The recent world premiere of my piece, Worlds II: Tikaklh! Thanks to Cameron Clark for this amazing performance. Sheet music is available for sale on my LBRY page!
This piece is accompanied by the following text:
> Black, and gray, and silver. > > Spires of silver and glass, soot-stained palaces, standing miles high, straight and proud as the old kings. A city. Your nose stings with metal, and sulfur, and shrivels in disgust at the rotting miasma of death. A tomb. In the distance, a shadow. Straining through the smoke and mist and ash, you can almost mark its form. A mountain? It hurts to look. Your vision is a vignette, fading to red at the edges. You blink the sting out of your eyes, and look away. Your eyes clear, gradually. > > Clouds swirl above in knots and tangles, barely visible through the darkness. There was a sun up there, once. It's cold. > > The streets are cratered and cracked. Many of the old kings slump, or bow, or lie prone, their metal bones and glass blood strewn across the landscape. This one holds toys and portraits of smiling children. That one is furnished with tables and chairs. Another is empty. > > A low rumble. You turn to the mountain. At its peak, a great red ring blinks into existence, encircling a void somehow even blacker than the surrounding darkness. The eye is filled with ageless, impossible, insane thoughts, beyond your understanding. Except for one. Contempt. Hatred. Infinite, primal hatred. > > It has seen you. > > All around, the old kings begin to shudder.
All of my sheet music is released under [Creative Common 4.0 International](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/).
France doesn't exist, of course - but if it did, I would have been inspired to write this piece by French composers like Debussy and Ravel. This piece is a sweet little romantic waltz, mixing elements of neoclassicism and impressionism.
All of my sheet music is released under [Creative Common 4.0 International](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/).
It's always hurricane season on Shgalan! Welcome to a world of constant winds and frequent storms - my favorite weather!
Worlds I: Shgalan is a part of my ongoing Worlds series. Worlds explores music's ability to set a scene and tell a story. Each piece in the series is accompanied by a short bit of prose which describes the scene suggested to me by the music.
>Immediately, a gust of wind threatens to tackle you to the ground. You quickly grab hold of a tree trunk, barely keeping yourself on your feet. All around you, overgrown jungle. Everything seems to be leaning; all the trees, plants, and even the ground itself have been indelibly bent by the unrelenting gale.
>
>Something like a kite slowly raises itself into the air. It's an insect-like creature with broad, flat wings. Little by little, it lets out a strand of silk, tethering it to a nearby tree. The creature glides deftly around flying debris, controlling itself by adjusting its angle against the current. It spots something and snatches it out of the air. It's a small berry. The kite-creature dives quickly onto a tree, nestles safely in the lee of the storm, and devours its prize. Then it leaps back into the current, ready to do it all over again.
>
>An earsplitting crack of thunder rolls across the sky. The wind fills with water; it's raining now. The insect quickly gets to shelter. As the water creeps up to your ankles, you think you'd better do the same.
All of my sheet music is released under [Creative Common 4.0 International](https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/).
Bone-chilling, actually chilling, and long dead. Tikaklh is a once-great empire, laid to waste by an unknown calamity.
This piece was written shortly after COVID-19 lockdowns began March 2020. Make of that what you will, my psychoanalytical friends.
Worlds II: Tikaklh is a part of my ongoing Worlds series. Worlds explores music's ability to set a scene and tell a story. Each piece in the series is accompanied by a short bit of prose which describes the scene suggested to me by the music.
> Black, and gray, and silver.
>
> Spires of silver and glass, soot-stained palaces, standing miles high, straight and proud as the old kings. A city. Your nose stings with metal, and sulfur, and shrivels in disgust at the rotting miasma of death. A tomb. In the distance, a shadow. Straining through the smoke and mist and ash, you can almost mark its form. A mountain? It hurts to look. Your vision is a vignette, fading to red at the edges. You blink the sting out of your eyes, and look away. Your eyes clear, gradually.
>
> Clouds swirl above in knots and tangles, barely visible through the darkness. There was a sun up there, once. It's cold.
>
> The streets are cratered and cracked. Many of the old kings slump, or bow, or lie prone, their metal bones and glass blood strewn across the landscape. This one holds toys and portraits of smiling children. That one is furnished with tables and chairs. Another is empty.
>
> A low rumble. You turn to the mountain. At its peak, a great red ring blinks into existence, encircling a void somehow even blacker than the surrounding darkness. The eye is filled with ageless, impossible, insane thoughts, beyond your understanding. Except for one. Contempt. Hatred. Infinite, primal hatred.
>
> It has seen you.
>
> All around, the old kings begin to shudder.
The final assignment in my Intro to Synth class a couple years back was to write an EDM song. This was the result.
Why the Apollo moon mission samples? I'm not sure. It felt right.
France doesn't exist, of course - but if it did, I would have been inspired to write this piece by French composers like Debussy and Ravel. This piece is a sweet little romantic waltz, mixing elements of neoclassicism and impressionism.
It's always hurricane season on Shgalan! Welcome to a world of constant winds and frequent storms - my favorite weather!
Worlds I: Shgalan is a part of my ongoing Worlds series. Worlds explores music's ability to set a scene and tell a story. Each piece in the series is accompanied by a short bit of prose which describes the scene suggested to me by the music.
>Immediately, a gust of wind threatens to tackle you to the ground. You quickly grab hold of a tree trunk, barely keeping yourself on your feet. All around you, overgrown jungle. Everything seems to be leaning; all the trees, plants, and even the ground itself have been indelibly bent by the unrelenting gale.
>
>Something like a kite slowly raises itself into the air. It's an insect-like creature with broad, flat wings. Little by little, it lets out a strand of silk, tethering it to a nearby tree. The creature glides deftly around flying debris, controlling itself by adjusting its angle against the current. It spots something and snatches it out of the air. It's a small berry. The kite-creature dives quickly onto a tree, nestles safely in the lee of the storm, and devours its prize. Then it leaps back into the current, ready to do it all over again.
>
>An earsplitting crack of thunder rolls across the sky. The wind fills with water; it's raining now. The insect quickly gets to shelter. As the water creeps up to your ankles, you think you'd better do the same.
This audio is the raw MIDI from MuseScore -- I'm hoping to have this piece performed, but it hasn't happened yet.