Early demo:

In the deepest, darkest madness, their saturnalia
They flash you, crash you, trash you, try to derail 'ya
All the wicked, winding, blinding soulless lies: oh euthanasia

Always slipping, minds are skipping, looking for some reason
What the hell (now who can tell?), so many acts of treason
They will sell our broken bell for nothing, we can't appease them

Open up for the bitter cup, they think that we will swallow
The things they cheer all disappear, you know that they are hollow
All we get are pirouettes and buckets full of sorrow

In their deepest, darkest revels, their bacchanalia
If I spun out every one ... oh, I won't regale 'ya
With all the wicked, winding lies, their aim: euthanasia

Image by The HIDDEN

Euthanasia



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🎶 Presentation of the Recording

Work & Artists

Antonín Dvořák – Romance No. 1, Op. 75

Violin: Roxana Pavel Goldstein

Piano: Monica Pavel


This performance is part of a broader recording project by the Goldstein Duo (Roxana Pavel Goldstein – violin; Elias Goldstein – violin & viola). In this album, they are occasionally joined by Monica Pavel (piano) and the DePaul Symphony Orchestra under the direction of Cliff Colnot.


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Context

Antonín Dvořák (1841–1904) composed his Four Romantic Pieces, Op. 75, in 1887. Originally written for two violins and viola, they were later arranged by the composer himself for violin and piano. The Romance No. 1 in this set is characterized by its melodic charm, lyrical warmth, and intimate dialogue between the soloist and accompaniment.

This piece, while modest in scale, reflects Dvořák’s gift for songlike melody and his ability to balance simplicity with emotional depth. It stands as a perfect example of his chamber writing, bringing a personal and poetic voice distinct from his symphonic works.


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Recording

Label: Pandora Records (founded in 1973, active for about a decade).

Distribution: Today, the entire Pandora archive, including this disc, is freely available for download via the Ibiblio server at the University of North Carolina, under an Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF) license.

Preservation: Some tracks derive directly from original master tapes, while others were digitized from LPs when masters were unavailable.


This careful preservation makes it possible to rediscover rare chamber music performances that might otherwise have been lost.


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Album Contents

Directory: 2strings (violin + violin, or violin + viola)

1. Handel–Halvorsen – Passacaglia for violin and viola


2. Telemann – Sonata No. 1 for 2 violins – Movement I: Dolce


3. Movement II: Allegro


4. Movement III: Largo


5. Movement IV: Vivace


6. Corelli – Sonata No. 11 for 2 violins and continuo – Movement I: Adagio


7. Movement II: Allemanda (Presto)


8. Movement III: Giga


9. Sarasate – Navarra, Op. 33 for two violins and orchestra



Directory: 1string (violin or viola + piano)

10. Dvořák – Romance No. 1, Op. 75 for violin and piano (R. Goldstein & M. Pavel)


11. Dvořák – Romance No. 2, Op. 75 for violin and piano (R. Goldstein & M. Pavel)


12. Dvořák–E. Goldstein – Humoreske for viola and piano (E. Goldstein & M. Pavel)


13. Rachmaninoff–Press – Vocalise, Op. 34 No. 14 for violin and piano (R. Goldstein & M. Pavel)




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Particularity

The Goldstein Duo recording embodies the very essence of chamber music intimacy: two family musicians exploring the repertoire for string duo and violin/viola with piano, supported by careful collaboration with Monica Pavel and, in one case, orchestra.

The Pandora Records release, preserved and shared under open access, represents not only an artistic achievement but also a cultural legacy, allowing this delicate interpretation of Dvořák’s Romance No. 1 to continue reaching new audiences in the digital age.


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Dvorak -  Romance Number 1 Opus 75 for violin and piano

Slight reworking and update of an idea from a couple of weeks back:

I had a bad, bad dream
I wasn't sleeping
Take it from me
It's just a bad, a bad, a bad dream

Now look, look all around
As the shadows cross the ground
See it all falling down
Hear the haunting sound

Oh I'm caught up in the waves
Of emotion hard to name
Fear, disillusionment
And shame

Yes it's a bad, bad dream
Can't shake it, can't break free
A sad, sad scene
I think you know what I mean
Just a bad, a bad, bad dream

Image by Alexandre Dinaut (Unsplash)

A Bad Dream (updated)

Early demo, just 12 string acoustic and one (incomplete) vocal at this point.  The plan is to give this a sort of 1966-68 treatment (think "Nights in White Satin" or something like that), so stay tuned:

Oh glittering gold
I don't want to know, oh no
You'll steal my soul

And brilliant rainbow
Keep your pot of gold, fool's gold
'Cause soon you will go

Oh glittering gold
You'll leave me cold, so cold
And you know that I know
You want control

Oh gilltering gold
If I may be bold, too bold
We're all bought and sold
(And that includes you)

Oh glittering gold
The wisdom of old, of old
It must be retold

Now glittering gold
Your stranglehold, your hold
You never let go
No, no

But I will not fold
I want out of this show, this show
This glittering show

Image by Hai Nguyen (Unsplash)

Oh Glttering Gold (demo)

When I look back at my youth, I am shocked at how shy and frightened I was with girls.  I just couldn't take a risk ... or a hint!:

You blew me a kiss on the Ferris Wheel
Drove me mad with your sex appeal
Were you looking for a heart to steal?
Oh look, oh look, oh look this way again

You threw me a smile at the old arcade
I was transfixed, I was amazed
You came on like a tidal wave
Oh look, oh look, oh look at me again

