The sacred circle (only version)

"O, swear not by the moon, the fickle moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circle orb, Lest thy love That evidence likewise variable." W. Shakespeare (Romeo & Juliet)

Quoyle On Air: The sacred circle (only version)

Travelling

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On Air: Quoyle Falando de Amor

If pudesse por um dia eu, They love it alegria

First Song (for Ruth)

On Air: First Song (for Ruth) Live April 2, 2010 Pisa

The blues

"This is the blues, in the north carolina where i am from, we call this the suffering music, if you've never suffered this music you can not understand ..." (Lou Donaldson Village Vanguard November 9, 2009)

(And yeah i thought my brother)

Maiden Voyage

Tuesday 'evening tidying my record collection, I happen to do in times of stress emotivo.Certi would consider it a stupid way to spend an evening, but I am not one of those. That 's my life, and it' nice to wallow in the middle of it, diving into her arms, touching her.
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But what I really like and 'sense of security that comes from my new filing system, I have done more' complicated than they are in reality '. Since I have a couple of thousands of records, you have to be me - or at least a doctor Flemingologia - to learn how dredge. For example, if you want to hear Blue by Joni Mitchell, you know that I bought it and gave it to someone in the autumn of 1983, but then I decided to keep it, for reasons which I now prefer not to go. Well these are stories that do not know, so you do not know where to put their hands right? You'll ask me to trovartelo me, and for some reason I find it enormously comforting. (Nick Hornby's High Fidelity ')

From this reorganization and 'coming out this absolute wonder of Herbie Hancock in 1993 in Hamburg, an unusual, even Herbie Hancock when he wants to succeed in creating dreamlike landscapes, open, suspended, as in this incredible introduction.

On Air: Maiden Voyage Herbie Hancock Hamburg November 7, 1993

Alpha Omega

This week, 'was the end of a process begun long ago, the end of the year, the end of an important part of the process. I am exhausted, worn out, drained all my energy and 'finished in change, in an attempt to change something that had taken a direction that did not satisfy me, I dried up. Target achieved for bad roads, steep trails, wonderful scenery and unexpected, a 6-month adventure that did not let me stop for a second, it changed the outlook every day. I put a stone, the first step towards a change more 'big hope that arrivals in 2009, I have heard enough, I struggled to understand what was moving inside me. In particular, this last week I was left completely free energies, the final battle, with three days of music on the weekends, so two days 'so' and a lovely evening of interaction depth, introspective journey of music made just for me tonight .
I closed my eyes 1 hour extra travel body, hearing only the notes flow and interactions with other musicians, I do not remember if there were people, and if there had not wanted to hear, I did not want to let it come not even a drop of negativity ', I wanted to record anything, to do an exercise of Taoism and not get attached to the idea of ​​what I played. Now I just want a little 'peace, a warm corner to rest and refuel.

written by Hoagy Carmichael and Johnny Mercer
© 1941 Mercer Music / Frank Music Corp. (ASCAP)

Skylark
Have you anything to say to me
Will not you tell me where my love can be
Is there a meadow in the mist
Where someone's waiting to be kissed

Oh skylark
Have you seen a valley green with spring
Where my heart can go a-journeying
Over the shadows and the rain
To a blossom-covered lane

And in your lonely flight
Have not You Heard the music in the night
Wonderful music
Faint as a will o 'the wisp
Crazy as a loon
Sad as a gypsy serenading the moon

Oh skylark
I do not know if you can find These Things
But my heart is riding on your wings
So if you see Them Anywhere
Will not you lead me there
Oh skylark
Will not you lead me there

On Air: Rare Recordings from Skylark of Scandinavian Vocal Jazz Rigmor Gustafsson, Mika Pohjola

Rain

It's raining cats and dogs, a few days, listen, do not bother me this time, I do not mind the rain, in a new awareness of myself, in November, which gave me constant reversals of perspective, which continues to amaze me with strange landscapes with unpredictable visions.
And the path is reopened again and again is seeking direction on the move again, apparently suddenly after this year and a half stupor.

On Air: 01/09/14 Joachim Kuhn Rolf Liebermann Studio Composition of JS Bach's Chaconne Partita II

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