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Things passes. Children that was crawling around on the floor, banging with spoons on everything they see and learning their first words, grow. One day they don't do that anymore. The small little chaps actually never come back, as they were. Only their little sweaters remain, stored in a box, as a proof of that they actually was that small once. And memories.
Some photographs may mean more to you than other, not because they're master shots but because they represent some significant part of your history. So does this tune represent a special phase of my life. A time of breaking up and moving forwards. A time of leaving a life that won't come back, the way is was.
It was not long ago, just this summer of 2006. And It was not a long move, just some kilometers. But it was a leave from a place where my kids grew up. A place where we had lived through deep sorrows and high joys. A place where I gave up career and started to focus on music again. A place where I turned from a confused seeker of old eastern teachings to a stable Chrisitan. A place which had been my home for ten years.
When I made this recording the house was halfways packed to boxes. This was a last recording before also the recording gear was packed toghether.
After finishing the recording I named it Moove, because I felt it carried the gravity of the situation, (and because of a misconception concerning the spelling of the word move).
Some photographs may mean more to you than other, not because they're master shots but because they represent some significant part of your history. So does this tune represent a special phase of my life. A time of breaking up and moving forwards. A time of leaving a life that won't come back, the way is was.
It was not long ago, just this summer of 2006. And It was not a long move, just some kilometers. But it was a leave from a place where my kids grew up. A place where we had lived through deep sorrows and high joys. A place where I gave up career and started to focus on music again. A place where I turned from a confused seeker of old eastern teachings to a stable Chrisitan. A place which had been my home for ten years.
When I made this recording the house was halfways packed to boxes. This was a last recording before also the recording gear was packed toghether.
After finishing the recording I named it Moove, because I felt it carried the gravity of the situation, (and because of a misconception concerning the spelling of the word move).
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drakonis
This is gorgeous. Beautifully performed and recorded, as usual. And
the mood this creates is very moving, sad, poignant, longing,
introspective, wishful. So I think you captured it well.
Funny about "Moove", long ago I wrote a little Mac utility program that
took a bunch of Mac PICT files, and squished them into a QuickTime
movie... and I called this program, "MooVer":
http://www.geocities.com/drakonis16/espsw/moover.html
ttfn,
Drakonis