electronic sounds, various influences, experimenting with the rhythm section and 5/4 time

isolation blessing

Fumes And Flowers

Improvisation

« Incantation» for Solo Flute (Live recording)
Composed on Monday, July 15, 2019 (Opus 244)
(Playing my score on iPad Pro with Air Turn)
MD Live Recording in my Home - Studio, on Monday, July 13, 2020 
Flute : Franck Douvin
Thanks for listening. Hope you'll enjoy!
Video on YouTube : https://youtu.be/7NGc5e381uM

« Incantation» for Solo Flute (Live recording)

Trap Door

Marco Lucchi Piano Patterns No 5 Rework Henrik Meierkord

duskfall…
the moon bumps
into a paperboat
- Alan Summers

Paper Boat (naviarhaiku354)

Marco Lucchi : piano

30 ottobre 2020

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A inacção consola de tudo. Não agir dá-nos tudo. Imaginar é tudo, desde que não tenda para agir. Ninguém pode ser rei do mundo senão em sonho. E cada um de nós, se deveras se conhece, quer ser rei do mundo.

Não ser, pensando, é o trono. Não querer, desejando, é a coroa. Temos o que abdicamos, porque o conservamos, sonhando, intacto eternamente à luz do sol que não há, ou da lua que não pode haver.

Fernando Pessoa

piano patterns n°9

A soundtrack I created to a youtube photo presentation by my Dad:
'Hamburg Altona 1999-2020' 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vefxuTv3K10&t=357s
Mainly Prophet Rev 2 Synthesizer + some Korg Minilogue & MB 33 towards the end.

Altona

In the midst of a wide open mountain valley in the central southern part of Colorado lies the Wet Mountain Valley. Nestled between the Sangres and the Wet mountain ranges is my home, and heaven. Well as close to it on planet earth as one could hope to get. If you don't believe me ask anyone who happens to live here. 

Deep Into Wet Mountain Valley: recorded and mixed @ Broken Glass Ranch,  Wet Mountain Valley, Colorado © 2020 Re-Evolution Cafe' Orchestra.

Re-Evolution Cafe' Orchestra: Acoustic Piano, Electric Piano, Synth Pads, Winds, Electric Bass, Bass Fx, Strings, and Drums/Percussion

Deep Into Wet Mountain Valley: Re-Evolution Cafe' Orchestra

Deep Into Wet Mountain Valley

Marco Lucchi : organ

25 novembre 2020

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My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white;
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereav’d of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day,
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
And pointing to the east began to say.

Look on the rising sun: there God does live
And gives his light, and gives his heat away.
And flowers and trees and beasts and men receive
Comfort in morning joy in the noon day.

And we are put on earth a little space,
That we may learn to bear the beams of love,
And these black bodies and this sun-burnt face
Is but a cloud, and like a shady grove.

For when our souls have learn’d the heat to bear
The cloud will vanish we shall hear his voice.
Saying: come out from the grove my love & care,
And round my golden tent like lambs rejoice.

Thus did my mother say and kissed me,
And thus I say to little English boy;
When I from black and he from white cloud free,
And round the tent of God like lambs we joy:

I’ll shade him from the heat till he can bear,
To lean in joy upon our fathers knee.
And then I’ll stand and stroke his silver hair,
And be like him and he will then love me.

William Blake

Paper Boat (naviarhaiku354)

Pure Land Haiku