Name: «Christmas Toys». One act mini ballet. Op. 104. by Nadir in Related tracks
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Description: For my dear brother Shavkat, remembering our childhood...

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« Orphée et Eurydice »
Completed on Monday, September 11, 2023
« Orphée avait reçu de sa mère le don merveilleux
de la musique, alors les dieux lui avaient fait cadeau d'une lyre. Depuis, il jouait de l'instrument au gré de ses envies ou de sa mélancolie, pour le plus grand plaisir des êtres qui l'entouraient. 
Le poète n'avait aucun ennemi, pas même les bêtes féroces : charmées, elles finissaient toujours par s'étendre à ses pieds. Bien sûr, aucune jeune fille ne pouvait résister aux notes tendres et apaisantes que faisait naître Orphée, mais aucune ne trouvait grâce à ses yeux, jusqu'au jour où il rencontra l'envoûtante Eurydice. Leur amour était si profond et si pur qu'ils décidèrent très rapidement de se marier. Mais ce bonheur fut de courte durée... 
   Le mariage fut une fête pour tous les invités, 
chacun se réjouissant du bonheur des jeunes époux. Mais tandis qu'elle prenait l'air avec ses amies, Eurydice fut mordue par un serpent, et dans la prairie résonnèrent les cris des jeunes filles épouvantées.
Bientôt, Orphée parvint auprès de sa bien-aimée, inanimée. Le visage du jeune homme était transformé ; il ne pouvait laisser échapper ni larme ni cri tant sa douleur était grande. Comment pouvait-il perdre son épouse le jour même de leurs noces ? Et comment pouvait-il vivre sans celle qu'il aimait avec passion ? 
Cette idée lui était insupportable, aussi décida-t-il de descendre aux Enfers – le Royaume des morts – pour en ramener sa bien-aimée.
 Les Enfers étaient peuplés de créatures 
terrifiantes, toutes soumises à Hadès, le dieu des profondeurs de la Terre. C'est lui qui régnait sur les morts, interdisant à quiconque ayant pénétré dans son royaume d'en ressortir vivant. Ce dieu était si terrible, que les vivants n'osaient pas même prononcer son nom ! L'entrée de son royaume était gardée par Cerbère.
Certains disent qu'il avait 
trois têtes, d'autres cinquante, et d'autres encore, plus de cent ! Ce chien effroyable restait enchaîné devant la porte des Enfers pour terrifier les âmes qui cherchaient à s'y introduire. Mais Orphée n'eut aucun mal à adoucir le monstre... Une simple mélodie suffit à l'endormir, et il put passer la porte sans souci. Ce qu'il découvrit ensuite n'était guère réjouissant : les Enfers étaient un monde sombre, où coulaient de larges fleuves sans fond, un monde où les menaçantes Érinyes semaient la discorde, terrorisaient et punissaient à leur guise... Mais jamais Orphée ne fut inquiété. Il progressait, protégé par le son de sa lyre, et bientôt vit apparaître le palais d'Hadès et de son épouse Perséphone. Il entra sans peur et se présenta devant les dieux. « Que viens-tu faire ici ? » demanda Hadès de sa voix forte. Alors, pour toute réponse, Orphée entonna un chant incroyablement triste. Les notes de sa lyre emplissaient toutes les salles du palais, d'abord douces et mélancoliques, puis fortes et vibrantes, semblables à la douleur du poète. L'ensemble, bien sûr, était si enchanteur que les divinités infernales s'apaisèrent.
Hadès et Perséphone consentirent à laisser partir Eurydice. Mais ils y mirent une condition : tant qu'il serait dans le Royaume des morts, Orphée ne chercherait pas à voir celle qu'il était venu quérir. Le jeune homme acquiesça avec joie et se mit en marche, suivi de sa jeune épouse. 
Orphée aperçut rapidement la lumière du jour : ils 
allaient enfin quitter les Enfers. Mais, tandis qu'il songeait au bonheur qui les attendait, le jeune homme oublia sa promesse, et il se retourna pour contempler sa bien-aimée... Pour son plus grand malheur, car la jeune fille retomba aussitôt dans les abîmes. Orphée avait vu Eurydice pour la dernière
fois ! Le pauvre garçon en fut désespéré. Il tenta à nouveau de convaincre Hadès de lui rendre son aimée. Mais il n'eut pas de seconde chance ; le dieu resta insensible à ses supplications. Le poète se retira alors dans un lieu isolé où il chanta sa peine. Et nulle jeune fille ne put jamais le consoler ».

« Orphée et Eurydice » my new piece for flute, harp & recitant

« Étoiles et prédictions » for septet and electronic (Part I - II - III - IV)
For flute, oboe, clarinet, bassoon, horn, piano, violoncello & electronic
Parts I - II - IIII and IV
1. « Création du ciel et des étoiles »
2. « Pluie d'étoiles filantes »
3. « L'étoile du Berger »
4. « L'étoile À...venir »
Completed on Friday, October 27, 2023 at (4:42 PM)
Franck Douvin © 2023 Contemporary Chamber Music
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I hope you'll enjoy !

