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Sometimes the universe has its way of reminding you of what’s important in life. You get caught up in all your bullshit, and then, one morning, you wake up and suddenly hit that point which truly makes you take a step back, look around, and reassess everything you have been “building” up until this moment. That nagging, stressful, and upsetting thing right over there? Well, that can wait. Perhaps you’ll get to it another day. And if not, well, it will still be there. But for now, you can give yourself permission just to breathe. In and out. Ah… That’s so much better. Thankfully for me, I have this thing that I call music, which I can turn to for an hour every morning and spend some time, like with a friend. And in the end, this post with words that you are reading right now is just my way of sharing those precious single moments with you, when we can simply breathe. Today I am spending sharing my time in the company of a Norwegian composer and pianist, Ole-Bjørn Talstad, who just got signed to the beloved Moderna for his debut, titled Ferd. The album collects eight miniature solo piano pieces that add up to just a bit over 19 minutes in length, and their elegant, intimate, and emotional narrative truly resonates with every cell of my being. As I do with most solo piano compositions, I listen to them in my headphones. This somehow transports me to my own recording sessions in front of an upright piano and close-placed microphones next to the hammers, slightly caressing the strings through the felt. Suddenly, just as I felt with one of my favourite records by Otto A. Totland, it’s as if I’m playing this music myself. I’m hearing the music the way Talstad is hearing it. One simple note at a time. And in between the keys, in all of their ease and purity, is where I find my peace. I hope that you will find yours too.

Ferd

Utsikt

TRACK PREMIERE : Ole-Bjørn Talstad - Utsikt

Calm.
cold
and broken...
This is an anonymous voice...
who was born on a cold night in the depths of darkness.
composer and piano: Kianoush Koureshi

Anonymous

Le Trio Joubran, three brothers descending from a family of « Oud » makers and players since four generations . 

Le trio Joubran - Masâr

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No Clear Mind-A New Sun

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First, a confession.
I don’t play Etude No.1 as fast as Mr. Glass indicated in his score. The honest truth? It’s a little too fast for me—and for Mme Bechstein, as I call my piano. But perhaps that’s part of the charm of this version: it’s a bit slower, more grounded. And in that space, something opens up. The dynamic expression has room to breathe. The tempo becomes a gently rising tide, like waking up slowly, aligning fingers, mind, and breath into harmony.

Admittedly, this is a rather personal interpretation. I’m not entirely sure Mr. Glass would give it his blessing. But then again, it is an etude—and I find this piece simply wonderful.

Over the past weeks, it has become something of a quiet companion in the early hours of the day. I’ve worked from the published score, gradually sketching my own notation to help understand how the sections interlock, how the pulse shifts and evolves. This slow discovery revealed a surprising depth—a kind of secret logic running beneath the surface.

There’s something endlessly captivating about Glass’s harmonic language. It’s modern, never cloying, and crafted with quiet intelligence. His use of subtle shifts—almost imperceptible at first—creates patterns that, through repetition, become almost meditative.

This recording isn’t about perfection or polish and not meant to compete with the many beautiful renditions already out there, performed on the most luxurious grand pianos. It’s my personal take—played honestly, on my own instrument, at my own pace. A moment captured in sound, without the pressure to impress.

If you’re a pianist—especially one still finding their way, as I am—I warmly encourage you to spend time with this piece. It has a way of revealing itself slowly, like light unfolding across a morning room. And perhaps, in its simplicity, you’ll find something of yourself reflected there.

I’d love to hear how this piece resonates with you. Leave a comment if you’d like to share your thoughts or your own experience with Glass’s music.

Yours truly,
Sebastian Morawietz

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Studio Diaries: Glass Etude No.1 – My Morning Ritual

Music for piano and string quartet.

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Solstice

There it is-again
Amber, maybe orange
Half-hearted warning, not urgent, not bored
Blink, gone
Hey, it's back
A flicker, a wink, a mechanical tic
or maybe it's just shy
Could be the sun
Could be
A reflection of something I forgot

So, I pop the hood
Poke around with the wrong end of a spoon
Jiggle a cable
(a confident nod to no one)
Check the cap, pat the battery
whisper: "You okay?"
The engine stares at me
deadpan, unimpressed
like a doctor at my annual checkup
who's just found my browser history

Google says: "Loose gas cap"
Grandpa says: "Spirit trapped inside"
Mechanic says, "That's normal for this model"
I nod
Pretend I know what normal is
Pretend the light cares

The light is on
and off
and on
Maybe it's my signal
Maybe it's Morse code
Maybe it's love
or low-grade cosmic threat
I blink twice
It blinks back
Who's warning who here?

