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Heaven and Earth

Heaven and Earth - muterial | Not So Evil

Come Una Guerra Dentro

(R)Umori Di Fondo

Settembre (L'eco Confuso Di Un Ricordo Lontano)

Riflessione Introspettiva

Il Tempo Mescola I Ricordi

Little Red Harmonica
Music and Lyrics by Mike Krath

Many years ago,
When one of our sons was born,
The doctor told us your boy is very sick,
He’d live three to four years at most,
And when he turned five, we were so happy,
Maybe there was a chance after all,
And on that birthday I gave him a little red harmonica,
You may be weak, I told him, not able to do much but lie around, but with this you can play anywhere you are. 
Now go ahead, make something of yourself. 
Let’s hear some sweet music. 
And he smiled and took the little red harmonica in his hands. 
I’m gonna learn how to play this, daddy,
I’m gonna learn how to make a heavenly sound. 
I laughed. I bet you will, son. I bet you will. 

And for the next year,
He played the best he could,
Here and there, to anyone who’d listen,
To his brothers and sisters, to the neighbors, the cats, the dogs, even the pigs.
He loved that harmonica,
It never left his little hand all day, 
Not even to eat (to an extent)
And he had it with him by his side until he went to bed,
But on his sixth birthday, the music stopped. And we had to take him to the hospital. 
And there he begged me in a weak voice, daddy, please don’t let them take away my harmonica. I want to practice, I want to keep practicing. If I’m gonna die and be buried, don’t let me buried without it. 
And I promised. 
And when his 6-year-old body was lying in the coffin, the little red harmonica lay in his hands. 

Now the years have passed,
And we’ve moved on with our lives,
And I try not to think too much of my son,
But from time to time 
I have someone from our old town
Tell me that when they visited the graveyard. 
They swore they could hear a muffled sound
Of someone practicing a harmonica. 
And I start to think again of my little boy.  
I start to think of him day and night. 

In the great redemption story,
I know I’ll see him again,
I know I’ll see him and we’ll be standing side by side. 
And in my mind I see him with his little red harmonica,
And him saying,
You want to see me play it, daddy, you wanna?
And I say, of course, Let’s hear what you’ve learned all these many years. 

And I see him lift it and play a heavenly sound,
A sound that lights up my heart,
And I can’t believe it,
And I grab and squeeze him tight,
What joy is this? What joy are you giving?
And he laughs. 
Do you like it, daddy, do you?
Do I like it? I love it!
And I hug him again,
And then weep on his shoulder,
I’ve missed him so much. 
And I hear him say, don’t cry, daddy, this is heaven now. There are no tears. 
I know. But I’m crying tears of joy. 
And I hug him like I’ve never hugged him before. 
I hug my little boy with his little red harmonica like I’ve never have before.


Set-Up:
DAW: Reason 12

Analog Instrument:
C-Harmonica

Keyboard Instruments:
Folk Fiddle - Keyswitch - Insanity Samples
Appassionata Strings - Spitfire
Hanz Zimmer Strings - Spitfire
Voices - Barbary Solo Glide AH TF - Soundpaint
Solo Boy Legacy and Legato Sections - VOXOS
Originals - Felt Piano - Spitfire

Little Red Harmonica

Always some Superbowl leftovers to either enjoy or throw out the next day.   The wonderful Georg Boehme on tenor and bari saxes and Pinner on guitar join me.  Super bowl Leftovers rose to #5 on Soundcloud’s Hot and New in the Jazz & Blues category. 

https://soundcloud.com/georg-boehme
https://soundcloud.com/pinner

and some great playlists with Georg and Stephan...
https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind/sets/grooving-with-georg-boehme
https://soundcloud.com/jamie-rhind/sets/smokin-with-stephan-stephan


Thanks as always for your generous time listening, for your comments and for your shares

Superbowl Leftovers - Georg Boehme / Stephan Lipinski / Jamie Rhind

YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hwSaW1a8Ozg
BANDCAMP: georgewanat.bandcamp.com/

wanatg@gmail.com

Mechanical Dream (Watch the Video)(Free Download)

May Peace be with us all again.

Released 29 March 2022

Prayer For Peace

With The Choir Of Gothic Intent

"Yada, yada, yada da...dada dada....daaaa....uhhh...." she stopped moving. Her hands holding her head, she felt herself starting to slip.  Perhaps this solitude and no response has started to get to her she thought.  

"How much longer before I have to face this lonliness and anger? How much more can I take?"  she said outloud to herself, like normal at this point.  Crouching by one of the fold down tables, she rocked back and forth holding herself.  She trembled while her arms were wrapped around her body trying to comfort and console herself long enough to enact protocol 7-3Z6A.

She had finished assembling two more sections of greenroom that she had recovered from one of companion ships which had crashed approximately 10km northwest of the cave system that she inhabited.  Having all of rooms full of greenery that was thriving due to the purity of the concentrated Co2 ice that she had been sublimating to feed them, thus creating an inhabitable environment.

She spent a lot of time talking to the plants, but she knew that with the anger and desperation welling up inside of her and reaching its breaking point closer and closer each day, that she had to set the system to run the automation that she had programmed.
Shortly after this, she collapsed into the decent of madness.

Locking herself away from the lab for a 2 week set period on the locks themselves, she had all her basic needs in this room she had been living in as her own little apartment.  The few remnants of what she brought from Earth out here decorated the shelving and table space.  She had even brought a few ferns into this space to add a little life to the otherwise dull looking room.  

She started to cry. She started to cry tears of horrific sadness and dispair. Thrashing her body about and beating on the metal walls, her screams reached the spectrum of blood curdling wails.  She had finally abandoned all hope of ever seeing another human being again.  She was truly in Hell.  After running around in circles screaming bloody murder, she tripped over the leg of her bed. As soon as her head hit the ground, she blacked out.

Vera awoke 2 days later with a massive headache and a parched mouth.  
She went straight for the water.

Project Umbriel

Aggressive In Her Nature

Meandering

Inspired by the use of silence as a powerful musical tool used by Nadir. I took some scary musical risks at 2.5 minutes. Trying to be comfortable playing some uncomfortable notes that are normally harmonically musical enemies of each other.
Check out Nadìr on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/zHRVZ


Windowsill

They extend from the shadows
Reaching for you
Pay them no mind
And keep going

[Aftermath] mus_limbs

https://progettosonoro.bandcamp.com/follow_me
progettosonoro è Marco Mascia, accumulatore seriale (e parallelo) di strumenti musicali e oggetti sonori e (non)musicista. Dal 2007 fa parte (con Manuel Lain) del duo Le Pecorecaramellate che ha all'attivo un Cd (Una botte e via! edito da Sesto Esercizio Records) e ha partecipato (Cagliari, 10 Ottobre 2015, Nuovo Panificio) al Multiversal EXP-OFF. 
Il 1 Maggio 2016, sempre al al Nuovo Panificio, ha partecipato, con la Roaring Pianolas Orchestra, alla perfomance live "pianoltre"

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