In response to "Now I want to know if Lydia has a rephyrgerator in her flat?".

No, she doesn't. This is a problem because now Lydia has no place to put the leftover Mixo soup which is an attraction to all the monkees. Meanwhile, Doria and freaky Phrygia are still busy figuring out whether they are same or not. There are rumours that it depends on the root. Unfortunately --- no rephrygerator = neither carrots nor celeriac. (Why did I even start this.)

No Rephrygerator

Extracts from The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver by Edna St Vincent Millay 1892-1950
Recital from LibriVox.org read by Linda Leu

“Son,” said my mother,
   When I was knee-high,
“You’ve need of clothes to cover you,
   And not a rag have I”.
 
“There’s nothing in the house
   To make a boy breeches,
Nor shears to cut a cloth with
   Nor thread to take stitches.”
 
“There’s nothing in the house
   But a loaf-end of rye,
And a harp with a woman’s head
   Nobody will buy,”  
   And she began to cry.
 
…

Men say the winter
   Was bad that year;
Fuel was scarce,
   And food was dear.
 
A wind with a wolf’s head
   Howled about our door,
And we burned up the chairs
   And sat on the floor.
 
All that was left us
   Was a chair we couldn’t break,
And the harp with a woman’s head
   Nobody would take,
   For song or pity’s sake.
 
…

Looking nineteen,
   And not a day older,
And the harp with a woman’s head
   Leaned against her shoulder.
 
Her thin fingers, moving
   In the thin, tall strings,
Were weav-weav-weaving
   Wonderful things.
 
Many bright threads,
   From where I couldn’t see,
Were running through the harp-strings
  Rapidly,
 
…

There sat my mother
   With the harp against her shoulder
Looking nineteen
   And not a day older,
 
A smile about her lips,
   And a light about her head,
And her hands in the harp-strings
   Frozen dead.
 
And piled up beside her
   And toppling to the skies,
Were the clothes of a king’s son,
   Just my size.

The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver

Fender Squire Mini Guitar
Irin Melodica
Yamaha Bass
Yamaha Tenor Saxophone
Garageband keyboard sounds and beats

Mind Meld

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I'm Working for An AI

A great pleasure to accompany @walkingears
Original track:
https://soundcloud.com/walkingears/21-3-14a?si=abe301a3725e4399ba8d871c91687be7&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
(Opening and closing sections: flute duo; middle sections: soprano sax duo).

LOTUS MIX (WBE | WalkingEars [21 3 14])

Sometimes you have to break free from 'classical' strictures and do your own thing. 
Vocals, instrumental, arrangement, mix: Nadia Selvaggi
Music by Henry Purcell

Henry Purcell's Evening Hymn

Whimsical

Blackbirds

ATTENTION Disclaimer:  The music track that I’m playing lead & improvising over is not mine and I do not own it. The track is created by Stefan Dudowitsch and all credit goes to him for the music track creation which I have listed below. Check out Stefan Dudowitsch on YouTube. The links below are to the original material by the artist.  

Obtained from: Stefan Dudowitsch
YouTube site: https://www.youtube.com/@stefandudowitsch9702
Backing Track Title: Oldschool Heavy Metal Hard Rock, Backing Track Jam in Dm / D minor / D Moll
YouTube Track channel: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwEGyf2iatw
Website: stefandudowitsch.de

Date: 8/20/24
Song Title: A Throwback To House Parties \m/
The lead, improvising over the track was done with the following;
Picture with Track: Is what the Guitar looks like.
Guitar Used: 91 Ibanez RG550 with HSH configuration
Color: Purple Metallic 
Strings: Ernie Ball Super Slinky 9-42 and Hybrid 9-46
DAW: Reaper
AmpSim: 
Preset: 
Interface: Focusrite 2i2 2nd Gen

Raw: What does RAW mean to me, not having undergone processes of preparing, finishing, refining, or mastering: It is what was recorded at that time in its current state.
Comments: Please follow if you like, comment if you like and I’m opened to feedback to improve my playing, recording, mixing etc.  Thanks for listening \m/.

Encounter_00X

A Throwback To House Parties

I was too young to understand love

a grey fog in my head, she counted sheep

Sometimes i play guitar, sometimes there is silence

I can see the cobalt pines in the distance

Cobalt Pines

Composer for Films, TV and Games
Music producer
Pianist

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Thomas Arecchi | Composer