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October 1, International Music Day

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)

Goldberg Variations (18th variation) of Bach by Glenn Gould (Ver. 1955)

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

The Last Time I Saw Richard by Joni Mitchell

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.

Nobody's Off The Hook Rufus Wainwright

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.

Promenade fired Pictures at an Exhibition by Mussorgsky Wonny Song

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".

Vicious World Rufus Wainwright

"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!

Pilladas: Hannah Montana

The New Songwriter's Workshop in Montreal

Like all SOCAN member, I regularly receive email newsletters, invitations to musical events of all kinds. A few days ago, one of these emails invited me to New songwriter's workshop , held in Montreal on September 26. Organized jointly with SOCAN and the Canadian Music Week, the seminar aims to provide songwriters with tips to strengthen job creation and promotion. I rarely read through these e-invitations that abound in my inbox, but this one tickled me from the first sentence, feeling he deserved special attention. So I went to my entry on the site, receiving a few hours later, all the event details. One detail to be mentioned at the bottom of this message was an invitation to songwriters and performers wishing to bring a CD of an original song to submit to "test bed" and receive feedback from professionals on site. Already, my heart was feverish.

Everything started at noon. Leaving the station Vendôme, around 11 30 pm, I saw a man walking salt and pepper hair with a sure step. "Could you tell me where I can find this street? "I asked, pointing to the name of that street on the printed itinerary of my Google Map. The man replied: "Take the next right and then the left is the corner you will see a red brick building ... ... But do not hurry, one of the speakers was canceled at the last minute and we will be forced to begin the seminar at 13 am today. "Stunned, I asked him if we were talking about the same thing. He reassured me: "Yes, my name is Nxxx, I am the organizer of the event," he snapped, shaking my hand. Obviously, the man was a musician, his leather jacket with the image of the house of the Sabian percussion instruments confirmed. Dumbfounded, I walked up the nearest cafe to write some lines. There are those chances, sometimes! The seminar brought together

about a hundred (perhaps a bit less) singer-songwriters who, like me, had gone place to make the stuff and music recommendations for a more successful career. The first speaker, named Ralph Murphy, was nothing less than a veteran with a proven track record as a producer for the legendary Canadian band April Wine, but also as a songwriter for artists. This man I could not be more moved by his way of exposing sometimes crudely but with sensitivity, but the real issues necessary for the music industry. "It's not about the money, it's the money," he said, referring to the musical ideas that are ours. He then spoke of the emotional and psychological anguish the artist, the real. "We're all dysfunctional monumently" he snapped. The purpose seemed peremptory accents quasi-dramatic, but unanswerable. During the first hour, real chills through me, so I already regretted not having reported the incident to some friends songwriters.

later was thrown a DVD Janis Nixon, a marketing executive at Universal, who provided valuable advice (I weigh these words) on the marketing and promotion of musical works. I looked around the artists who listened, took notes and sometimes deposited their pencil, thoughtfully. It is true that many of the specialist about what had really thought.

The last part of the seminar was entirely devoted to hearing the demo of the artists. Because everything I had previously heard speakers was formulated in the language of Shakespeare, I had very little hope of hearing my song speaking, until I am informed it was a draw. In the last half hour of the seminar (which was a total of five hours), no French song had been selected - I thought, until some point, be the sole author of French language site. To my surprise, shortly before the end of the workshop, my name was finally got it. As for each of the selected candidates, we have heard a verse and a chorus of the song. Imagine the sensation of listening to resonate on its own composition of large loudspeakers in the presence of four professionals from the song and dozens of artists who aspire to the same thing as you: the sacred art appreciation! After hearing my song, people applauded warmly. An even stranger behind me tapped my shoulder and threw me in the middle of the chorus, a beautiful commentary on it. The first professional to comment on my piece was Gasoi Jennifer, a musician and writer acclaimed recordings for children, whose sensitivity and relevance of critics were impeccable. It was a question of details that I will not mention here because they go beyond the purpose of this post (do not worry, the comments were excellent!). Then Ralph Murphy spoke in turn. His words were more commercial potential of the song than anything else, which is not negligible. A few minutes later, ended this wonderful seminar.

