This was written when your blogger was not quite nineteen.
I must dedicate this chorale-prelude to, in addition to Sounthy Philips, the original dedicatee, also Monica Abiaka, Chandran and Ranee Chinappa, Manel and Shelton Wirasinha, Ashley and Bridget Halpe, and Archimedes's Mom, all of whom contributed to my musical training.
[Added later: This is a version featuring "solo" instruments, and the score in High Definition.]
[Added still later: Here's The Last Rose of Summer.
[Added just today] Here is yet another composition by me, nearing completion. It was written for strings, but I liked the way it sounds played with a wind quartet (and a double-bass), as simulated by the music editing software. It is being called serenade on a trial basis:
Arch
Trump has blustered himself into a corner
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What happens when you are confronted by an enemy and you fire all the
weapons in your arsenal at it but after using up all your ammunition, you
still fail ...
3 hours ago
2 comments:
It's just beautiful and fun! (I'm not sure I'm allowed to say that this piece is 'fun' but too bad, I just did.)
Which one? There are THREE.
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