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Originally Posted by emeraldheart
That is a beautiful chant Joe! Thanks for sharing...
Very relaxing and heart opening. I have never seen a stand up accordion instrument like that before?!??!
It appears I'm going to be doing some YouTube surfing this afternoon- following that link.
I'm still catching up on some of the others - it appears that I was brought up with similar music influences to yours...
Although I also grew up with a record player which was always on the go in the 90's and a really large collection of music spanning across a centuary... all this music my grandmother and father owned when they were young.
My Mum plays piano accordion and sang all throughout my childhood. My grandma played piano, violin and was a singer. I inherited some of her old sheet music.
I asked my mum why I didn't get her violin though haha... I feel so left out
Maybe I could channel Grandmas spirit and see if she can hook me up with her old violin hahaha... it might be a bit worse for wear... might be a home for wayward cockroaches and spiders hehe.
All the best with your music endevours- maybe one day you'll post a video of your own up here hehehe...lol if your writing is anything to go by then I am sure that your music is wonderful as well.
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Glad you enjoyed that chant and the Harmonium, i was considering buying one a year or so ago but the idea has subsided, i see family members wiping the sweat from their brows in relief and jubilant neighbours saying, Oh your not getting the Harmonium anymore, beaming as they walk out into a beautiful sunny morning
Sounds like your from a very musical background. Pity about that violin but violins being violins it's most likely out there being played in the hands of a good trusty musician. :). A very rich inheritance passed onto you through the spirit of creativity within music
great musical karma.
Hey that reminds me of a quote by WB Yeats, the famous Irish poet who said in a poem called Among School Children,
“O chestnut-tree, great-rooted blossomer,
Are you the leaf, the blossom or the bole?
O body swayed to music, O brightening glance,
How can we know the dancer from the dance?”