This is not a Friday like any other. It's that personality that it wants to be more expansive than the usual. It would be loved simply because he seeks to make his way to talk about "love notes". Why not now express your love of music with people you enjoy? This will be another way to tell them you love them. Do it on the International Day of Music! Precisely 1 hour in the morning, which is the time when I noticed that our door was that fateful day, I chose to pay tribute to music in all humility. What am I doing exactly? Just leave me a short writing session, or nearly automatic, all while marching to my ear pieces selected at random from the iTunes on my netbook. Well, I just press play . In my your keyboard Claudio! (Click song title to listen)
Already I see in the sky lover
(hues of blue clouds that are exchanged)
The hand that
aware of all these things that it has yet to give
It is difficult to keep a promise in emergency mode. Most of the promises made were never made. They reappear before dying, and die never.
The life, full and fresh, is also trying its time to rest. Certainty inherent in the desire to live, there is the unforgettable presence and saving of exile. Then there's that voice impervious to the vicissitudes of life that continues to distort reality and strives, despite his many talents, does not fully respect the nature. She realizes that the lie goes better when sung. So this brings up a tenor voice that will thrill all the world stage by repeating like a mantra, a "That's the Truth" of extreme clarity, so extreme that the sound produced by singing through the wall of all the prisons worldwide. The whole world will listen because his voice will be proof of the existence of Love. Later, in the last day of a year without prelude and fugue, and precisely at that hour when the clock will be ticking a maddening slowness, the thousand days will become the scene of the night. That, nobody can really explain it.
For tenor who, in recent days did not need consolation, music has become tasteless. Then there is this other man who slays his career as a bookkeeper not to interfere with his sleep at night is for dreaming, not sleeping, such is his motto. In the morning he gets up, listening a song Barbara, poured some into his cup of coffee, drinks and sings, looking haggard, "It's not just the eagle is black
Hear me (original song)
This song was composed in 1998. I lived alone in Granby, in a three-room apartment, where my older brother, who at that time crossed a difficult period, visited me and showed me some verses written by his pen. It surprised me deeply to see that this man, who had never shown any particular interest to letters, handed me this sheet of paper where I found the words and images with precision and consistency surprising. This was irrefutable evidence of his pain. Not without excitement, he asked me to enclose the text with music, motion that I could not refuse. The same evening, I began to work no less than two months later, this song was born that suggested the return of love after the break. Here's the first stanza, which will give you an idea of the atmosphere of this room, waiting for a sound recording in good and due form.
Listen to me, lend me your ear
The one on the sunny side
I see a spark in your eyes
that continues to shine
and finally, here's the final stanza.
and we will do the most beautiful symphony
is so beautiful, the sun comes back we
And I'm already starting to go your beauty
As long is full this sunny moon
As long as you are by my side.
After several months of separation, my brother returned to live with his sweetheart. Their marriage lasts forever, peacefully, like the melody of this song.
For a moment Harmonium
Serge Fiori has said in interviews that there is only one of his songs he consistently refused to bring up the intimacy of the alcove. This song is For a moment. From its dazzling freshness to his arrangements that cross beautifully the test of time, through the universal reach of his message, this piece is among my favorite of the group and, undoubtedly, the most affordable for those who do not know the music of Harmonium. Certainly, something absolutely irresistible grabs us from the opening bars, as a supreme confidence of Mother Nature during the passage of the seasons, or those precious moments when our hearts no longer serving a grueling thirsty ideal. My intimate know, it's the music of Harmonium who told me quite emphatically thank you, the way the "songwriter." So I can say: ç has finally allowed me to write this song.
Goldberg Variations (Aria da Capo) Bach by Glenn Gould (ver. 1955)
The great Johann Sebastian wrote his famous variations on his famous pupil Goldberg . The latter realized that his name would go down in history? Several other names have survived the centuries and, like that of Süssmayer, the famous pupil of Mozart Requiem brilliantly completed his master , shortly after his death.
