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Musique/Music : Julien Morency

It's kind of funny how surprising it can be when you have no real plan or specific idea when creating music.  Now I realize how this track can sound like 80's in style....though a fan of this style I never was, but I must admit I always love experimenting with these kind of sounds & instruments ;)

C'est parfois surprenant ce qu'on peut créer comme musique quand on a pas de plan ou d'idée précise.  Cette pièce sonne un peu années 80 ou dans ce style, pourtant j'ai jamais été trop fan de cette époque.  Par contre j'ai toujours aimé essayer et bidouiller ce genre de sons et instruments ;)

Neon

Acheter/Buy

Fairytale Forest Pt. 3

I Feel It Now

Musings Of A Midlife Crisis

A very simple track I did in my partners studio about... 3 years ago and forgot about.  not the best ending I've ever done!

Recorded and produced at Rose Pro Studio,
by Cookie Jay

Joy of the Darkest Night

Praise to the glory of the countless loved ones mysteriously lost in recent years... they will not be forgotten.

The Eternal (Joy Division Cover)

Turn It Around

Thank you, David Dunham, for mastering my piano tracks. I appreciate this help very much.
Listen to David's beautiful music here: @david-dunhamuser589535203

Saying Farewell

According to St. Bede, Ceolfrith set out from his monastery on 4 June 716, a thursday. Among the things he took with him was an enormous book, a gift he intended to deliver at his earthly destination. The giant book Ceolfrith took with him, now known as Codex Amiatinus, is the oldest surviving, complete Latin Bible in the world.  Ceolfrith took one of the three giant bibles written in the Wermouth monastery, where he was the abbot, as a gift for St Peter’s shrine in Rome. " ... and got on a horse, speeding away from the land of the Angles to the lands where, with a freer and purer spirit for contemplating angels, he might be delivered to Heaven".
On 12 August Ceolfrith "reached the lands of Gaul", where he was received with honour by King Chilperic himself. The party then travelled over land. Ceolfrith went part of the way on horseback and part of the way being carried on a litter, as he was becoming ill. He reached Langres around 9am on 25 September. He died there on 29 September 716.

As the cover image, I chose the famous miniature that occupies the fifth sheet of the 'Codex Amiatinus', now preserved in the Laurentian Library in Florence.

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Composed by Michele Ansani (2024).
Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, June 28.

Ceolfrith's hopeful journey to Heaven *

Southern Wind
June 2024
Duration: 3:01
Solo Guitar, Antonio Picado guitars http://guitarraspicado.com/site/
Artwork: perevilardebo.estudio https://perevilardebo.com/

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Vendrá un viento del sur (Circe Maia)

Vendrá un viento del sur a golpear en las puertas cerradas y en los vidrios a golpear en los rostros de agrios gestos.

Vendrán alegres oleajes ruidosos subiendo las veredas y calles silenciosas:por el barrio del puerto.

Que se lave la cara de la ciudad endurecida
sus piedras y maderas polvorientas, raídas
su corazón sombrío.

Que por lo menos haya asombro en las opacas miradas taciturnas.

Y que muchos se asusten y los niños se rían
y el verdor de la luz del agua nos despierte
nos bañe, nos persiga.

Que nos de por correr y abrazarnos que se abran las puertas de todas las casas y salga la gente por las escaleras, desde los balcones llamándose…

southern wind

Words and Music by Roger Whittlesey. All sounds by Whittlesey. © 2024

Dear Reader, 

Not all songs must exist on the grid. This song has no click track and therefore, it breathes. As a result, nothing was quantized. It's real playing and real performances. I hope that you can hear it. 

Of course,  the song was multitracked (I played and sang everything, so it had to be) and since there was no grid, I had to listen and react to make it gel.  I hope you consider what I did a success. 

Thanks as always for coming back to listen to more of my music. In the past four years I have produced more than 140 original music videos and I have gained 800 subscribers. This is only the beginning. I have much more music to write, arrange and produce, and I am thankful for every listen. 

Respectfully, 

Roger Whittlesey
July 2024

Something Up Your Sleeve

lien vidéo : https://youtu.be/-GYzwniIuu4

La rose est pour toi    (in English after the French text )

Texte :      Say M
Chant :      Liora
Musique : Alain Illos

Je m'allonge 
Et replonge 
Dans les méandres qui longent
Le contour de l'aura
Qu'ils ne devinent pas

S'ils le veulent
Qu'ils m'observent
C'est leurs voix qui m'obsèdent
Parce qu'ils jugent en chimère
Ce qu'ils ne comprenn(ent) pas

La rose est pour toi
La rose est pour toi

Qu'ils me piquent 
Me transfèrent 
Se nourrissent de mes nerfs
Un peu plus chaque fois 
Je ne te laiss'rai pas
 
Je me cache
Je me terre
Te retrouver me taire 
Leurs mystères n'en sont pas
Je reviens attends-moi

La rose est pour toi
La rose est pour toi 
 
Je m'allonge 
Et replonge 
Attends-moi
Attends-moi 

La rose est pour toi
La rose est pour toi
Est pour toi...

The rose is for you    

I lie down 
And sink 
Into the meandering path
The outline of the aura
That they won't guess

If they want to
Let them observe me
It's their voices that observe me
Because they judge in chimera
What they don't understand

The rose is for you

They prick me 
Transfer me 
Feed on my nerves
A little more each time 
I won't let you
 
I hide
I hide
To find you to keep quiet 
Their mysteries are no mystery
I'll be back, wait for me

The rose is for you
 
I lie down 
And sink again 
Wait for me
Wait for me 

The rose is for you
The rose is for you
Is for you...