« Étoiles et prédictions » for septet and electronic in four movements

Introduction in English:

On a Saturday, 9 June 1989, I receive a phone call from my mother at around 6 am. She seems to be laughing. But as it soon turns out, tears are bursting out of her. At first she can only say one sentence: "Your father is dead". Then her voice fails. I, who has just been roused from my sleep by the ringing, at first think it's a bad joke. My father, not even 55 years old, dead, who had been so full of energy in the last few months? With whom I had spoken lively on the phone just a week ago?
Then my eldest sister comes to the phone. She speaks like a robot, as if she has frozen all her feelings inside herself.
She confirms the sudden death of my father from a heart attack and urges me to come immediately from Berlin to southern Germany (800 kilometres away).
Much of what happened after that - from the last encounter with my father in the morgue, to the years of vacillating between feelings of liberation and sometimes massively frightening "I'll bring you to me in the realm of the dead" nightmares after his funeral, to finding a deeper inner peace with him in the last few years - I wrote down and sang about in the following song "My Father in Heaven".      
However, the song lyrics are not chronological, but set in 2011, in which I am all alone on a beautiful summer day in the cemetery where my father's grave is located. From this day I start a retrospective and an outlook.     

Lyrics:

My Father in Heaven

What a beautiful day
All alone in the graveyard 
Come to visit you
Without a grudge

It's unbelievably quiet
Hear the dead deep asleep 
In an beyond harbour
Be with you soon

I hated you sometimes 
Had you so gladly touched,
You're gone too soon 
Left me alone with the dirt 
Of this life.

Wanted to tell you so much more 
You can't sneak away like that
A moment ago you were still there  
I felt quite close to you,

Now only 
A cold hand in the morgue
Nothing more moves

My father in heaven, 
I miss you very much, 
With wistfulness my heart sometimes
Becomes so heavy

When you were suddenly dead
Many things seemed easier, 
I moved forward in life, 
I looked free

but when I slept at night,
you'd come into my dreams, 
trying to pull me over, 
to the land beyond.

You didn’t let me go for so long 
Lying like a black mourning box
On my chest and belly, 
Felt like I was in a tube 
Trapped by you.

Often couldn’t defend myself
Felt completely without power 
When in the deep of the night
you came to my room, 

without a body, 
pure soul contact,
worlds still unknown to me.

Father in heaven,
do you hear me now,
I speak to you in peace, 
I am no longer hurt.

Your grave is newly decorated,
I've picked a bouquet for you, 
I sit down with you, 
I surrender tot he silence
peaceful silence. 

I am here now, you there
even if the wall separates us,
we see each other invisibly, 
You always stay close to me, 

I'll go on now, 
Stay here, 
I'll be back soon

Father in heaven
I think of you often 
You are indispensable, 
Come with me....

My Father in Heaven

My Father In Heaven

This is an original arrangement from the soundtrack movie "Back To The Future" (Alan Silvestri).
All instruments, effects are performed, recorded, and mixed by myself.
For more information, see my public Profile.

Back To The Future Tribute - Charles Chambaz

2 AM: A Nocturne

Second part of my father trilogy.
This song is based on a dream I had a good 20 years ago with my father, who had been dead for some time. 
I am in a dimly lit room. It's just me and somehow my father's energy body. At some point, this invisible energy body comes towards me. Then we embrace. It is a merging embrace. Something deep inside me releases and makes me cry. It's not so much a sad cry, but a liberating, soothing cry that pacifies me completely. 
Since this dream, the grudge I harboured against him for a long time has largely disappeared.     
Somehow he has been there inside me since then and I can sometimes visit him (even in dreams) when I want to talk to him.

The arrangement of the song is deliberately minimalist (just vocals, guitar and violin, hardly any effects) in order to emphasise the tremendous intimacy of the encounter between my father and me in the dream described above (there is no longer a "leaf" between us).

My Father  (Lyrics in English)

Would so like to talk to you
Break through the walls to the hereafter
Meet you in a moon cafe
On chairs that stand here and there

You died before the Berlin Wall came down
My son was born on the day you died
Never saw my beautiful wife
Although you had aimed 
For a hundred years of life

You only reached half of it
Life was rarely really easy for you

You were often too close to the stars
Underestimated the danger to your life
Had so many visions
Wanted to live in castles in the air

Then you were all there again
So clairvoyant, wise and clear

Would love to have you with me now
My father, I would love to have you here now 

The dividing wall to you is now open
I haven't met you for so long
You're waiting for me in the moon cafe
I see you in the soft twilight

I want to tell you so many things
What happened after you left
You still wanted to experience it all
Your early death did not grant you that

You were so torn, the demons, they tore at you
You loved the rush, had little sense of yourself

And yet you were in deep distress
My ever-protecting boat
My steadying hand
The lighthouse in my land of chaos

You gave up the shirt off your back
That ultimately cost you your life

Would love to have you with me now
My father, I wish you were here now


Mein Vater (Deutscher Originaltext)

Möchte so gern mit Dir sprechen
Die Mauern zum Jenseits durchbrechen
Dich in einem Mond-Cafe` treffen
Auf Stühlen, die hier und dort stehen

