So quirky! Very interesting use of the human voice. My favourite part is the zeroes and ones section.

Love it! I can brush my teeth to this fr fr

Feels like Standing down a Waterfall, tiny drops of water, gently touching your face, fading away. Love it when It seems Like every once in a while a new Wave Comes.

Beautiful sound.  Haunting and innovative.

I love how you transformed human voices into percussive instruments, as well as contrasted them with beautiful sustained harmonies.

The usage of chorus is awesome. To make such topic I would be rather thinking about kind of electronic/ambient music, but you cover it so well.

Kooky, quirky, but for unknown reasons I like it. Couldn't help but laugh.

omg this is so good the song is great i love it.

Original composition... Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Motives

Passing Clouds

Epic Orchestral Music.

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Ephemeral Bloom

Happy Ending

Une de mes nombreuses histoires à fondre de plaisir, racontée par le très talentueux Moussa Lebkiri (comédien, conteur, écrivain, metteur en scène) qui m'a fait l'honneur de lui prêter ses voix.
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HISTOIRE DU BONHOMME DE NEIGE QUI VOULAIT MAIGRIR
Par un beau soir d'hiver, un petit garçon se promenait tout seul en dehors de son village de montagne. En arrivant dans un pré, il entendit de petits sanglots. Il se demanda d'où cela pouvait venir. Comme il vit une haute et large silhouette au milieu du pré, il s'en approcha car c'était de là que venaient les sanglots. Arrivant près de la silhouette, il s'aperçut que c'était un bonhomme de neige, au moins deux fois plus grand que lui, qui pleurait.
— "Pourquoi pleures-tu comme ça ? demanda le petit garçon, un grand bonhomme de neige comme toi, ça ne pleure pas !
— Moi si, répondit le bonhomme de neige d'une petite voix mouillée. — Pourquoi pleures-tu ? redemanda le petit garçon.
— C'est à cause de ma taille. Chaque hiver c'est pareil : des enfants s'amusent en me faisant avec de la neige. Ils prennent beaucoup de neige, en font un gros tas, me mettent un vieux chapeau troué sur la tête, deux cailloux qui me font mal à la place 1des yeux, et une carotte même pas fraîche pour le nez, et ils trouvent ça beau. Mais moi, je me trouve gros et laid."
Et là-dessus, le bonhomme de se remettre à pleurer davantage.
— "Mais arrête de pleurer, lui dit l'enfant, tu vas finir par fondre !
— Fondre ? dit le bonhomme, mais c'est merveilleux ! C'est justement ce que je veux, perdre tous ces kilos qui me font ressembler à un éléphant ! Ouin ! Ouin !
— Attends ! dit l'enfant, si c'est maigrir que tu veux, je peux t'aider."
L'enfant se met à creuser un peu les hanches du bonhomme de neige.
— "Hi ! hi ! hi ! tu me chatouilles, dit le bonhomme en se trémoussant.
— Arrête de bouger, dit l'enfant. Si tu crois que c'est facile de te refaire une beauté... Là, comme ça, ça te plaît ?
— Non, je trouve que mes jambes sont encore trop grosses.
— Bon, attends."
Et l'enfant d'affiner les jambes comme un vrai sculpteur. — "Etlà?
— Ça va pour les jambes, mais regarde mes pieds, on dirait deux gros cochons en train de dormir !
— Comment les veux-tu ?
— Beaucoup plus fins, et bien dessinés."
Et l'enfant de s'appliquer encore pendant cinq bonnes minutes.
Tout à coup, alors qu'il avait presque terminé, il sentit le bonhomme vaciller doucement, puis basculer d'avant en arrière.
— "Attention ! cria l'enfant, tu vas tomber !"
Mais trop tard, le bonhomme tomba de tout son poids sur le petit enfant.
— "Eh ! relève-toi, cria l'enfant, tu me donnes froid dans le dos !
— Excuse-moi, répondit le bonhomme, mais je ne sais pas encore très bien marcher.
— Ce qu'il te faudrait, dit l'enfant en essayant de se dégager, c'est une bonne canne. Attends, je vais t'en chercher une."
Quelques instants plus tard, il revint avec une solide branche de bois mort, et la donna au bonhomme qui put enfin se relever.
— "Merci, dit le bonhomme, grâce à toi, je vais maintenant pouvoir voyager dans les montagnes qui sont si belles, surtout pendant l'hiver ! Au revoir ! Je ne t'oublierai jamais.
— Au revoir, répondit le petit garçon un peu triste de se séparer si vite de son nouvel ami, mais fais attention aux avalanches, tu risques de reprendre du poids !
— Ne t'inquiète pas, dit le bonhomme, j'ai bien vu comment tu as fait. Maintenant, je connais la recette. Merci pour tout, et adieu !"
Quelques jours plus tard, des hommes revinrent tout affolés au village. Ils disaient avoir vu l'abominable homme des neiges, un monstre de plus de deux mètres de hauteur, large comme une armoire à glace, et qu'il laissait des traces dans la neige tellement profondes qu'on pouvait s'y enfoncer jusqu'au genou. Le petit garçon souriait discrètement dans son coin, en pensant au bonheur de son ami qui marchait enfin libre et heureux dans ses belles montagnes.