While all were preparing to leave, I spoke with Jennifer Gasoi which reiterated his enthusiasm for my song. Strangely, I felt the feeling of knowing that person. I served him all my happiness to have been present, saying: "You've given lots of love today." Its transparency was striking because it does not hide his emotion when he heard what I said. It was the depth of a great soul. Then I greeted kindly Mr. Murphy covered it and thanks for all the thrills he has given me. "Oh Give me a hug!" he said with candor. This professional could not have been more placid and easy going . There are still people like that, simple but whose job is sure. They are people like him who multiplies my faith in the music industry. For, after all, this industry is us!

I am rarely out also cheered a music seminar. These specialists have the song talked about real things, not omitting to mention that a singer can encounter obstacles on the road. To help, the many tips on promotion via the Internet provided by Janis Nixon was one of the highlights of the meeting. Then, the charge on writing (there was talk of the importance of the arrangement of words, syllables, imagery, structures etc..) And, later, enumerating the limits of human hearing - the availability of the listener to listen a new song - formed, too, a compendium of invaluable.

We know that many people make music, and among these people are a lot of talent. While it is increasingly difficult for the best artists out of the lot of small artists. The hard work is the condition intrinsic to the success of a creator. That life keeps pounding in my head like a mantra, that last sentence is my faith so important!

My afternoon spent at New Songwriter's Workshop will long remain etched in my memory. The few good games that I've made have renewed my confidence in the profession and in this wonderful medium of song. I found only a shame we do not give more often this type of free workshop in Montreal.

To hear the song I submitted to Workshop, it is by here.

Filme Mario Salieri On Line

Brigitte anger at the Rookie of the Month Breaking

Its cover, a bright green, reminiscent of children's literature books, while his illustration may suggest a novel chick lit. Indeed, Brigitte anger is not a book for youth, not quite an adult book either, and even less of chick lit. This first installment of Jerome Lafond tells the story of a teenager with a complex personality, loving tone music and movies of Fellini, who plays in a suburb where everything is clearly slower than in his head. The spirit corroding the heart but friendly, Bridget undergoes contradictions and turmoil of her imagination, in addition to negotiating with a revulsion to the world and its mother. Most scenes take place at St. Scholastica School and at home heroin. Between these two places, she finds her friend Karin for a film project, and Anthony, the boy who loves a love without reciprocity.

the first pages, a series of murders stirred the small town. These crimes encourage the teenager to correspond with the killer, where fit and adjacent paragraphs of verbiage verging on incoherence and give the reader the impression of following a story without beginning or end. Fortunately, things fit substantially over the pages and the narrative eventually reaches a more comfortable pace.

Despite story full of charm and cool characters, my main disappointment is that my desire to know more deeply heroin remained unfulfilled, or almost. Who is she really? I asked myself often. Only at the end that opens the cave of consciousness Brigitte, she perfectly embodied, escaping from his dream world to finally convince us of what it is, what it lives and why. This strength of conviction in the story should have simply effected earlier.

Some stylistic twists illustrate an exciting world, for example: "At death of one of ours, we would burn his body at the foot of the statue of man and maple sing hymns Celtic-inspired in us holding hands. I argue for the love of Superman and the failure of sub-human. We would have our own school and I would be the author of all textbooks. I would teach that man descended from monkeys, not the maple. .

This novel style of writing is not just simple and uninteresting. Overall, the characters are carried by a certain discretion, a sign of unhappiness that affects them. Surely they who give the book a certain homogeneity. Certainly, the images that spring from the earthy spirit of Brigitte could simply better serve the narrative. We can say however that it is a book that reads effortlessly.

to hear from my colleagues in the Rookie of the Month , click here .