Délicieux ! Bravo Roger 💐 😍 🍀 🎧 🎶 

Vous melodies me transportent toujours pour le cineme français. Ça me fait du bien, vous ecouter.

It got some Plants vs. Zombies vibes ^^ but a lot more to offer later. Really nice.

Beautiful theme full of delicate classical "touch". :)

Belle composition très agréable à écouter. Beaucoup de timbres différents dans l’orchestration montre une recherche certaine pour éviter la monotonie et écrire quelque chose d’abouti. Ça j’aime bien ! Beau travail !

Belle composition, bravo pour les agréables harmonies !

Guitar : Amplesound AGL Alhambra
Flute : V.S.L Alto flute
Horns : Spitfire Audio Symphonic Brass
Violin & Cello : Spitfire Audio Solo strings
Choirs: V.S.L BBO Ganymède
Strings : V.S.L Synchron Elite Stings

Sous le vent (Roger Tastet Mai 2021)

Sous le vent

Here I just used a few passages from the Book of Isaiah, chapter 14, sung in Italian over the Francesco and Rosin beautiful collaboration. This powerful chapter in the Old Testament compares the king of Babylon to Lucifer, the fallen angel. In the troubled history of mankind we were never short of kings of Babylon. Perhaps someday...

Il soggiorno dei morti si agita per te, per venire a incontrarti al tuo arrivo.
Tutti prendono la parola e ti dicono:
Anche tu dunque sei diventato debole come noi?

Come mai sei caduto dal cielo,
astro mattutino, figlio dell'aurora?
Come mai sei atterrato,
tu che calpestavi le nazioni?

Tu dicevi in cuor tuo: Lo salirò in cielo,
innalzerò il mio trono al di sopra delle stelle di Dio.

Invece ti hanno fatto discendere nel soggiorno dei morti,
nelle profondità della fossa!
Sotto di te sta un letto di vermi,
e i vermi sono la tua coperta.

It's Almost Dawn JFC (over Francesco Cartocci Instrumental ft. Rosin Dust)

This is a demo of my tune Prediction, which was written in 2019.  Stu Goodis did such a great job playing on this demo so I'm temporarily posting it until a recorded version is available.  Incredible photo taken by Ariana Vanderbeels.

Prediction

Boundary Breaker

Covert Surveillance

The Lights Became Erratic (2020)

Jostled Against by Hawkers and Sightseers

funked and groovy

LYRICS
Every now and then when I'm just dreaming
My thoughts turn to you
When I said goodbye
You didn't scream you didn't cry
You just watched as I walked away
No tears to cry nothing to say

Did it hurt well, I'll never know
And if it did It didn't show
When I said goodbye
You didn't scream you didn't cry
You just watched as I walked away
No tears to cry nothing to say

It's too late to say I'm sorry
I didn't mean to hurt you that way
But I keep on thinking
And I guess there was no other way

Instrumental

Every now and then when I'm just dreaming
My thoughts turn to you
When I said goodbye
You didn't scream you didn't cry
You just watched as I walked away
No tears to cry nothing to say

Outro

When I Said Goodbye

Endless Fragments 140 BPM

Development of my now theme but the Oboe takes over. It's nice that it continues with the motif but modulate and shifts and sways in rhythm. Its the bass line that pushes the pulse in that off beat way.

Bloom

One of the many nice things about "chatting" to Dan is that he will often pin a little gift to the end of a message in the form of a link to a piece of music he has crafted.

A few days ago I listened, enthralled, to a wonderful piece he originally created in 2012 but recently remixed;  it is called "A Song of Sadness".

I couldn't help but scribble.  
What came out is rough, personal, raw and edgy.
It is what it is.   That's how it works sometimes.  No point in trying to beautify it.
A little taken aback, I put it to one side.
It was destined for the waste basket, but must have crawled out in the night...

Thank you Dan, for permitting me to drape some words across your fabulous music.

If you don't know Dan's work, you can find it here.  

https://soundcloud.com/dan-t-3

Well worth a look.
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Self Portrait in the Palette of Sadness

Staring blankly at this craven world I focus only on the back of my own eyelids.
Anything beyond that is simply too terrifying to contemplate.  Utter horror.
Oh so frankly recalling how my childhood haven unfurled, the surgical violence
All too fond of familiar pains searing all the black night through to the dark tomorrow.
Drenched of sweat, fevered neatly, wrapped for warmth to boil completely,
But they couldn't understand; familial care demanded heat be close at hand.
The inside of my head, red-hot pokered time again, would rot and spew a filthy pus, 
Rancid stuff, seeping of my very brain, medically remanded in defeat, the two of us.
Sadness and me.

Sister Campbell, Sister Henley, angels both would flap beside, to find, and
Hold me tightly, bound of nursing love, as tears streamed when finally, at last I cried, 
The five year old's manly fight conceded to the salted lash-borne brine.
“Dear God above, why me?”  I screamed, or would have, had I tried.
So clamber back within the yolk of soulful self, leave external friendships on the shelf
For better times beyond the now of hell-borne cranial carnage rent.
Who cares, when wracked by tormented, nerve-shredded moral garbage spent?
Tease and yelling to the aid a-ripping of the senses, Lords of Flies, by Beelzebub sent.
Just sadness, nothing and me.  We three.

Keep the head within the book; avoid eye contact, never look above chest height.
Tip the brow, the shoulder crooked, bereft of health, there's only now, only night.
Within the time-barred keeping sanctuary of self, no social threats evolved to haunt,
No public penance, no whipping as of Notre Dame, to the slavering crowd's delight.
Gaunt,  alone, and labelled “sad”, I am, by those afar who've never known resolved despair.
Hope is what I bottled up back there, into the long lost screwtop jar all those sixty years ago.
My plight, what some might deem “unfair” is but the only one I dare to share,
Castled solely, within this lonely cell I know so intimately well, pacing slowly to and fro.
So, leave us be.  My sadness and me.  Rendering impeccably to the lightest unitary dust.

My sadness is the only friend I know.  
The only one I trust.
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Photo by Josh Nuttall on Unsplash

Self Portrait In The Palette Of Sadness (Verses set to the music of Dan - DT)

Evening Rest

Toute ma musique est écrite, puis ensuite transférée en fichier midi sur Logic Pro pour être mixée.
All my music is written, then transferred to a midi file on Logic Pro to be mixed.

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