Violet's Song
A special song written especially for my wife, Violet. She doesn't enjoy the heavy bass thump-thump found in so much of today's music. Therefore, this song was made without any of the pounding tempo. Just an ocassional glass chime and a light tempo background was all that was added to the mellow keyboard sounds.
In this tune I was wanting something perky and plucky, yet with a sense of silk. I'm hoping that I was able to accomplish it and that you find this piece relaxing and soothing.
Child Within
This tune is a play on life. It starts simple: a state of being. Then we hit a speedbump, a milestone in our life (the heavy drum sound) and things become a bit more complicated. Underlying is a sound similar to a cow bell that I used to denote the child, the special spirit that can be found in us. More milestones are encountered and our life becomes more complicated, even the rhythm of our life changes. Still, the child is within us and we learn as we mature that being a child is best.
The Milestones: Birth, Puberty, Adulthood, Marriage, Children, Grandchildren, Death.
The happiest people are those that can find the child within and enjoy life as a child. Grandparents, of which I am one, enjoy the grandkids because it allows us the liberty to be a child again.
Ireland Down Under
Visualize a leprechaun dancing ever so gaily to a bagpipe. He holds a pipe in one hand, and an ale in the other! Now add in the sounds of the Australian Outback. The land of the Aborigine and those mystical sounds of the didjeridoo. There is magic!
This piece is lively and blends the two worlds together with a hynotic beat and almost glides back and forth between them. This is one of my favorites and I had fun putting it together.
The Storm
A crack of thunder and foreboding clouds. A storm is on the way. The storm continues, rain comes down. Inside the rhythm of the rain is a beat; a tempo. The storm subsides and there is a promise, a heart-lifting crescendo explosion. In the beauty of the cleansed earth, one can enjoy a new tempo. Things are different. Even an ocassional water drop falling from the sky or overhead tree is exilirating. Again, thunder. The storm is back.
Sunday Afternoon
This tune is a lazy, hazy day during the summer. A Sunday afternoon, if you will. There is a slow, easy and almost hypnotic background rhythm. Yeah, a nice Sunday afternoon in the backyard, lazing in the hammock, sipping lemonade and enjoying the shade. Like any day, there's those little annoyances: bugs, neighbors, motors, kids. But relax, enjoy the day and let it all slip away. Feel the breeze.
It's a Sunday afternoon -- what else would you want to do?
Dancing Fingers
Nothing is as exciting to watch as a person playing a Spanish guitar. Visualize a small desert town with a cantina. You're drawn to beat of the guitar -- the spice, the life! You enter. Guitars are playing, fingers dancing across the strings, dueling for control of the tempo!
I hope with this piece to have captured some of the excitement and agility of a Spanish guitar player.
Cosmic Dancer
Th-thunk. Th-thunk. It was a soft, barely audible sound, niggling
at the fringe of my hearing.
Th-thunk. Th-thunk. It was louder. I stared at the void of space in which
I floated. A pinpoint of light appeared in the distance. Suddenly I was
moved by warping from my nebulous surroundings toward a new reality. Rhythm.
A hypnotic pattern played with my spirit. I surveyed my surroundings.
The sky was filled with heavenly objects: planets, moons, stars, even
a spinning galaxy. A comet crossed in front of me. Dim ensional reality
ceased to exist. Everything was here, all within my touch. The music surrounded
and engulfed me.
I watched it pulse into being, slowly dancing, moving between the planets. Red. Fiery. Swirling. The music was intoxicating and I watched this magical, cosmic dancer before me. The rhythm lured me, called to me. My spirit responded. We, the cosmic entity and I, became one, to leave and dance among the celestial bodies.
Man About Town
He struts his stuff as he walks the streets of the city. He's the
man about town; hopping from one club to the next. The street is exhilerating.
The nightlife is there, beckonging to him -- asking "what you need?"
He continues on. The tempo continues and he is at the club. The world
is his to own tonight, still the street beckons to him, luring him with
promises.
But he never waivers, he's the man about town.
This is a nice club-jazz tune, kicky yet smooth..
Chineses Battle Chimes
This was done at the request of a co-worker.
This is a battle. There is a build up and then the Chinese gong. The music sweeps back and forth with build-ups and interplays with different gongs and chimes. I'm not sure exactly what battle! This was suppose to be battle type music designed for listening to while playing some role-playing game. Somehow, it changed from battle scene to more of a battle between the chimes, gongs and tempos!
Arabian Sands
The mysterious Arabian desert. The sands move within a rush of wind, creating dunes. In the distance, the drums of the desert people echo into the clear night skies. There is excitement, yet hidden within is the haunting sounds that only happen in the loneliness of the Arabian desert.
I'm hoping that I was able to convey the mystique of the desert and the awe of the Arabian life-style within your mind. I wanted you to see shifting sands, small pools of clear refreshing water and palm trees at an oasis, tents with dancing shadows and camels trudging across the dunes in a long caravan.