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Mokambaku |
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An improvisation which grew-with-the-telling. The “story” of
this song gradually came to me as a mother’s lament over the village-imposed
exile of her son Mokambaku. Basically a rewrite of the prodigal son tale,
told from a slightly different perspective. An example of what happens when
you have 7 minutes of tape left over at the end of a reel. |
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Electric
Night_ |
One
summer I spent a number of late evenings outdoors, staring into the universe
with a pair of binoculars. Crickets and fireflies were all around me, making
their particular kind of music, and the moon was hiding behind the trees.
Everything seemed to be humming. The combined delights were quite memorable
and magical, so I took a musical snapshot. |
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The
Eternal Return_ |
On
a cross-country trip I took some years ago, my journey took me through the
wild, rolling green landscapes of Oregon and Idaho. This is my musical impression
of that truly beautiful place. Eternal Return is a study in 4/4 time superimposed
on 3/4. |
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Within
The Dream_ |
Where
do we go when we sleep? This piece explores that curiosity. I like the layering
effect and the lack of regard for melody or any traditional musical structure.
Written for a weekend-morning radio show called “Sleepy Hollow”,
produced by WXPN-FM in Philadelphia in hopes that they would play it. They
did! |
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Demeter
Rising_ |
My
old friend Bobby Michaels did some nice interpreting on soprano sax in this.
Some lyrics came to me after this recording which subsequently turned “Demeter”
into a mother’s day gift to my son’s mom, about a month before
he was born. Someday I hope to record a vocal version with a soprano who
can comfortably hit the high D. Either directly or indirectly, all women
are Goddesses! |
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Friendship_ Among Trees_ |
Once
after a late night of recording I walked out into my front yard where two
great trees lived. Somebody had suggested I cut one of them down, and I
thought that if I had, the remaining tree would certainly miss the missing
one, given that they spend so much time together. I suspect that plants,
like humans, can and do have relationships with one another. I am long since
gone from that place, but I happen to know both trees remain. |
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Embraced
by Love:_ |
I know that as mere humans we are not the be-all and end-all. We are in fact a wonderfully intentioned part of something greater than our selves. I certainly do not have all the answers, let alone many of the questions. Meanwhile, the resonance experienced in “Embraced By Love” is a humble attempt at emulating the works of some great meditation music composers gone before me. I hope this resonance works for you.
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George
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