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What does it mean, when your mother believes you to be the voice of angels? What does it mean to be able to create, instantly and without effort, something that can move a room full of peoples emotions? Something that cannot be recreated, and yet can be continuously tapped into simply by sitting at a keyboard, a harp, a cello...
I received one gift from my parents for Christmas, perhaps the most meaningful gift they have ever given me; even more so than when they bought me my first real piano, a Clavinova that sits in their living room to this day, honored as a memory of their musical son.
Mom likes finding things from Hallmark to send me; usually something Snoopy related because well, the dog was my favorite character in the strip. Furry before I knew it, go figure. This year.... they sent me a piano. Not a real piano, but a small sculpture of a piano, being played by Schroeder. You press a button, and the figure moves in time with the music being played, as Schroeder improvises on famous Christmas carols.
This..... this is how my parents see me. This is the gift of seeing through their eyes what they have always seen me as. To them, I am living music. I have but to open the gates, and it is always there, in some capacities greater than others at times. I was humbled, and at the same time, I felt immensely proud. So, I wrote this song; it is completely unedited. I did not touch it; I feel it came out perfectly.
So, I put to you that to me, this is true music, springing forth from the very soul, beyond even my ability to shape it but to simply be carried along by it. This is a piece of myself, freely given. I would love to hear what you, my listeners, take away from my gift.
May grace and serenity find you all in the coming year; I will do my best to grant you all such feelings through my music, if nothing else. *whuffles and smiles*
I received one gift from my parents for Christmas, perhaps the most meaningful gift they have ever given me; even more so than when they bought me my first real piano, a Clavinova that sits in their living room to this day, honored as a memory of their musical son.
Mom likes finding things from Hallmark to send me; usually something Snoopy related because well, the dog was my favorite character in the strip. Furry before I knew it, go figure. This year.... they sent me a piano. Not a real piano, but a small sculpture of a piano, being played by Schroeder. You press a button, and the figure moves in time with the music being played, as Schroeder improvises on famous Christmas carols.
This..... this is how my parents see me. This is the gift of seeing through their eyes what they have always seen me as. To them, I am living music. I have but to open the gates, and it is always there, in some capacities greater than others at times. I was humbled, and at the same time, I felt immensely proud. So, I wrote this song; it is completely unedited. I did not touch it; I feel it came out perfectly.
So, I put to you that to me, this is true music, springing forth from the very soul, beyond even my ability to shape it but to simply be carried along by it. This is a piece of myself, freely given. I would love to hear what you, my listeners, take away from my gift.
May grace and serenity find you all in the coming year; I will do my best to grant you all such feelings through my music, if nothing else. *whuffles and smiles*
Category Music / All
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True art (even music) comes to us when the muse and the mind and the heart are all in alignment.
What you have created here, my friend, truly is art. Correction - Art. Your parents are not far off the mark if you can allow the flow of notes to pass through you into such calming, pastoral work.
I can picture a warm summer's day, spent walking with a loved one through a field of grass, laughing and just enjoying the moment... carefree times. Better times, perhaps.
You have a gift, sir, though it may feel as natural as breathing. Never doubt it. :)
What you have created here, my friend, truly is art. Correction - Art. Your parents are not far off the mark if you can allow the flow of notes to pass through you into such calming, pastoral work.
I can picture a warm summer's day, spent walking with a loved one through a field of grass, laughing and just enjoying the moment... carefree times. Better times, perhaps.
You have a gift, sir, though it may feel as natural as breathing. Never doubt it. :)
I had always tempered their opinions of me with "it's my parents, of course they like it" for the longest time. But now.... I think that pride and adoration has gone beyond me just being their child. Thanks so much for the input, Windrunner. It's much appreciated. *whinnies and nuzzles* :)
I will not rob you of the truth by not telling you that this brought tears to my eyes. I am currently in Afghanistan in the US Army. I have seen unspeakable horrors and yet even as I type this comment, I feel a lump in my throat that reminds me there is still beauty in this world. Thank you for this brief moment of happiness you have brought me.
Come home safe, Dizzy. If you haven't already, you can download 8 hours of music (they're in zip files though, don't know if smartphones can break those yet... ) at http://www.shirerecords.com/BW.html . I hope the music can bring you some peace in a harsh landscape; thank you for listening. *whuffles and salutes*
Many people can play a piano and make a good tune out of it. But you.... you don't need to try.
Perhaps you are indeed the voice of angels, and a gifted being, Like few our kind has ever had. Use it well and to your best judgment, Who knows ,there might be still waiting for you.
Perhaps you are indeed the voice of angels, and a gifted being, Like few our kind has ever had. Use it well and to your best judgment, Who knows ,there might be still waiting for you.
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