It sometimes makes me cry this song. It was she who, during the concert of the artist at the Salle Wilfrid-Pelletier in 2007, had been the highlight of my evening. Who are dedicated parts of Rufus Wainwright? To his mother? his sister? or both? Perhaps simply to Music Lady, which means they are dedicated to all the ladies! I have often said that Rufus may have already met Mozart. In my case, whenever I hear a piece of brilliant songwriter, I can not help to think that the light of inspiration that sometimes crosses the Master of Salzburg. Only difference in the table, one liked women, not the other. But it is immaterial when it comes to love, music. Anyway, we love them both very strong.
Como la cigarra Mercedes Sosa (from the album Live in Argentina)
A song of classical, semi-twilight, half-sunny and a wonderful poetry. A classical guitar resonates discretion asserted agreements that shake the heart, often the first time of measurement. Near the lunar beauty of the music of Caetano Veloso, but in addition, opacity enchanting songs of the late Mercedes Sosa dispel know when I'm listening, all my doubts and uncertainties of the moment . Each time, a voice from beyond the grave just confirm for me that I actually designed into the language of Cervantes and that the core of my heart is built on the most melodious tone of the language. Listen to how beautiful this music!
Dixie Harmonium
I would write in panic the purest, the most daring. I would turn off the lights, point me wherever I accurately, because there is this song. I could be deaf would hear this piece again. Hey, toe-in do the same, take off your fingers in your ears .... Oh my god! The inimitable scat Serge Fiori! The child becomes an adult musician. Now, that's the solos that overlap. "Forgive me if I lose these hinges, I love this man so much! (These are the words addressed by Haydn Mozart's father about his famous son). Unable to contain myself, to affirm or deny, even to try! Forget-me! I do not want more understanding, because I know it will not slow down my pace. And he who dares approach proclaim that we are not immortal. I brandish the flag of every color and will not erase what I write. A solo mandolin, and now my favorite solo, the guitar. Ouch ... six-string acoustic, it's not playing Fiori is Charlie Christian, Django Reinhardt and Fernando Sor put together! And then the piano, spoons counterpoint. Clap your hands, it was announced soon coming of disco. Yes, I know the song as the singer black, I will survive. There are returns that do not fade at the time to be articulated. Me, and I will not erase me reread ago, while I still have to drink.
Here ends the game, virtually speaking. Drunkenness is the opposite of the game I was thinking about that last sentence as I listened to the song Harmonium. Here, then, in this Promenade that drunkenness will because of its author. I mean the author of Pictures at an Exhibition , piano monument describing in some so a visit ingenue in the cave of beauty, and who later orchestrated by Ravel. Believing that it was his birthday, Modest Mussorgsky drank a few sips of too much alcohol too strong for his sick body. He died, leaving several unfinished works. Had been found, carefully placed on his bedside table, the Treaty orchestration of Berlioz. This discovery is the ultimate proof that the author of Boris Godunov did not feel he had achieved mastery of his art. It must be a power vacuum to fill, is not it? To do so, the desperation and circumstances of the death of Mussorgsky not plunge me into more melancholy, but rather in the sense of peace that comes from knowing that even slightly confident of his resources, the composer knew, like any true artist, only he would able to produce this work for which he felt vest. The slope of this is distressing thought it likely that alcohol would prolong his life.
In the words of Boris Cyrulnik, the brilliant Mussorgsky is a fine example of a "great misfortune".
"On the verge of tears" could have been called this song. You see that I can not stop! What a liberating exercise! Within minutes, her arms open to me the piano.
I'm in a cafe. No black and white keys here, but the keyboard of my computer. Music, save those souls who get stuck in the dark, they whose horizons are so vicious they get even more suffering to name the Dam. I think now - forgive me those denominations that my breath for a moment - my younger sister, she never liked the music.
I wish all my friends, musicians and non musicians, the most beautiful of days.
I wish my family all the peace and health.
I wish Chris, my nephew, the future research he and the tribal flower which looks at major venues, including the blossoming flower will be punctuated especially for him.
For musician friends.
Today, please sing, even (especially) if you are not a singer. Then, take your phone call a parent and play her a song. Do it for the parent and the music, and do not forget to tell him it's a special day. I encourage contact with a parent living outside the city or the country.
Friends For non-musicians.
Share a song you particularly like with a loved one. Entrust him then your impressions of this piece and remember that the dialogue between you and this being does not stop while you listen music.
do not forget that the music you love.
Thanks to P., the first at which I liked a day full of music!
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