Myckaël Marcovic, 1986.

Histoire du bonhomme de neige qui voulait maigrir (feat. Moussa Lebkiri)

Original composition….. Alejandro González M.

Ánimas

Another project created in 2022 but it wasn't finished, there was little left, just the end and a good mastering. This project got lost among the others, and I completely forgot about it, but in October I found it, finished it and released it on the 20th. I hope you enjoy! :)

A New Beginning

Vītulārī

I began writing the harmony and the main guitar riffs of this song right on Blackout Tuesday. Watching antiracism protests around the world, really got me inspired. Hence the title of the song.

No Racists Allowed To Enjoy

The Essence of Gravity - for Mixed SATB Choir
Duration: 18’
Commissioned by Robert Geary and the Volti choir of San Francisco

Publisher: Bill Holab Music: http://www.billholabmusic.com/store/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=103_137&products_id=902

PROGRAM NOTE

In The Essence of Gravity, I use a few key words, phrases and phonetic sounds rather than an elaborate text. Since there are so few words, I designed the text myself, and it is made up almost entirely of onomatopoeia words. The word ‘gravity’ in the title not only refers to the force of attraction by which objects tend to fall toward the center of the Earth, but also to a sense of seriousness. Each movement reflects one or both of these definitions.

The first movement, Echoes of War, contains words and phrases that make me think of war. A type of weapon called a “gravity bomb” also inspired me. This weapon is delivered by aircraft and does not contain a guidance system; it follows a ballistic trajectory. Until the later half of World War II this described all aircraft bombs, and the vast majority until the late 1980s.

The second movement is entitled Love and Kisses. Although love is an undeniably heavy subject, this movement is intended to be much more playful than serious. Perhaps it is more about the emotional pull that people have on each other.

Before I composed the third movement, Infinite Oceans, I walked along San Francisco’s Baker Beach and Lands End. Although I’ve been to the ocean many times, I am always struck by the seemingly infinite-sounding tides and lonely-sounding foghorns I often hear in the distance. This movement is inspired by the gravitational pull of the moon, the primary force responsible for the ocean’s tides. This movement also alludes to the stories of the mythological Greek Sirens that lured sailors to their deaths with their beautiful singing.

Although many people might not think of machines as evoking a sense of gravity, they seem important in ways that may not be readily apparent. Without machines such as the Space Shuttle, we would not be able to explore outer space. For better or worse, they are integral to our modern way of life. In this sense, the fourth movement, Machines, pays homage to the machines that enrich our lives by allowing us to defy gravity.

Eternal Reflections

The Essence of Gravity - IV. Machines

American composer Robert Paterson is a true New Yorker—born and bred in Buffalo, he lived in Rochester and Ithaca for over ten years, in New York City for over twenty years, and now lives in Saratoga Springs, near the Adirondacks. Paterson’s colorful music embraces a wide variety of themes, everything from goddesses and online dating to mathematics and the environment. His music is filled with emotion and fierce rhythmic energy, marked by elegance, wit, and meticulous craftsmanship. Named Composer of The Year by the Classical Recording Foundation at Carnegie Hall, Paterson is the winner of the Alfred I. DuPont Award, and his opera Three Way won the Grammy® under Best Classical Producer of the Year. His music is often a Best of the Year pick on National Public Radio. His orchestral tone poem, Dark Mountains, regularly airs on NPR’s Performance Today. Three Way premiered with Nashville Opera, then BAM (Brooklyn Academy of Music), and across the United States. Minnesota Orchestra, Louisville Orchestra, The Oratorio Society of New York, Buffalo Philharmonic, Albany Pro Musica, Albany Symphony, Musica Sacra, Austin Symphony, Vermont Symphony, and ensembles worldwide perform his works. Paterson gives masterclasses at the Curtis Institute of Music, New York University, the Aspen Music Festival, the Cleveland Institute of Music, and more. He is the Artistic Director and house composer for Mostly Modern Projects. Robert is a lifelong vegan and advocates for animals and the environment, celebrating the natural world with ground-breaking works such as his Triple Concerto, A New Eaarth, Listen, and I Go Among Trees.

The Essence of Gravity - IV. Machines

Robert Paterson Composer

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