Master of Magic Art feat. Ricofix

Asleep On The Hay

Olythma

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Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Carlos Vivanco
For this composition, I used the Phrygian mode.
The Phrygian mode (pronounced /ˈfrɪdʒiən/) can refer to three different musical modes: the ancient Greek tonos or harmonia, sometimes called Phrygian, formed on a particular set of octave species or scales; the medieval Phrygian mode, and the modern conception of the Phrygian mode as a diatonic scale, based on the latter.
the scale in C phrygian is: C,Db,Eb,F,G,Ab,Bb.
Medieval Phrygian mode
The early Catholic Church developed a system of eight musical modes that medieval music scholars gave names drawn from the ones used to describe the ancient Greek harmoniai. The name "Phrygian" was applied to the third of these eight church modes, the authentic mode on E, described as the diatonic octave extending from E to the E an octave higher and divided at B, therefore beginning with a semitone-tone-tone-tone pentachord, followed by a semitone-tone-tone tetrachord.

Far Away Reality

Other versions:
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/i-smell-weed
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/i-smell-weed-0
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/i-smell-weed-live-george-odeas
https://soundcloud.com/albobbidwell/i-smell-weed-auburn-public-theater-october-24-2023

I Smell Weed

The cup of the sleepy morning was filled with dawn.
The birds are drinking dew, but I am no longer there.
It seemed that he lived, it seemed like he was singing.
It turned out that he was not brave enough.

I invented myself, wove it from fantasies,
But no one told me how to clothe me with flesh.
And my transparent phantom wandered around the world,
Moving like a fish with a dreamy mouth.

Like a snare the noisy world created mirages,
Filling the shelves with golden tinsel.
But it carried me into the distance, past lush shop windows,
Into the uninhabited wilderness of vast virgin lands.

Where one restless poet wanders
Under the gun of wildly rushing comets.
Where flesh evaporates in the chorales of luminaries,
Where the treasures of the world are just a pinch of ashes.

The churchyards were flooded with cold water.
In the abandoned wastelands there is a furious howl.
Looks at the sky with the pupils of crazy animals
On the crosses of ships drowned in darkness.

There is no refuge for us, there is no harbor in the abyss.
My poem strives towards the light like diamond dust.

...And it fades, unable to withstand the falseness.
I am getting closer to You - I am getting further and further away.

My ships are sailing away

... Unfortunately I am not a "real" pianist, but I always enjoy a bit of playing on my keyboard ;-)
... In any case, this is played in real time ! .... I've set the VST Grand Piano to Chord (5th) and was happy to see what happens ... enhanced by the triggering of a pad and a nice echo :-) ... my humble idea of ambient piano :-) Maybe someone will like it ! // It was also fun to transport a piano into the jungle using image processing. Video: https://youtu.be/ysVbe8Qc5aU?si=LJetRopEqaYgkdkn

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