msaramago: The red "notes" are actually chords - can you read these? I'd need you to do it like Dannyboy did to the other song.
leumas: Cello parts would be totally welcome! I, myself, tried to learn the cello a year ago. Next piece I post here, I'll post a cello part for sure. As for adding to your piece, I think people will want to help. At least I will.
I'm listening to your Myspace! Pretty cool!!!! Just out of curiosity, from what country are you?
This is a cello piece I composed this week for a friend cellist here in Brazil. It'd be awesome if you could take a look at it, love it and play it in every recital you give. ahaha
erm, so... in my free time (which is the last 5 mins), i went crazy and decided to go ahead and pick some of owen's dead lyrics and revive them with some of my own, to make something out of them. i don't know if they're any good (probably the metrics are all wrong and there's no way in hell you can make a song out of them), but i thought i could take a shot at it. so here it is: my first half-lyrics!
The river is a talker and the woods are alive, We hear the nymphs in the forest And then in the biggest river we take a dive
We are explorers We've seen and done horrors. Our hero is hardened And steeped in the salt of the earth A hist'ry of prophetry's a story of low birth
But the nymphs are a decoy! Just a pretext to destroy us! Arrow in the side, what's a boy to do? Hear the hero's anguished cry What. Is a boy. To. Do?
i don't have a title for it yet, but go ahead and criticise ;D
Last Edit: Jan 17, 2011 10:01:06 GMT -5 by msaramago
Can I contribute an OLD poem I wrote about 5 years ago?
Trading some time for a turn In the forest of torrid robotics After convincing myself that there's no risk committing A crime in a way which no one can detect
My shortcomings are shaded the window blinds Hiding a good mind/bad body all too little too late Self-help and know how thereby allow me the chance A chance to experience the sleep of the shark while he waits in the shallow
A dish of disaster spills over and past hurt In turn collapses with half moon nostalgia And then gives the finger to all the cement Holding soap dishes as to not let them slip into air oblivion
Hello to everybody! Thanks for posting, for the help offer and the poem. I was actually disappointed by people's hesitation to record and produce stuff here (I was actually told that would happen) so I turned my attention to other things. Actually, I haven't been in the forum for some time - I successfully completed my last Owen cycle and now I am in output phase and abstinent from listening to music. I actually got a pretty cool freelance job doing arrangements and sequencing for TV, plus I'm going to Los Angeles next week to do a film scoring course!
All that to say that as much as I am tempted by the material and possibilities you guys have left here, I don't know if I should really take my time and compose for the inexistant ensemble. On saying this I think I am being a bit unfair, because there were people who offered their playing and didn't have a chance to do anything.
So, if you guys think something could be done about it, please do commission me and I will set both drtchocky's and Margarida's poems.