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Me Singing! Me Playing Piano! Me Composing! Me Writing! Me Acting!
Me singing Sure on this Shining Night by Samuel Barber.(0 plays)
Me singing Where’ere you Walk by George Frederick Handel.(0 plays)
Me singing An Die Musik by Franz Schubert.(0 plays)
Me playing the song I wrote, I Wandered Lonely As Cloud, which uses as lyrics a poem by William Wordsworth.(0 plays)
The recording of my Variations on Abbots Bromley, with Gwen B-Z on flute, Jack Hollingsworth on double bass, and Richard Monari on percussion.(0 plays)
A song I wrote for a singer/songwriter class. The recording was done in one take on a crappy piano. Lyrics are below for when I mess up in the recording:
The Ballad of the Friend
Oh, he walks into the party with a plastic cup in hand,
Paper streamers on the wall, “Hey Jude” played by a three-piece band
He sees her from across the room, a girl with golden hair
So he takes a big swig from his cup and walks right over there
He says, “Hello, how are you?” and she says, “I’m doing fine.”
He says, “Would you like to see a movie? The showings start at night.”
But she says, “I really shouldn’t; I’ve already got a man.”
He says, “Can I at least be a friend?” She says, “I guess you can.”
So he dreams of the day where she’ll come and she’ll say
That she’s always loved him since the day they’d met.
He hopes beyond prayer that one day she’ll be there,
But that day hasn’t come, at least not yet
There’s a month within each hour and a year within each day,
When that man that she was seeing leaves to go another way
So the girl and the boy, well they started hanging out,
Having meals and seeing shows, friends without a doubt.
But the boy never did forget the way he felt before
And every hour he spends with her makes him love her more.
But he never quite can tell her that she’s more than just a friend.
What if she didn’t love him back? Would their friendship end?
How could he be a lover if he always was a peer?
How can he risk everything they’d built up all those years?
One day they’re getting coffee in a little corner store
And he sits across the table from the girl he’s fallen for.
There’s a love song on the radio, the scent of baking bread,
But all that he can think of is the love inside his head.
There’s a tremor in his hand as he tries to take a drink
He’s working up the courage to tell her what he thinks.
He says, “I’ve got to tell you something now before we lose more time.”
She says to him, “What is it?” And he just says, “Nevermind.”
I don’t know how I should feel.
I could be indifferent.
I could move on
and not try to foster feelings
that might break friendships.
I could move on
and seek adoration elsewhere,
set my sights on other persons
who’d be less dangerous.
I could continue to love,
or whatever feeling this is.
Time away dampens feelings
yet, somehow, spurs them on.
I don’t know where I stand,
whether I should move forward
or whether I’d be better off
and retreating back
to where I came.
Last night, the snow fell,
ivory flakes of cold
tumbling through the blackness,
covering the silent world
in a blanket of white.
This morning, it rained.
Dirty droplets hit the milky ground
sending streams of muddy water
along the earth.
Furrows form in the snow
as it slowly relents to the rain.
Now, it’s mud.
and brown dirt
squelch under my boots
as I make footprints
in the dying snow.