NOVEMBER DAYS

🇬🇧 English:
Theme music for a project that never came to life.
🇫🇷 Français:
Musique thème d’un projet qui n’a jamais vu le jour.
🇹🇷 Türkçe :
Hayata geçmemiş bir projenin tema müziği.

Douleur du Manqué

From the the video "Silent Hill f Doesn't Know What It Wants to Be" on the Sav channel

Loss & Respite

This track came about from a lyric in the song 'Me and Bobby McGee' about "windshield wipers slappin' time". That was the basis of the rhythm which was augmented with percussion tapped out on an acoustic guitar and loosely inspired by Steve Gadd's drumming on '50 ways to leave your lover.' The whole thing wasn't completely unoriginal - the piano and chordal background came from an unsuccessful attempt at another piece which was stretched and repurposed. The clarinet melody is an original length, which means the emphases in the melody fall in different places with each iteration. Finally the melody is processed to sound as if it is mediated by different technologies to reinforce the slight theme of nostalgia. These technologies move through time from AM radio to vinyl to data-compressed digital.

patterns and accidents vol 1

on our way home

Some cat trivia:  cats can sleep as much as 20 hours per day.

ps: sorry my acoustic guitar doesn't have a correct pitch - I need to get a decent one

Pictured: a retrospective of my cat's achievements in the past year (published with her authorisation https://www.instagram.com/thedailysqueak)

Perso

Over Sleepy

Free!

This track was created for the Naviar Haiku group.
339 week haiku
naviarlab.tumblr.com/

2020-07-02

See The Heavy Leaf ( Naviarhaiku 339 )

Nothing was everything and the day was Night

Some reflection is painful and beautifully sad.

Cold Burning Reflection

Cold Burning Reflection (NaviarHaiku340)

Music : Deepman
Words and voice : Luciole Langevine

Raconte moi l'orage
La pluie qui tambourine
Raconte moi le vent
Qui siffle en chantant
Quand la nature est la musicienne
Et ta maison, son instrument

Au coeur de ton abri
Tu écoutes et tu vibres

Parle moi des rayons du soleil
Qui se faufilent à travers les persiennes
Et parsèment ta chambre de pointillés

Parle moi de cette partition de lumière
Qui s'infiltre, éclabousse tout
De ses variations sublimes

Raconte moi 
Quand tu ouvres ta porte
Cet immense arc-en-ciel 
Qui déploie juste au-dessus
La gamme infinie des couleurs

Debout sur le perron 
Tu exultes, tu vibres

Translation:
Tell me about the storm
The drumming rain
Tell me about the wind
Who whistles while singing
When nature is the musician
And your house, his instrument

In the heart of your shelter
You listen and you vibrate

Tell me about the sun's rays
That sneak through the shutters
And dot your room with dots

Tell me about this partition of light
That infiltrates, splashes everything
Of its sublime variations

Tell me
When you open your door
This huge rainbow
That deploys just above
The infinite range of colors

Standing on the porch
You exult, you vibrate

Raconte Moi - Deepman & Luciole Langevine

Marco Lucchi : organ

25 novembre 2020

***

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereav’d of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say.

Look on the rising sun: there God does live
And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning joy in the noon day.

And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

For when our souls have learn’d the heat to bear
The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.
Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.

Thus did my mother say and kissed me,
And thus I say to little English boy;
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:

I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear,
To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.
And then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him and he will then love me.

William Blake

organ verses n°4

King Imagine: bowed cymbals, metal objects - 
Bruno Gussoni: shakuhachi

King Imagine  &  Bruno  Gussoni  -  Rust

I'm a composer, working from a 3' x 5' studio (some may call it a dinette) in a 5th wheel camper, while traveling the United States. I've been on the road for six years, so most of my recent work will have come from a different state (of mind and location) during my travels.

Music makes me feel better about everything. I don't know that I'm ever happier than when I am creating. I sometimes wonder if creativity isn't one of the primary keys to happiness. Do you ever feel better than when you say, "Look what I did."? This phrase magically conjures the purest sense of childlike joy.

Music works for every part of our lives. We all have music for when we are sad, happy, celebrating, meeting others, when we are alone, and even when we are lonely. Did a song come to mind as you read each of those situations? I remember the first song I ever heard on the radio, on my first bus ride to kindergarten. One of my favorite musical memories is playing in a band for steel beach on the flight deck of the aircraft carrier USS Nimitz.

I love telling stories with music. Everybody loves John Coffey in the Green Mile, but Mr. Jingles should have a song commemorating his reaching and joining the circus at Mouseville. If you agree, join me for this and similar journeys. The music here is synthetic, but as real as you would choose to have it.

My music most often lands on Soundcloud first and is inspired by one of my favorite communities, Naviar Haiku:
https://www.naviarrecords.com/about/naviar-haiku
I find writing to a Haiku prompt sufficiently limiting and exquisitely inspiring.

Cold Burning Reflection (NaviarHaiku340)

Raymond Stull