What are you listening to?

I know this is a "listening" thread but just to blend music and art
Beautiful painting goyacobol, thanks for the choice! :flowers:

Painting has its rhythms. Color and lines have their "sonority", so to speak. There is a harmony that we cannot hear with our ears, but it is present on a more etheric level. I think of synesthesia. There are people who can see colors when listening to music, or have taste sensations when touching certain textures. Seeing music or smelling a color.

"How do you hear the color red?
He says that the frequency of the color red is a note between F and F sharp minor. ... Red is the color with the lowest frequency and the highest is violet."

Thinking about the paintings you shared, I undertook a search and found the following video containing music and paintings:

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I had a friend of mine who passed away today who was originally from Ireland but emigrated to Canada many years ago.
He was also a brilliant fiddle player of traditional Irish folk/celtic music. I hear this song and think of him.
R.I.P. Gerry
I am so sorry for this moment of pain and I go along with your feelings. :hug2:How beautiful to remember your friend through music. I was reminded of an experience of a musician who was visiting an elementary school. He asked the children "what they wanted to be when they grow up", and received many enthusiastic answers until a little girl named Mariana answered: "I want to be a Song". Well, this singer-songwriter named Silvio Rodíguez composed a song for Mariana. It is very beautiful.

Your beloved friend at this moment is Song. What a beautiful way to keep him alive in your heart. In fact, he is very much alive playing his violin where he is. I looked for something similar in tribute to your friend. I hope it is appropriate:
 

zak

Dagobah Resident

Tenderness

One can live without wealth
Almost without a penny
Lords and princesses
There are not many left
But to live without tenderness
We couldn't
No, no, no, no
We couldn't

You can live without the glory
That proves nothing
To be unknown in history
And be well off
But to live without tenderness
There's no question of it
No, no, no, no
It's out of the question

What a sweet weakness
What a lovely feeling
This need for tenderness
That comes to us at birth
Really, really, really

Work is necessary
But if you have to stay
For weeks on end with nothing to do
Well... you get used to it
But living without tenderness
The time seems long
Long, long, long, long
Time seems long to you

In the fire of youth
Pleasures are born
And love does wonders
To dazzle us
Yes but without tenderness
Love would be nothing
No, no, no, no
Love would be nothing

When life is merciless
Falls on you
You're just a poor devil
Crushed and disappointed
So without the tenderness
Of a heart that supports us
No, no, no, no
We'd go no further

A child embraces you
Because you make him happy
All our sorrows fade away
You have tears in your eyes
My God, my God, my God...
In your immense wisdom
Immense fervour
Make it rain unceasingly
In the depths of our hearts
Torrents of tenderness
So that love may reign
Love reigns
Until the end of days
 

Hi_Henry

The Living Force

Jeff Beck (feat Rosie Bones) - "Scared For The Children"​

Live at the Hollywood Bowl.​


Billy skipped school again looking like a fool again
What a little waste for a taste of a big boy's life
I'm scared for the children

Computer screens and magazines
Manufactured hopes and dreams
Playing in a concrete box 'cause mother's got her shows to watch
I'm scared for the children

[Chorus:]
This is the end of the age of the innocent
One more game before they go
This is the end of the age of the innocent
What will we leave them with
Suppose we'll never know

Processed greens and man made meat
Running out of things to eat
Little boys having way too much fun playing with a big boys gun
I'm scared for the children

And on the day the last bird dies
There won't be a drop from their big square eyes
An old man with his eyes just like glass
Kisses the last blade of grass
I'm scared for the children

[Chorus]

[Chorus]


No respect for anyone
Why would they after what we done
What an example we have set, what a planet we have left
Let's be there for these children
The lyrics are amazing given what is going on since 2020.

Loud Hailer is the eleventh studio album by guitarist Jeff Beck, released on 15 July 2016 on Atco Records.

Jeff Beck plays a thoughtful, bright guitar line through the ballad “Scared for the Children,” a track off his upcoming album Loud Hailer, which will come out on July 15th. Meanwhile, vocalist Rosie Bones – who, along with her Bones bandmate Carmen Vandenberg, wrote the album with Beck – sings about “the end of the Age of the Innocent.” As the song unfolds, Beck plays a pensive, fluid solo full of spiraling, Hendrix-y blues licks and trembling, expressive highs. Rolling Stone previously called “Scared for the Children” “the album’s standout.”

When Beck announced Loud Hailer, he said that he wanted it to “make a statement about some of the nasty things I see going on in the world today.” “Scared for the Children,” he says, dovetails perfectly into that theme. “The message is fairly clear,” Beck tells Rolling Stone of the song. “Rosie interpreted my thematic brief, with regard to modern youth being dumbed down by endless drivel on TV.”
 

unkl brws

Jedi Council Member
I am so sorry for this moment of pain and I go along with your feelings. :hug2:How beautiful to remember your friend through music. I was reminded of an experience of a musician who was visiting an elementary school. He asked the children "what they wanted to be when they grow up", and received many enthusiastic answers until a little girl named Mariana answered: "I want to be a Song". Well, this singer-songwriter named Silvio Rodíguez composed a song for Mariana. It is very beautiful.

Your beloved friend at this moment is Song. What a beautiful way to keep him alive in your heart. In fact, he is very much alive playing his violin where he is. I looked for something similar in tribute to your friend. I hope it is appropriate:
Very appropriate, thank you! The fiddle player even looked a lot like my friend!
 

Mark7

Dagobah Resident
FOTCM Member
This song - "Changing of the Guards" from Bob Dylan's 1978 "Street Legal" album seems kinda poignant these days, and it's
always been a catchy tune.

Lyrics:
"Changing Of The Guards"

Sixteen years
Sixteen banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
Desperate men, desperate women divided
Spreading their wings 'neath falling leaves

Fortune calls
I stepped forth from the shadows to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down
She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born
On midsummer's eve near the tower

The cold-blooded moon
The captain waits above the celebration
Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
Whose ebony face is beyond communication
The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid

They shaved her head
She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo
A messenger arrived with a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow
Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil

I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction in the ditches
With the stitches still mending beneath a heart-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you

The palace of mirrors
Where dog soldiers are reflected
The endless road and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms where her memory is protected
Where the angel's voices whisper to the souls of previous times

She wakes him up
Forty-eight hours later the sun is breaking
Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks
She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks
Gentlemen, he said I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
But Eden is burning either get ready for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards


Peace will come
With tranquillity and splendor on the wheels of fire
But will offer no reward when her false idols fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale ghost retreating
Between the King and the Queen of Swords

 

Cleopatre VII

Jedi Master
In high school, where I teach, I hear this piece all the time:


High school graduates practice before the "studniówka".

Studniówka (Polish pronunciation: [stuˈdɲufka]) is a traditional ball for final grade high school (liceum or technikum) students (i.e. aged 18–20) in Poland, analogous to senior prom in the United States. It is held approximately a hundred days before the matura, or leaving exam; hence its name, which is a Polish noun formed from the adjective studniowy, meaning "hundred-day" (compare sto dni, "a hundred days").

There is such a tradition in Poland that a Polonaise is danced on this occasion. I danced the Polonaise when I was at the ballet school, but I was not at my "studniówka". I really didn't want to dance with any boy!
 
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