Working on a song challenge where the task is to "Make a remix or cover version of a song with a very different tone."
Decided to do... things... to Auld Lang Syne, again. This is WIP, but since I'm not sure I'll actually finish this, posting it as-is.
(Picture an old photo of mine.)
https://soundcloud.com/nikodemus-siivola/mix-lang-syne-wip-1
Since I appeared on social media sites many moons ago I've lost several friends from this mortal coil. None from here but I leave their names just because they were good people and they were for their part a friend and they deserve to be remembered as a new year rolls forward.
Flashytrash
DubaiMark
Aircon
MrFriendZone
#AuldLangSyne you're more than welcome to tag on the loved ones you have lost.
Lovely rendering of #AuldLangSyne from the 3rd Circle Christmas show. Not a dry eye in the place. Rebecca Newton, Barry Gray, FJ Ventre, Abigail Sheriff, Wes Collins, and myself. Thanks again to Peg Parham for the video.
Ever wondered what Auld Lang Syne sounds like at 5 BPM, played with FM synths and sampled nylon string guitars? (Splashed with very tasteful and non-excessive amounts of reverb and delay, of course.)
https://soundcloud.com/nikodemus-siivola/auld-lang-syne-2023-12-23
Yes. Yes, they should.
#January 25, 1759
#OTD #RobertBurns, #Scottish #Poet & #Lyricist, is born.
Tonight is #BurnsNight when Robert Burns is remembered worldwide as the national poet of #Scotland.
Robert is also a favorite #Garden poet.
His 1794 poem 'Red Red Rose' starts with the familiar verse:
"O my Luv's like a red, red #Rose..."
Robert's most famous #Poem is now a beloved #Song: #AuldLangSyne.
Not a great recording but a lovely performance nonetheless from #RebeccaNewton and her daughter Abigail Sheriff. From 2018 at our annual Christmas show at the #Carrboro #ArtsCenter. Not a dry eye in the place.
All my accounts have just now been deleted. #auldlangsyne
#HappyNewYear #Goodbye #Twitter
#TheBirdSite #TheDeadBirdSite #BirdShitSite
But #Pleasures are like #Poppies spread,
You #Seize the #Flower; its #Bloom is shed;
Or like the #Snow falls in the #River,
A moment white -- then #Melts #Forever;
Or like the #Borealis race,
That flit before you find their #Place;
Or like the #Rainbow's lovely form
Vanishing now amid the #Storm.
No man can #Tether #Time or #Tide;
The hour approaches & Tam must ride.
