https://esslemont.bandcamp.com/album/the-sledge-with-you
Music Written & Performed by Esslemont
Features the poem 'The Price' by Stewart Henson
Track features on the EP 'The Sledge with You'
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered in Scotland

Esslemont Sounds 2022

The Referred Patient

ALX BROKEN - Sync Op 8

outHEAR New Music Week: Sophie Schafleitner - violin, Dimitrios Polisoidis - viola, Gregory Chalier - flute, Elena Arbonies Jauregui - bass clarinet

tres glosas - Klangforum Wien and PPCM Graz - Live

Only You

Mecanismos - premiered during the 2023 Distat Terra Festival
Quartetto Maurice
Sound recording: Pablo Boltshauser

Mecanismos - for string quartet

Piano Sonata No. 8

“Piano Sonata No. 8” was completed in November, 2023 in Fairview, TX.  This work was mastered by EMastered.com.  Publication by Creative Spirit Online.

The work is in three movements with only a slight pause between movements: Andante Rondo, Lento, Andante Rondo

Performance time is about 17 1/2 minutes. 

Score and parts in printed or electronic media are available from www.CreativeSpiritOnline.com.

Piano Sonata No. 8

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Piano Sonata No. 8 (Now published at CreativeSpiritOnline.com)

Im in day .m4a

In the heart of the night emanate foreboding gleeps, blorbs and fragments of a forgotten broadcast; all of which compliment my piano improvisation.

Black Nocturne Nr 1

Memories-of-Spring(chosic.com).mp3

He realizado este tema improvisando sobre la voz de Charles Bukowski leyendo su poema The last days of the suicide kid. Aquí os dejo el texto

I can see myself now 
after all these suicide days and nights, 
being wheeled out of one of those sterile rest homes 
(of course, this is only if I get famous and lucky) 
by a subnormal and bored nurse 
there I am sitting upright in my wheelchair 
almost blind, eyes rolling backward into the dark part of my skull 
looking 
for the mercy of death 
Isn’t it a lovely day, Mr. Bukowski 
O, yeah, yeah 
the children walk past and I don’t even exist 
and lovely women walk by 
with big hot hips 
and warm buttocks and tight hot everything 
praying to be loved 
and I don’t even 
exist 
It’s the first sunlight we’ve had in 3 days, 
Mr. Bukowski. 
Oh, yeah, yeah. 
there I am sitting upright in my wheelchair, 
myself whiter than this sheet of paper, 
bloodless, 
brain gone, gamble gone, me, Bukowski, 
gone 
Isn’t it a lovely day, Mr. Bukowski 
O, yeah, yeah pissing in my pajamas, slop drooling out of 
my mouth. 
2 young schoolboys run by — 
Hey, did you see that old guy 
Christ, yes, he made me sick! 
after all the threats to do so 
somebody else has committed suicide for me 
at last. 
the nurse stops the wheelchair, breaks a rose from a nearby bush, 
puts it in my hand. 
I don’t even know 
what it is. it might as well be my pecker 
for all the good 
it does.

The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid

C. Duchnowski - sweter: Eryk Lubos, Agata Zubel

The Last Days Of The Suicide Kid

Rafael Amaya

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