Hi everyone, nice to meet you and great that you've found me here.
Here's some information about me.
I started playing the violin when I was 10 years old.
I played duet's with my grandfather and when I was 14 I went to a school
for musicions. After that I could join the Conservatorium,but I didn't.
At the age of 27 I found out that there is more then playing sheetmusic and
I started with improvising and playing in bands.I sang the vocals in The Wreckers,a kind of punkrockband.
I played in Charm, Raponsel, Climate Control, The Pony's, with Lveda and
Remco.
I started recording my improvisations in september 2006.
It was a dream come true to finally have a recorder and I'm still busy
finding out more about recording and mixing music.
It's fun and it gives me a lot of inspiration.
I am very happy to be here on my space and to have the possibility to
listen to all kinds of music and meet other violinists as well.
Great!
vetch tumbles down the farmers fence and ladies in lavender walk behind the lady in her birdal dress. white this is her day and this is her night.and soon children will climb upon her lap with grape jelly smiles and kiss her upon her cheek with thankfulness as grapes hang from the vines to fill the bowl on table where bread will break o no mistake purple is the colour of this day o and communion wine for special time and love to splash over from the cups that children drink and seek the asters in the field that will be handed to the mums for vases on the table o are we able to celebrate Yes. love be.
well tis what it tis and what it tisnt sprinkles of bliss between sunrises sunsets and let us not forget the dreamings that flow through the seams. o the world pulling at us. back and forth row row row row tis but a dream???? ALL IS MORE THAN WHAT WE SEE. AH EMBRACE BEAUTY.
Thank you... Mite Childe is one of the forerunners to the next stage of human evolution. And a fine friend indeed... oh, and it's nice to meet you here in "cyberia"!
Music flows, as magic on the wind, Could be a breeze, could be a hurricane!
o sun shine down on me and the river tide, sun shine down on me, and as i go to bed you tuck yourself behind the hill i ll slip into the land of dreamings knowing full well youll return and i ll slip into the land of dreamings, where there is no struggle nor yearn, o the sunshine shineth down on me, my face she smiles so bright cheeks kissed with warmth, and the smell of flowers in bloom the touch of grass as my bare feets pass, the butterfly dancing before me the birds that sing the smile of a childe o the world its wonders delight but now its soon goodnight time and the bumbley bees shall tuck inside flowers, and i ll slip into bed, and dream me dreams and go awandering never to stop since my conception im swimming amongst the waters of being, of tears of streams of realized dreams o its soon night time and the sun tucks behind the hill and pray for peace i will but i m knowing full well she ll be returning and i ll be a meeting her in the dawn.
for with and for why do you come here mite childe? i have come to sip the waters, i have come to touch the dew i have listened to the birds sweet song i do not hide but rather come to gather much in need, for strength and solitude will gird my soule in the strollings of the morning tide, where hope doth ride, may it be for you too drink of the day, and let music and song be heard.
i lay me down in misty rain above the cliff where waters run my soule doth leap into the depths pulse of earth o seasoned myrth days hence my birth over beyond and back again i m cleansed, renewed, and wait for morning dew. may it go well with you, sing with your little one, and believe.
long is the day and the seasons we ride glide o glide on dreams, sunlight and loves beams this is the solstice, o energies , radiance joy dance in the day, dance in the sunset, dance beneathe beneathe the moon tis the tide of june
now heres a ditty, wella bella bee bumbley down and cottonwood dizzily moving branches of trees, splashedly waters and butterflies dancing from petals of pink and orange and blue o lovely is this day i think dont you? well the childe asked its mother as she saw the cottonwood dance, if i wish on dandelions, is the wind making many many wishes too? well yes childe, look the leaves of the tree are shaped as hearts, and the fluffy down it send s out are seeds and everyone should know that with a seed, comes promise and hope and that will make good things grow.
when the light of day came upon us, and the flash of intense being we held on to, when the flush and rush of waters overcame us and we entered in to this realm, who did we expect to take over the helm.. why was it we crept why did we totter, why did we move from sweet milk to dense fodder.. why did we give over the powers that be that formed us and knitted us , that sparked life that was creation that is creation, that is we...why did we skirt over mostest important matters, why did we sip only from a common day platter, why didn’t we expect and act as we are kings and queens and princes and princesses and ladies and damsels and masters and all. Why did we fall into shadows why not lift up and see what truly matters.. Why... and in the estranged realities that become us why do we slip into dream state and fail to navigate as we should. o dream to fuel but not to have us sit and separate, dream to fuel.
i just read the lovour words you said, and i realize what i often miss , why is it, we dream so very big, we love so very deep and some of us, just do not get it back not now at least hmmmm i had two friends that would light up a room they loved so purely, and they only had three years together, the man is left he is my best male friend, he told me i saved his life by writing him each week, as his wife, his love was gone, and he to this day grieves, ten years later, and not one hour goes by that he doesnt mention PATTY> once i wrote him this , i didnt sleep for two years i was awoken in concern for him and grief over her life being taken at thrity six years old Rob, many of us will never know what you have drank of. your cup has been full and to tumbling over, ah carry this on, love love is eternal o our days, what a test upon our beings. but much beauty to embrace. let it be.
ah the seasons of our lives. o the bittersweet cup o that when all is said and done, may we know we gave our best, we stood the test we loved well and deep . let comfort come to you, in heavenly song this day.
voices of the violin, a symphony a sweet old hymn a melancholy haunting ballad of the woods a bumble bee a flying zippy from flower to flower o shower down on me the notes of such beauty. thankyou
mmm...i have about 8 new pieces ready for the cd, but i don't know if i'm going to put them here on myspace, maybe after i know who is going to publish my work...let's see :)
Hi Maris, there's something new in your last song, not just in sound with synth, but also in the concept...it's a good direction you are going to :) kisses m
