his mushroom clone

1855, Torino, nice 1st floor suite on the Plaza. Dashed good soak in the tub with a cigar and a healing bottle of Muscat. I tinkled for service and was passed my bathrobe. Waited for the door to shut, then stood, steam rising through the cotton, in front of the tall windows and the dressing mirror. Some sort of carnival beat started. Looked at my pink cheeks and caught my eye in the mirror. Gradually transported to an imaginary stage.  Started miming, then singing random words..clumsy rhymes..love, shove, dove, enough (with a 'v').
Was moving slinkily in my gown..big operatic reaches to the heavens, half-pirouettes, a pelvic jerk, recognising dignitaries in the phantom audience with winks and pointed finger. The gown slipped away with a noiseless 'ffff'. Crescendo. A heavy landing from the edge of the bed and a dangerous skid onto the rug. Composed again, bowing to myself and smiling,  wiping tears and sweat from my brilliant brow.

Suddenly aware of the beat stopping, replaced by a baying horde of a thousand barking, chuckling faces..teeth and white eyes, jabbing fingers. Standing bestripped before them, I gave a feeble wave.
Left sharpish through the back door.

C'mon ..We've all been there!?
Be good

Nick



Private Performance

01 - Soundiron - Voices of Gaia - Francesca Phrases Bombastic 120 bpm
02 - SA - WE - A simple Start
03 - UVI - Falcon - Plurality - Clay Flute Trills Granular Split by Simon Stockhausen
04 - UVI - Falcon - Plurality - Transparent Pulsation & Glass Melancholy by Simon Stockhausen

Part 3 coming soon ... 😉

Beyond Dreams - Part 2

This is what I did.
Fast asleep now
Time was our only enemy 
Be good
Nick

Private Performance

Nicholas Ridiculous