Maybe the car is lonely
craving existential meaning
Maybe it's asking for therapy
or more podcasts
or a different kind of fuel
Maybe it needs to talk
about its childhood

My neighbor says, "It's the universe
giving you a sign"
My barista says
"You need a vacation"
My phone suggests a playlist called
"Songs for Unexplained Warning Lights"
(Now that's suspicious)

The light is on
and so am I
Lying awake at 2 am
googling symptoms I don't have
Maybe I'm the check engine
Maybe I'm the one
blinking
on and off
hoping someone's paying attention

What if the light's for the things I can't fix?
What if it's grief
or taxes
or unfinished novels?
Is there a scanner
for existential dread?
Can I tighten my soul with a twist of a cap?
Do I need premium dreams?
Or just more air in the metaphorical tires?

The light is on
Don't know what it means
Maybe I'm warning myself
Maybe I'm the mystery
the dashboard blinking
the unresolved riddle
rolling downhill
engine running
mind humming
watching for smoke
that never comes

The light is on
I'll keep driving
Maybe it'll turn off
Maybe I will
Maybe that's all we ever get
A sign we can't read
and a road that doesn't care

The light is on!
The light is on
The light ...

The Light Is On

Live Video: https://youtu.be/SUlkvdyt_UU

Hey – it’s me again!
This is Talking to Ghosts — the second release from my ongoing project Cycles I.

I’ve refined my TouchOSC loop engine for this one, making it easier to switch between loops in real time. It’s a quiet but important step forward in my setup — less distraction, more flow.

The piece itself has a strange kind of presence. The loops start talking back. Layers appear, disappear, reappear — like echoes of something that was once there. Or maybe still is.

Over the past weeks, this piece slowly became more personal. As the anniversary of my brother’s death approached, certain memories and emotions began to resurface — quietly, insistently.
I didn’t plan for it to become personal, but somehow it did.
There’s a feeling of reaching out — not knowing who (or what) might answer. A sense of speaking into something unseen, hoping to hear something in return.

Maybe that’s what looping is: a conversation with what’s left behind.

The world is shifting — AI, music, identity, everything. I’m trying to figure out what it means to exist as an artist right now. What can I offer? What am I even trying to say? I don’t have answers yet. But this is part of the search.

Let me know what you think of the piece — and of this format.
It means a lot to hear from you.

Yours truly,
Sebastian

Talking To Ghosts (Live Looping Session)

heartbreak season

The Last Caravan [La Derniere Caravane]

I’m breathing fading lines, blurred and cruel
Trapped in your buckshot eyes, a cruel soft hue
I can’t recall where we broke
My dear, don’t unspool me
Can I call it all a joke?
And you-
Just stay here and undo me

I don’t know where we start or end
My dear, don’t unspool me
In you, I find my shape again
My dear, say you didn't fool me

Green grows where our bodies once lay, was it true?
You wear your quiet prize, masking through

I know you are heaven sent
My dear, don’t unspool me
By you, stitched back to shape again
My dear, say you didn't fool me

Oh, what a waste—your heaven turns to splinters, always
Oh, what a way—to be bound to your hunger, your ache
Oh, what a way—to be guarding a heaven you made
Oh, what a place—you erase

I’m breathing fading lines, blurred and cruel
Trapped in your buckshot eyes, a cruel soft hue

1986

Video: https://youtu.be/KHdOCCFV9IE
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Hey, it’s me again. Back with another piece from con PED —
music for the quietest moments.

A collection of twelve quiet piano works, each in its own key,
played on my 1908 upright Madame Bechstein with the sustain pedal held from start to finish.

Yours truly,
Sebastian

con PED

Family Secret

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"For Jesús" no es sólo una pieza instrumental, sino un gesto de gratitud hacia un músico cuyas cuerdas hablan más que las palabras.
Jesús Flores no toca para impresionar, sino para confesar — con alma, silencio y verdad.

Con guitarra acústica y violonchelo, respondo a ese lenguaje.
Esta pieza es mi silencioso “gracias”, dedicada a un artista que me enseñó que la verdadera música no necesita escenario — sólo honestidad.

Su perfil original en SoundCloud no está disponible en este momento, por lo que no es posible añadir un enlace directo.
Aun así, esta obra queda — pública y para siempre — como un agradecimiento a Jesús Flores y su arte.

"For Jesús" is more than an instrumental track – it is a gesture of gratitude to a musician whose strings speak beyond words.
Jesús Flores plays the guitar not to impress, but to confess – with soul, silence and truth.

With acoustic guitar and cello, I offer my reply to that language. This piece is my silent thank you, to an artist who showed me that real music needs no stage – only sincerity.
His original SoundCloud profile is currently unavailable, so no direct link can be added. Still, this track remains – publicly and forever – a thank you to Jesús Flores and his art.

Credits
Music, arrangement, mix & master: DestKorn / Lyrics : 
Artwork: DestKorn
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