Vor dem (Berliner) Mauerfall bist Du gestorben
An Deinem Todestag wurde mein Sohn geboren
Hast meine schöne Frau niemals erlebt
Dabei hattest Du 
Hundert Jahre Leben angestrebt

Hast grad‘ mal gut die Hälfte davon erreicht
Das Leben war für Dich selten wirklich leicht

Warst oft den Sternen zu nah
Unterschätztest die Lebensgefahr
Hattest so viele Visionen
Wolltest in Luftschlössern wohnen

Dann warst Du wieder ganz da
So hellsichtig, weise und klar

Hätt‘ Dich so gern jetzt bei mir
Mein Vater, hätt‘ Dich jetzt gern hier 

Die Trennwand zu Dir steht jetzt offen
So lange hab‘ ich Dich nicht getroffen
Du wartest im Mond-Cafe‘ auf mich
Ich seh‘ Dich im zarten Dämmerlicht

Ich will Dir so vieles erzählen
Was so geschah nach Deinem Fortgehen
Du wolltest das alles noch erleben
Dein früher Tod hat Dir das nicht vergönnt

Warst so zerrissen, die Dämonen, sie zerrten an Dir
Liebtest den Rausch, hattest für Dich wenig Feingespür

Und dennoch warst Du in tiefer Not
Mein stets mich schützendes Boot
Meine mir haltgebende Hand
Der Leuchtturm in meinem Chaos-Land

Hast Dein letztes Hemd hergegeben
Das kostete Dich letztlich Dein Leben

Hätt‘ Dich so gern jetzt bei mir
Mein Vater, hätt‘ Dich jetzt gern hier

Mein Vater (My Father)

La macchina dell’abbondanza ci ha dato povertà. La scienza ci ha trasformato in cinici, l’avidità ci ha resi duri e cattivi. Pensiamo troppo e sentiamo poco. Più che macchinari, ci serve umanità. Più che abilità, ci serve bontà e gentilezza. Senza queste qualità, la vita è violenza e tutto è perduto."
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The machine of abundance has given us poverty. Science has turned us into cynics, greed has made us hard and evil. We think too much and feel little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than skill, we need goodness and kindness. Without these qualities, life is violence and all is lost."

Natale Anni 80  • 🌲    2023

Aisling is Irish Gaelic word meaning dream, vision, apparition

Aisling

Yutori is the Japanese concept of consciously slowing down to allow us to savour the world around us.

Yutori

Pathétique: First Movement

This is a new and extended version of a song I uploaded some time ago (https://soundcloud.com/user-630984439/silent-dream).

I composed and recorded this version while I made a YouTube video with pictures taken this summer on Costa da Morte, Spain, because I think the music suits the pictures quite well. See the video on https://youtu.be/GCg8dhP8Z5s

Costa da Morte

"In the Beginning" is about the first steps towards accepting the reality of a devastating diagnosis, and the desire to create a new identity after going through such a life-changing experience. the bittersweet melody of the trumpet reflects the deep emotions associated with this inner struggle to move forward, and reluctance to leave the past behind.

Sweet Apple

In The Beginning

My latest composition - for a dramatic escape chase scene.

The Escape

For my dear brother Shavkat, remembering our childhood...

«Christmas Toys».  One act mini ballet. Op. 104.

Dedicated to acclaimed pianist Lemuel Grave, ‘Waltz Awaiting’ was written as a gesture of thanks for the interest he has shown in my music, and for performing it.

The pianist in this instance is Jeanell Carrigan

Dr Jeanell Carrigan AM is presently an Associate Professor in Collaborative Piano at the Sydney Conservatorium of Music, University of Sydney. She has performed as a soloist, chamber musician and accompanist in Germany, Italy, Austria, Switzerland and throughout Australia, and has recorded for the Bavarian Radio Corporation, the ABC and for regional stations in Australia on many occasions. She holds a Doctor of Creative Arts in the area of Australian post-1970 solo piano repertoire and in May, 2016 released her seventeenth solo compact disc of Australian piano music. She is passionate about promoting Australian Music particularly the piano music of Australian women composers. In a review of the CD A Little Variation, composer Houston Dunleavy said “This recording is one to add to the list of treasures of Australian music that seem to be growing by the year. Surely Jeanell Carrigan belongs in this category as well. Australian music has a great champion in Carrigan’s fine playing and scholarship. She deserves far wide recognition for the quality of her work.” (Music Trust 1/4/15)

Recorded in August/ September 2017 in Verbrugghen Hall at the Sydney Conservatorium of Music.

The piano was the Fazioli concert grand tuned and maintained by David Kinney.

Recording engineer: David Kim Boyle.

Image source: Oleg Kalaytana

Waltz Awaiting (Piano Solo)

Decided to get back to what got me into writing for films in the first place, orchestral adventure scores! 

So in this piece I've try to encapture themes of wonder, danger, action, heroism and beauty.

Hope you enjoy! :)

©ben stanbridge 2019

Adventure Awaits

You can hear my new works by going to the next: https://soundcloud.com/shamukhamedov-803522980

«Christmas Toys». One act mini ballet. Op. 104.

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