La Rose Est Pour Toi avec Liora

Voice and acoustic guitar: David Dunham
Music composition, piano and electronic strings: Michele Ansani

Those recited by David are verses from one of the most famous poems and one of the greatest Italian poets of the 20th century (Eugenio Montale). They are taken from the collection entitled ‘Ossi di seppia’ ('The bones of cuttlefish'), published in Italy in 1925, and several times translated into English (alone or together with other works by Montale).
Many thanks to David (@david-dunhamuser589535203), who agreed to collaborate on this little creation, also adding his refined guitar phrasing. All the (usual) imperfections are mine.

Cover photo by Peter Zajfrid, "Moody Morning"

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Lyrics (ENGLISH / ORIGINAL ITALIAN)

Perhaps one morning going alone in the air of glass,
arid, lookin back, I shall see, with the terror
of a drunken man, the making of a miracle:
nothingness at my shoulders, the void behind me.

Then as on a screen, suddenly, trees houses hills
will assemble themselves for the usual deception.
But it will be too late; and I shall go on, quiet,
with my secret, among the men who do not turn

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Forse un mattino andando in un’aria di vetro,
arida, rivolgendomi, vedrò compirsi il miracolo:
il nulla alle mie spalle, il vuoto dietro
di me, con un terrore di ubriaco.

Poi come s’uno schermo, s’accamperanno di gitto
alberi case colli per l’inganno consueto.
Ma sarà troppo tardi; ed io me ne andrò zitto
tra gli uomini che non si voltano, col mio segreto.

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Posted on SoundCloud: 2024, August 27.

Perhaps One Morning ... [Michele Ansani - David Dunham] **

Weathered Road (Original Instrumental)

I started writing this in the seventies and first recorded it in the eighties. Finally decided to give it a new try. Just piano and vocals, with a touch of acoustic guitar, accordeon, and a few more details to bring joy and variety to the face of the land.

Assenta os dois pés na beira do abismo.
Enfrenta o mar. Resiste ao vento.
Não caias. Não temas.
Para quê nervosismo?
Despreza a vertigem. Respira o momento.
Não olhes para terra.
Verás a origem de tanta aventura,
de tanto lamento,
do patriotismo.
Verás desse monte os mastros desertos
que crescem e murcham no longe horizonte
com os braços abertos.
Cada barco carrega uma cruz
constrói um caminho no mar-labirinto de ventos incertos
e estradas de luz.

Os mastros por vezes dão frutos
e trazem notícias, saudades,
carícias de vagas fatais
que inventaram delícias
para os cascos cansados que dormem no cais.

E quando uma voz chamar na distância
verás a sereia, o ouro, a ganância.
Cairás com um grito.
Verás nessa altura que a pátria é um mito.
Só existe a vontade, a aventura, a ilusão.
Só existe a saudade que levas contigo
como um porto de abrigo no teu coração.

A saudade vai
no teu coração
como um porto de abrigo.

The Google translator produced a nice English translation:

Place both feet on the edge of the abyss.
Face the sea. Resist the wind.
Don't fall. Don't be afraid.
Why be nervous?
Ignore vertigo. Breathe in the moment.
Don't look at land.
You will see the origin of so much adventure,
of so much lamentation,
of patriotism.

From that mountain you will see the deserted masts
that grow and wither on the distant horizon
with open arms.
Each boat carries a cross
and builds a path in the labyrinthine sea of ​​uncertain winds
and roads of light.

The masts sometimes bear fruit
and bring news, memories,
caresses of fatal waves
that invented delights
for the tired hulls that sleep on the dock.

And when a voice calls in the distance
you will see the mermaid, the gold, the greed.
You will fall with a scream.
At that moment you will see that the homeland is a myth.
There is only the desire, the adventure, the illusion.
There is only the longing that you carry with you
like a safe haven in your heart.

Longing goes
in your heart
like a safe haven.

Porto De Abrigo

There was blood...
There was blood on the doorframes 
of the homes that were spared
as the weeping of Egyptian mothers 
was heard through the night. 
Innocents died. 
Mysterious are the ways of the righteous fights.

So strange...
So strange that innocent blood is the price of freedom.
We were told to eat and drink to remember.
And, as I seat at the sacred table, 
I refrain from looking around, searching for the traitor.
It could be me…
It could be me...

Mysterious Are The Ways (based ond Debra Bueskings' "The Sound of Memory" solo piano version)

Voici ma toute nouvelle composition pour piano intitulée « Mystères andalous ll ». J’ai souhaité aborder le style impressionniste « hispanisant ». 
J’interprète au piano « Mystères andalous ll » 
Écrit et enregistré le 7 octobre 2024.
Bonne écoute.

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Mystères Andalous – Original emotional Piano

I hope this title will captivate you as much as me....to listen to the end!

LOST LOVE

A deep and dark song about sorrow and sadness. Initially written on piano, I decided to add dissonances and abstract soundscapes. I am very happy that Michael leaned into the dark theme and wrote sparse lyrics with a lot of meaning in between the words. 

Nadine de Macedo: composition, arrangement, piano, synthesizer, production
Michael Karns: vocals, lyrics

Cover design: Nadine de Macedo
Photography: Cristian Palmer

Where to find us:
https://www.youtube.com/@nadinedemacedo
https://michaelkarns.bandcamp.com

==== LYRICS ====

I'm on my own
Here alone
Almost at the bottom
How did we fail?

Did we change?
How are you?
Because I found
Something inside
Something close to us

It's only some words
Calling out 
Calling to me
From our yesterdays

Deep inside 
We knew it from the start
A love too good
To be true
    
Help me
Help me understand
This new land
Desolate and blue

In the end
It's always been us
You and me
On our own journey

To a new place
It's only some words
Calling to me
From our yesterdays

Deep inside 
We knew it from the start
A love too good
To be true

Calling To Me

Driving Freely

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