well, this is rather gorgeous I have to say...lovely work

Beautiful and exciting piece for piano, excellent composition, and progression of the piece, congratulations !!

Music is a Art that seems to have no end. It is a challenge to immensity.     Good work!!!

Music is a Art that seems to have no end. It is a challenge to immensity! Good work!!!!

Evocative music that speaks the language of emotions. I like!

Reading introductory caption, I like the slow pace of the music and its gentle expressiveness...

"Up in the Gallery" (German: "Auf der Galerie") is a short piece of fiction written by Franz Kafka. It was created between November 1916 and February 1917 and published in the collection „Ein Landarzt“ (A Country Doctor) in 1919. The story offers two versions of a scene in which a young man watches a circus ringmaster and a woman on horseback. (Wikipedia)

The picture shows a section of: At The Circus Fernando, The Rider
by Henri Toulouse-Lautrec (1888)

Public domain translation by Ian Johnston (November 2003)                     


Up in the Gallery

If some frail tubercular lady circus rider 
were to be driven in circles around and around 
the arena for months and months 
without interruption 
in front of a tireless public 
on a swaying horse 
by a merciless whip-wielding 
master of ceremonies, 
spinning on the horse, 
throwing kisses and swaying at the waist, 
and if this performance, 
amid the incessant roar 
of the orchestra and the ventilators, 
were to continue into 
the ever-expanding, gray future, 
accompanied by applause, 
which died down and then swelled up again, 
from hands which were really steam hammers, 
perhaps then a young visitor to the gallery 
might rush down the long stair case 
through all the levels, 
burst into the ring, and cry “Stop!” 
through the fanfares 
of the constantly adjusting orchestra.


But since things are not like that,
(Since things are not like that…rep.)         

since a beautiful woman, in white and red, 
flies in through curtains 
which proud men in livery open in front of her, 
since the director, 
devotedly seeking her eyes, 
breathes in her direction, 
behaving like an animal, and, as a precaution, 
lifts her up on the dapple-gray horse, 
as if she were his grand daughter, 
the one he loved more 
than anything else,
as she starts a dangerous journey, 
but he cannot decide to give the signal with his whip 
and finally, 
controlling himself, gives it a crack, 
runs right beside the horse with his mouth open, 
follows the rider's leaps with a sharp gaze, 
hardly capable of comprehending her skill, 
tries to warn her by calling out in English, 
furiously castigating the grooms holding hoops, 
telling them to pay the most scrupulous attention, 
and begs the orchestra, with upraised arms,
to be quiet before the great jump, 
finally lifts the small woman down from the trembling horse, 
kisses her on both cheeks, 
considers no public tribute adequate, 
while she herself, leaning on him, 
high on the tips of her toes, 
with dust swirling around her, 
arms outstretched and head thrown back, 
wants to share her luck with the entire circus—
since this is how things are, 
the visitor to the gallery puts his face on the railing and, 
sinking into the final march as if into a difficult dream, weeps, 
without realizing it.  (rep.)

Up In The Gallery (Kafka, 1919)

Mia Monterde, transverse flute
Gaspar Monterde, guitars

A wish of happiness for all.

Parets del Vallès, Barcelona 15/05/2022

Happiness (for Núria & Mia)

In 1959 Candi and I went to kindergarden in the same class. We lived three blocks from each other. We graduated from highschool in the same class. There were other kids in that class that I graduated with. Families didn't move much like they do today. Candi went on to become a fabulous painter and still lives in the house she grew up in, while I can't count how many times I moved. I found out recently she isn't feeling good and is having a hard time. So I do what I do and I record music. Everyone should have their own music.

Candi Land

On My Own

I recently re-discovered this daft song and decided to share it with you.   I first 'performed' it live aeons ago, at a very serious spiritual workshop, quite spontaneously (and a bit loudly),  after a day of intense meditation and self-discovery.  Although many appeared to enjoy the song, there was an abiding sense of disgrace at my flippancy and foolishness.  That sense of rebuke and naughtiness delights me still...

An absurd song indeed.. for absurd times :-)

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She’s fallen in love with a teapot
don’t ask me how can it be done
for I’ve watched her in action caressing
the smooth round and shine of his bum

The grip of her flesh on his handle
the knuckles sharp gleaming and white
just the way that her tongue darts and moistens
when she reaches for him in the night

I’ve studied with great fascination
for it’s novel I’m sure you’ll agree
Is she limited by saturation
or can she constantly consummate tea?

think I’m falling in love with my teapot
I  guess I can see how it’s done
for I’ve studied with great fascination
the smooth round and shine of his bum

She's fallen in love with a Teapot!

Super Magic

hallucinations

Hallucinations

In the hot summers of the cereal steppe, any small puddle is a treasure for life.
Like for these two Corn bunting

104º Fahrenheit

This is the last song in my Trilogy. My Character has now " Washed his soul in the River " he has become a " Better Man " and now he is heading " Into the Light " 
Rejuvenated and free from his burdens, oh if only it was so easy..ha ha ha 
I hope you like this one its a Re-mix of a song i wrote 2 year ago. 

Written and performed by : Johnny Mc Farlane

Into The Light

Sometimes, Somethings, Somehow - Harmful if Followed with Carkiss and Dorian Elsewhere

Solo Piano - Chris Bright

this evening's light  - 4:23:24, 6.38 PM

My music pieces are all piano improvisations expressing emotions. It is music telling stories without the words. In my earIy years I sang and played piano in piano bars or fronted bands  I've been composing, teaching and performing most of my life.  I'm getting old(er) now 😔 but the great thing about creating music is it gets better the longer you play, and you have more to write about! 

This is what I leave of me to my generations to come who wonder where their desire to make music comes from. My mother also played. I learned recently that my grandmother and great grandmother were both accomplished pianists when they were young. My great grandmother sang and danced in minstrel shows in the early 1900's. I know have great-grandchildren. They will know who I am through my music. When I am gone my music will still be here. What a wonderful thought!

Candi Land

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