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First Snow Symphony
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There are lots of strings and clarinets - flutes - piano - cello - bassoon (One of my favorites).
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Variety of styles Trying to spark your imagination and move your soul one way or another
Someone you don't know is making music you never heard. The computer age has erupted with music to my great delight. I love the idea of creating music to be listened to around the world via the internet. My music is in a variety of styles including, Jazz, Electronica, Techno, Dance, Rock. I hope you find something that appeals to your taste and you enjoy it as much as I do creating it.
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Beats • Beats General
Charts
Peak #3,175
Peak in subgenre #105
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Synthetic Movements 2005
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January 07, 2006
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MP3 4.0 MB • 128 kbps • 4:19
Story behind the song
This is a tune I produced to celebrate winter. I have many fond memories of snow as a child and the almost magical effect it can have on a child's imagination. Somehow the snow and the cold could make silence almost deafening and unreal. "Magic" to a young mind. There is a story attached to this hybrid classical tune. There are lots of strings and clarinets - flutes - piano - cello - bassoon (One of my favorites). Your imagination may take you elsewhere but for me it was a wimsical blizzard of fun.
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Kevin was nine years old when he was adopted by a young couple who lived in the country. There was little to do compared to the active city. The weather was promising snow at any time. Early Saturday morning, bored - he was walking down a wooded path. Something made a co-motion up ahead darting through the trees. The leaves still falling from the branches just a few yards away. The motion stopped. His heart pounding inside his chest - he held his breath while he looked hard into the brush. It was a deer. A little baby deer hardly as big as a dog. It was watching him carefully. They both stood there for what seemed like forever. Kevin thought it must be hungry. He wondered if it was alone - maybe hunters killed it’s mother. Its great big brown eyes never seemed to blink. Kevin slowly fished out a bag of corn snacks out of his pocket. Maybe he could feed them to the deer. He held out a handful like he did feeding the goats at the petting zoo. The little deer just stood still and silent - watching. Near Kevin’s foot was a flat rock. Kevin brushed off the dead leafs. He propped the handful of snacks onto the rock in a piled. Maybe the little deer would be curious. Kevin ate a few in front of the little deer as if to communicate they were to eat. Kevin backed away to avoid frightening again. He hid in the brush. He waited to see if it would eat. The weather turned sharp and a cold breeze began to blow. Still sleepy from the early morning - he nodded off. He awoke when something wet and cold landed on his face. A snow had begun to fall. He looked to see if the deer was gone - To his surprise - it wasn’t alone anymore. It’s mother returned and they were near the flat rock. The snacks were scattered about - no longer in a pile. They were eating! Kevin smiled. A warm feeling came from inside. They must like them, he thought, their tails were wagging. The snow was falling harder now and his ears were tingling. His hands over his ears - he waited for them to finish. Two chipmunks came racing through the leafs - chattering and spooked the deer. Kevin watch as they disappeared. Only a few corn pieces left behind - one chipmunk, on it’s hind legs nibbling at it's. Kevin enjoyed seeing the animals without the cages. It was special - and Kevin never forgot. Today he remembers many times he wondered with pieces of bread and food to feed animals. A story he wrote about his experience - is framed on the fireplace even now when he brings his own children to visit that special place he called home.
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