Name: An Buachailín Bán by Lorenzo Quant in Analog Beings
Duration: 2 min 37 s
Description: This is from memory and is a first solo on the whistle for nearly twenty years. I’m pleased it’s not as rusty as I expected.

very pretty - don't notice any rust here ;-)

You are a man of many skills and talents, Lorenzo! And that whistle is deep within you, to sound like this after 20 years.

Analog Beings

Thank you for listening!
A new collaboration with the very talented singer & songwriter Sarah Golding.
Check out the great work of Sarah: https://soundcloud.com/voiceofgolding/tracks
Lyrics and vocals: Sarah Golding
Photography: Trudy Simpkin

Lyrics:
See the southern cross, my little love?
Trace the shapes in the galaxy above
Tiny lights in the sky
Distant giant fires
Time will pass, and the stars will age
And my love for you will never fade
Never fade away.
No matter where, why, how far you fly
I’ll be by your side like a constellation
A constellation in the night sky
See the southern cross, my little love?
Trace the shapes in the darkness above
Burning bright in the sky
Distant giant fires
Time will pass, and the stars will age
And my love for you will never, never fade away

Constellation

Constellation (Feat. Sarah Golding)

The main riff of this is monkeyed from widerstehe doch der sünde by J.S. Bach. Another tribute to my father, who loved Bach.

I Know That You're Gone

This track is inspired by the words of Mr Jon Kabat-Zinn, who is both a great scientist and one of the founders of mindfulness meditation. I have the greatest respect for his wisdom and his work, and I thank him to build bridges between science and philosophy.

Music & mixing by Julien Vescovi
Spoken words by Jon Kabat-Zinn
Flute played by Lou Faedda
Double bass played by Colinne Solet

Locked-in

One Melody

Throughline

This is from memory and is a first solo on the whistle for nearly twenty years. I’m pleased it’s not as rusty as I expected.

An Buachailín Bán

ATHUL

Full song will be released by Elarian on March 1, 2024.
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6nTdCb3rx77rN1F5hTqkCD

[Verse]
Amy is a girl with a big imagination
With dozens of dolls, she holds a  fascination
Every day she wakes up, her room's a doll city
With dolls all around looking happy, looking pretty
Amy makes sure that her dolls are always alright

[Chorus]
Doll wonderland, Amy's got dolls all around
Doll wonderland, living in a magical town
She's got dolls with curls, dolls with bows
Dolls of every color in a never-ending row
She's got dolls in her dreams, dolls in her sleep
This little girl Amy has too many dolls to keep.

If you would like me to create a song like this for your kids (using their names in the song) go to:
https://musicmagician.etsy.com

Doll Wonderland

Circus

affectionate

Midnight Blues

Transmigration Of Souls

Artist Picture. dolorsilentium Instagram
Cover Art Editor. Shyntwirl
PROD. Shyntwirl 

Shyntwirl - Entity (PROD. Shyntwirl)

Knock 3 Times On The Back Of My Skull

Hey... thanks for dropping by. A sad song about a woman from my past, who fell on hard times by no fault of her own. I am learning how to do some hammer-ons and pull-offs so that part of the song is rough. And of course this is a snippet, and not really a song, so it just ends. Maybe one day I will redo this, maybe not?

DADGAD Tunes

The Illusions Of Another Chance

Benjamin Börschinger (guitar)
Timo Petmanson (keyboard, drum machine)

Zürich 2020

Mixing/mastering Remi Teras

Petmanson & Börschinger - Trumimasen [2020]

I don’t have as much time at the moment to be on Soundcloud. I always appreciate listens and feedback and will respond when I can. 
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Thank you for visiting. It’s always appreciated. 
You’ll mostly find blues colliding with other sounds, styles and traditions here. Lots of improvisation. Lots of guitar and some other instruments. Hope you find something to enjoy!

Listen to Korima songs at www.korima.net


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Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

Spring Solstice


Winter Solstice 
The Winter Solstice is an astronomical phenomenon that marks the shortest day and the longest night of the year. In the Northern Hemisphere, the Winter Solstice occurs on 21 or 22 December, when the sun shines directly over the tropic of Capricorn. At sunrise on the shortest day of the year, for 17 minutes, direct sunlight can enter the Newgrange monument, not through the doorway, but through the specially contrived small opening above the entrance known as the ‘roof box’, to illuminate the Chamber.

Samhain
The púca
Of all the ghosts and fairies abroad on Halloween, the púca (or pooka) was the most feared and October 31st was known as Púca Night in parts of Ireland. The púca, meaning 'goblin', can be malevolent or benevolent and is not solely associated with Halloween. It's a mythological fairy and the ultimate shapeshifter, capable of appearing in a variety of forms but most commonly as a dark horse or part dog.

October 

Night migration of birds.

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September

Barn swallows bury themselves in mud in lakes



August

Barn owls and birds of prey on the move
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July

Watching bats emerge at dusk.

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June

walking in meadows




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May
The Dawn Chorus:  Ireland 5 am.
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April
First swallow of the year
Welcome, welcome
From out of mud in lakes
Were you resting there?



March

Unveils like a first thought
A whisper



February

"Nothing stands out yet", you said
As you looked over your shoulder
Broad and rounded, square and hunched
I thought I heard you say, "We are water
And over time we solidify"

Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic Design by Simon

January
Snow white egret
among fields of greenandbrown
Are you lost in its vastness?
Bubulcus ibis.

DE-cem- ber
Silver EEL migration 
down river to the sea
on a moonless night

through
an obstcale 
of nets
Cutting blades
pollution
And 
Par -a -sites
White egret



December
Mild to touch, not yet winter
snow drop dropping still
daffodil 

November, can I surrender to your dying
Are you truly dying or surrendering



Is it not enough to be ALIVE, autumn 
As birds migrate thousands of miles, autumn
Of an inner stirring and outward knowing

Is BE-ING
to Our Mind
bor -ing

As summer turns, it turns
To autumn, autumn
The slugs and worms live at the root; 
The slugs eat the juice of carrot
Is it good for their EyEs too...?

I buried a 'th' in the soil
With vowels and nettles
And I, this eyE, aye, oh
This What...?
This sometimes
Known thing
Doesn't kNOW oh oh

Winter take, take these
Sor rows, lay them
Deep ee eep
To become worms
for the birds to eat


ever ever
Denied to

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Concept Art by SuZanne Ledwith
Photography by something&knot Productions 
Graphic design by Simon

An Buachailín Bán

Lorenzo Quant

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