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THE SADWING FIDDLE
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» for fans of: Vangelis, Oldfield, Enya, Andreas Vollenweider, Kitaro, Jarre, Froesse, David Arkenstone, Amethystium, Loreena MC Kennit, Deep Forest, Clannad, Capercaille.
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A piccolo flute drawing the sad story of Dulcinea when lost her love on the pages of Cervantes Masterwork fighting against giants and wind-moulins.
Violin story-telling how the moon displays its celtic face and how can self-metamorphose on a non end ritual dance.
Jonathan Livingstone Seagull; a book that impressed me deeply. Images extracted from that novel and the sound of my country seashores.
Some melodies children use to sing when playing on an arragement I specially love because the unpayable performance of my daughters Margarita and Elena. Cost weecks to find the right time for recording their innocent voices, it deserves it.
Simple classic structure on a song constantly downloaded on the old WWW.MP3.COM.
Major chords progression changes on a dramatic tune.
Song of many colours, displayed on different themes and giving the opportunity to know from their music shores the mediterrenean countries involved on drama today, happy and joyful tomorrow.
My friend Lola was very fond for singing this song.Tune writen on the tragedy of Madrid trains bombs.'Early morning, rainy day, passing station to nowhere. Dark train shadow, twenty wagons, to no place...'.
I´m islander and got the stamp of surviving on the limits that the sea had drawn. We dream then musics out of any limit.
This pizzicato of this ensemble section and a obstinato staccato makes me remind the old heroes stories booklets I bought every monday when to dream was a need because there were nothing else.
Song rescued from my memories trunk with words of the great lyricist F Guedel.
A nice melody with extremely polished sound.
Harps and voices singing on a purple lane image. Rich and complex harmony.
Textures of the sweetest kind this gener can produce; on the limits that an expressive melody line can get suport. One of my favourite works.
A musician I know was losing once his inspiration and muses friendship moreover. Sadly remembers on this tune how magic was that romance. A dance hall reggae.
Colours on a night darkness. Soft Eurodance, deep Fusion a lightly touch of Jazz.
On her wings I do write my songs. Eurobeat moods
Bolero, cruel fuiste tu. Bolero, mas que cancion, tu cantas, bolero, al adios.