7 levels Yamaha grand, full string orchestra, crotales, timpani, Bossendorfer grand, French horns and probably a string thing or two whispering its way around the orchestration and bombast. It is a eulogy, nonetheless, this is a eulogy. I hope you feel the consoling measures as well as angry timpani and horns here and there. Maybe feel how she smiled, and then a prayer to be had for her life, her soul, and those she loved.
Peace, A Eulogy, A Prayer for A Beloved Departed
This is as in the title, a eulogy, so there are up lifting and joyous moments but the leit motif one of sadness and loss.
Bess Burkett was loved by us all and those beyond. I hope this piece does her justice. I thought on her all night, then worked on this for a few hours, slept a few and started on engineering this Peace and I was fine with it in tone and effect.
Prayer: What is Prayer in Life.What is Peace.What is …? (yeah…Zen crap)
She Held His Hand
“I want to tell you a song about a girl, but I can’t find my way back home again, and then we did” Just because I copped a phrase from the original.
Some of the songs have been moved around or lost after I changed format. Hopefully not too much has been changed. This stuff took way more time and effort than I thought it would when I wanted to update the look and categories for the songs. Everything here is also on SoundCloud except for my published poetry and food articles which I hope have not been screwed up.
Source: She Held His Hand (For EK)
A Place Called Here…A Place Named Home
Be Happiness, Be Hope, Be the Love that our dear ones need, but we are also human, and it ain’t easy, money, time, place, the unknown. I fail. I try. I fail again. I try again. I do think I a…
A Place Called Here…A Place Named Home
it is what it is, a song to God among the stars, distant homes, places unknown, the sometimes futile path to Be Happiness even among the worn and weary. Be happiness. If we always were we would never feel so alone. But it’s cool. There is much to be learned, to discover and open up to our loves and friends, to our lives, and that is to Be Happiness, Be the Love that God so openly shares with us all, even in the darkest of days, the most hopeless hours, let the love and patience of the Lored sink in, to be the Happiness, to be the love. I wish I were a better man. My shortcomings surely include this difficulty, but I am trying. We must try to be humane. Sometimes we have to remove ourselves from the draining sadness, but once recharged try again to Be Happiness, Be Hope, Be the Love that our dear ones need, but we are also human, and it ain’t easy, money, time, place, the unknown. I fail. I try. I fail again. I try again. I do think I am alone. I do not believe I am alone. I know I am not alone. We are together, linked in a chain of humanity, one that does not make a slave of us, but one that binds us together, a spiritual chain of wonder and goodness
In A Silent…
Children of the Manticore (morning song with two pianos)
This has gone through a dozen transformations from five piece down to two. I was happy with two. Each piano has two different programming techniques. Each note is played. I started on it yesterday, slept, and returned to the piano when I woke up, drinking cardamom tea, so it is radically transformed from what it was in the first four to 11 styles, playing, instruments, everything. Manticore is from Emerson, Lake and Palmer. I have written many dedications to Keith Emerson who we lost last year along with Greg Lake. I attribute their entire work to introducing a generation to modern classical music as well as prog rock. I hope you feel the dedication to an artistic idol in this 8 minute work. Love. Peace. Hope. To all, peace love
Destroying Angel
https://soundcloud.com/h-lamar-thomas/destroying-angels-of-a-fallen-hero-2117-823-pm
Thinking about Keith Emerson, the glory, the vibe, the darkness that consumed his brilliance and left such wonder and beauty behind for us all.
Holy Breeze Before the Comets Go
https://soundcloud.com/h-lamar-thomas/holy-breeze-before-the-comets-go-13017-234-pm#t=2:01
Continuation on my imaginings of songs from space, angels melodies whether we agree they are melodic or not, to me they are songs of the soul, of God whispering and shouting, demanding and accepting, beautifully of the body and of spirit, these things these comets that race the universe alone dropping off bits and pieces of matter that in turn become the stuff of birthing planets and dying suns, it sounds like this to me, it always does…and for a birthday I am doing what I love the most, creating, whether it be in music, poetry, food or love, I am happiest feeling that somewhere someone feels the sounds and songs as I do. “as” I do. Love. Peace.
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