a distant refuge music is the only food for a homesick soul Kim M. Russell, 17th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1499 Food for The Soul, music from Afghanistan Today we are being inspired by folk music from Afghanistan.
lilting Tagore songs sparkle with a strange beauty hot Bengali nights Kim M. Russell, 14th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1496 Rabindra Sangeet, the music of Bengal Another episode in India brings us to Bengal and a kind of music that has only words written by Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), music known as Rabindra […]
musical poems saffron notes reverberate a sitar’s curved frets Kim M. Russell, 13th August 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1495 Kashmiri music, the music of Kashmir India Today we will are still in Asia and we are visiting and exploring the folk music of Kashmir in India. Chèvrefeuille tells us that the music composed […]
pan pipe music soars over the peaks of mountains a condor flying Kim M. Russell, 30th May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1443 Music to close our journey In the last episode of May, our inspiration is music from the Andean Mountains, called ‘El Condor Pasa’, played on the pan pipes.
bass pinkillu flutes blowing melodies to clouds raindrops bounce on drums Kim M. Russell, 28th May 2018 My response to Carpe Diem #1441 La lluvia (The Rain) The month of May is almost over and we are almost at the end of our journey into the high mountains of the Andes. Today’s inspiration is music […]
A triplet of notes, a single wavering flame echoed by another in a gust of melody. Hush of voice unweathered modulates light and promise tethered by emotional tourniquet until the song spreads wings and skips on time changes like glottal stops. The volume dies, almost to a whisper, and a syncopated drum contains the pressure […]
I came to poetry through music. My mother was very musical and loved to sing. She had a broad taste and, instead of lullabies, she would perform popular songs of the day to get me to sleep, songs by Ella Fitzgerald, Sarah Vaughan, Frank Sinatra; Harry Belafonte’s ‘Scarlet Ribbons’ (which reminds me of mum) and […]