Did I miss my chance, my only chance
Was it happenstance
Or fear of you, fear to play the fool?
I don't know, it's hard to say for sure

You winked at me at the swimming pool
Those baby blues, beautiful
Now I don't want to be uncool
But look, oh look, oh look this way again

Did I miss my chance, my only chance
Was it circumstance
Or simply fear?
Did I miss my time, was that my crime
Did I miss the sign
Was it fear of you, or fear to play the fool?
I don't know, it's hard to say from here

You blew me a kiss, I couldn't believe
Lost my chance

Image by Melody Hanson

Blew Me A Kiss

All rights reserved 9/25/2025

We used to know how to read a room
Knew exactly what to say…
Now we’re divin in too deep
Never losing any sleep
in the bed we made

We used to take the time 
To see another point of view 
Now we toe another line
Like a party to a crime
In the bed we made…

Driving home
so alone
the streets on fire
Winding down
to the sound
it seems so dire

Why did you have to come around
as if you’ve made some kind of grade
My ears don't want to hear 
Now would you please just disappear
in the bed we made

Driving home
so alone
the streets on fire
Winding down
to the sound
it seems so dire

The Bed We Made

Oh my blue, how are you?
Or should I say, I hope you make it through?

Oh my blue, how I long for you
To find some joy, or peace on this day

Hey my blue, it could be true

Now, now my blue, I will fall for you
And I trust that you will not misconstrue

Oh my blue, I'll be there for you
And when you need me, just call, I'll come to you

Oh my blue, it could be true, I'll see it thorugh

Oh my blue, I know it's hard for you
To pull out of the whirlpool

But oh my blue, whatever you do
I will be right here, close

Oh my blue, you know it's true, I'm here for you
Hey my blue, we'll see it through, 'cause I love you

Image by Marcus Spiske (Unsplash)

Oh My Blue

Is it a mystery to you
When the Fates collude?
When they step out of the shadows
And you're pursued?

Three sisters from on high
Light up your sky, you want to fly
But now you are the apple
Of their eye

Like waking from a dream
And floating down a stream
A moment without warning
Oh unforseen

Gone the anonymity
The sweet obscurity, you plead
But for now the Fates are calling
For now it feels like falling

It's a mystery and more
Three sisters at the door
Is that your destiny crawling
Across the floor?

And where are you now?
Under a cloud?
Is it a shroud?
Oh now, you are their apple
Yes now, you must grapple
With what is coming

Three Sisters

Long, long days
The slow haze
I'm out of phase
This brain backsliding

Strange notions
Odd emotions
Wicked potions
As the clock is winding down, down

Now I'm gathering all the leaves
From the ground
I put them in my dream tree
So I'll never forget

Blurring vision
Then collision
Indecision
And it's all blindsiding

Behold the wonder
Torn assunder
Gone with the thunder
Now where is it hiding?

So I'm gathering all the leaves
From the ground
I put them in my dream tree
So I'll never lose them
Now I'm gathering all the leaves

Image by Liana S (Unsplash)

The Gathering

More  dystopian  tech musing about how we will manage this growing power of AI,   using the  Original Star Trek Episode Where No Man Has Gone Before ....Hopefully we get it right... 


Where No Man Has Gone Before

I'm a doctor
Not a prophet
I wonder how it came to this
A little nature 
A little nurture
I'll be a song psychiatrist 
Kinda hokey but you get the gist

Was it father?
Was it mother?
With their foolish and their fallacies
Computer Nation
AI creation
They put a bunch of little devils in me
We've gone giddy on the gadgetry

Erratic fanatics 
We rage, we rile up 
So routine, the calls for war
Id inner states to sublimate
Let's take a trip to Where No Man Has Gone Before

…..Wait there's more…….

Once a doctor
Now a defector
With a push ‘n’ prompt electro-fist
Paranoia meets persuasion
Money maker on the precipice 
Gone from licensed to the ludicrous 

It's so cinematic 
God makes Man makes God to call for war
All urethaned and baked our brains
Shall we wake them and go to Where No Man Has Gone Before

Where's the Human?
Here's the New Man
The doctor now a fantasist 
AI shaker
Body faker
No longer the psychiatrist
Even Captain Kirk has been dismissed
Algorithms trump the Altruist 
When I'm cranky then I get like this
Gonna Meta-meet my therapist








Where No Man Has Gone Before

If you will excuse a bit of nostalgia, a song for Christmas:

I woke in the morning
Llifted my head
Sweet anticipation
Jumped out of the bed

It was Christmas morning
1965
Not a bad year
To be alive, to be a child

And now Christmas comes
Comes 'round again
But it's hard to feel quite the same
Here comes the cold
The setting sun
Winter is calling
But Christmas has just begun

I flew down the stairs
To the silver tree
All the eager waiting
And now discovery

Beautiful Christmas morning
Matchless holy day
Oh I recall it
Like it was yesterday

And now Christmas comes
Comes 'round again
And I don't feel quite the same
Now comes the cold
And the setting sun
Yes winter is calling
But Christmas has just begun

Image by UncleDavesGarage (Etsy)

Christmas Morning

Here you will find little acoustic pop songs; melancholy, dreamy-folk things. Sometimes some jangly, fuzzy rock tunes or ambient pieces as well. Work-in-progress demos to finished tracks, informal playlists to official album releases. Enjoy.

Oh Glttering Gold (demo)

Tom Hanson