The TeamBrothers logos and trade names are the property of PlasmaSpace Studios Inc. PlasmaSpace Studios Inc. is a company without legal personality. Costa Rica & Mexico.

Coincidence

From Four Venezuelan Waltzes - II. Andréina & III. Natalia  
Composer Antonio Lauro  

Performed by Plínio Fernandes 
Recorded live at Riverbank Arts Centre, Newbridge, Kildare on Saturday 5th April 2025.

Part of a Music Network tour. 
5 - 13 April 2025, toured to Kildare, Dublin, Galway, Clare, Wexford and Waterford.

Recorded, Edited & Mixed by Donncha Moynihan (The Rise Studio | Cork) 

From Four Venezuelan Waltzes - II. Andréina & III. Natalia - Composer Antonio Lauro

Henry Purcell - Triosonate met blokfluit, discant gamba & continuo in d, Z.806, 809 & 796

Sometimes a melody appears out of nowhere, as if someone were guiding their fingers by drawing a line that ends up being beautiful, without having put in any intention, any previous idea, any structure and, obviously, no architecture. It flows and emerges. It happens to me often and I don't know how to explain it. It is an easy air. It lets go and fills the environment. If sound is vibration in the air, I can find no other explanation than feeling that the air facilitates the vibration having its echo. The air accompanies this composition-improvisation. And the air structures it. And the air amplifies it. And that's how it is and that's how it flows.
A voltes una melodia apareix del no res, com si algú guiés els dits dibuixant una línia que acaba sent bonica, sense que hagi posat cap intenció, cap idea prèvia, cap estructura i, evidentment, cap arquitectura.  Flueix i sorgeix. Em passa sovint i no sé explicar-ho. És un aire fàcil. Es deixa anar i omple l'ambient. Si el so és vibració en l'aire no trobo més explicació que el sentir que l'aire facilita que la vibració tingui el seu eco. L'aire acompanya aquesta composició-improvisació. I l'aire l'estructura. I l'aire l'amplifica. I així és i així flueix.
A veces una melodía aparece de la nada, como si alguien guiara los dedos dibujando una línea que acaba siendo bonita, sin que haya puesto ninguna intención, ninguna idea previa, ninguna estructura y, evidentemente, ninguna arquitectura. Fluye y surge. Me pasa a menudo y no sé explicarlo. Es un aire fácil.  Se deja ir y llena el ambiente. Si el sonido es vibración en el aire no encuentro ninguna explicación más que el sentir que el aire facilita que esa vibración tenga su eco. El aire acompaña esta composición-improvisación. Y el aire la estructura. El aire la amplifica. Y así es y así fluye.

Les airs faciles

This is a track we help promote because we find it pleasant! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0J7EFptNh6K6Qebrsrcx8d?si=ae32df247fdd4a1d


Idlewild

Bouquet of Notes

Fin du printemps

Sonatine pour piano, II. Mouvement de Menuet

NOVELETA - simulación virtual para referencia solamente

Performers: Leo Altino, cello; and Tess Highmark, marimba

Notes by the composer: Shawn E. Okpebholo

"In the dark months following the terrible losses, I found myself needing to turn to the language of poetry, if only to preserve the phrase Roger spoke after his diagnosis, that he was going into the treatment to experience "the complete sufficiency of grace." This was poet Miho Nonaka's response to her elegant poem, Distance, an elegy for Roger Lundin, and the inspiration for this piece. Roger was a Christ-follower, a husband, a father, a scholar, a teacher, a friend—my friend. Our friendship grew out of Roger’s humility: I, as a junior faculty member, for example, receiving encouragement, soaking up his wisdom, talking about shared interests, like music, the Negro spiritual, specifically.

Distance is a duo for cello and marimba. I intentionally chose that instrumentation to reflect Roger’s demeanor.  The cello and marimba are considered soft instruments and both have warm and rich timbres. Even in a casual chat with Roger, one would experience his soft-spoken voice: a tone that was warm; words that were full of depth; insights that were rich in meaning. In this work, I aimed to musically weave the many ideas expressed in Nonaka’s poem: the body, devotion, act of musical worship, joy (imagery of the flies), space, breath, and words (the Word).  I included two musical quotations: the spiritual, Prepare Me One Body, and one of the great hymns of the church, For All the Saints (Ralph Vaughan William's tune, sine nomine). Not only do these songs capture poignant themes of Nonaka's poem, the songs were special to Roger.

This piece was composed in memory of Roger Lundin and is dedicated to Sue Lundin.

Distance
Miho Nonaka
(Roger Lundin 1949-2015)

Snow started overnight, unexpectedly, in abundance
making the drive to church beautiful, nearly 
impossible. And it would continue through the service—
high windows like a slender book opened 
in the middle, pages growing whiter, emptier
save for a few bones of the tree 
on the margin. 
                        Your body 
already bare, severe space 
of reformed architecture: a lone vessel  
breaking its path through the hush
of human breath to the center, the unknown. 

That summer, a poem had started us discussing
flies, a sudden legion of them in my kitchen.
It amused you to no end to picture me
swatting at them with dark passion,
tallying my victories each day until
my husband finally located their colony. 

What flies, invisible, interpose between words,
splinter the syntax of eulogy?  
                                                Uncertain, stumbling, we 
turn to music, hymns, prayers. As if the soul 
is a kind of distance, measured around and still beyond 
circumference. We ache to feel exactly
what our fragile faith tells us we can’t

but must. 
                Inside your head was a library
of unfinished books. An entire forest of them gone
before the first snow. Your voice haunts me, tender,
elegiac at the core, calling to the dead, your 
scattered tribe, a maze of jagged isles, high winds 
through the fog of the Baltic Sea. 

There was a time I thought that words, when 
true, would crystallize in their arrival. 
I believed that. 
                         It is such a long journey, Sue said
at a late night grocery store. We were pushing carts full
of essentials when we ran into each other
under the florescent light.
I had no words for her. We are still 

standing in that spacious church 
surrounded by silent crystals. Dusk  
gathers, the ceiling grows higher, and the whole  
building is an instrument full of air, aching to 
house the complete sufficiency of grace.

Distance (for cello and marimba)

Shawn E. Okpebholo

Related tracks