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More Original Compositions |
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This is a laid-back little tune. Something about it reminds me of the way cats saunter. It also has a kind of spanish feel to it, so I named it 'The Cat.' |
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El Gato |
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Bransle |
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Another dance tune. I wrote the melody and second line in about an hour. The last voice took a little longer to complete. |
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Ditty Canon |
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This tune has elements of a ditty, and a kind of reversed logic to that of a canon. A 'ditty' is a tune that has only one part. A 'canon' is a melody that can be started at a later time than the original voice to produce harmony, each voice playing the original melody. This tune is a ditty with separate voices, each of which is harmonic with the rest (hopefully), but separate from the original voice. Like I said, it's kind of a reverse canon. |
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I went walkabout, and this was the tune that followed me. |
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Walkabout |
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The Funeral Cortege |
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Six black horses wearing black plumes pull the funeral cortege of the dearly departed, attended by mourners all in black. The mourners weep and wail for their loved one, while a somber band of musicians play this dirge. Hey -- guess what? This is not the merriest of tunes! |
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Dave Ricker -- may he rest in peace -- loved to play american music on the fiddle and the banjo. This tune reminded me of him, so I named it accordingly. Dave would not be amused. |
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The Dave Ricker Polka |
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This tune was an attempt to convey the depth of the love I feel for my wife Susan. I think the tune came out nice, but it still falls far short of the love I feel for her. She is my inspiration, my heart, and my best friend. Geeze... if I couldn't communicate it through the music, I'm sure I'll never convey it in words! |
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For You, My Love |
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Blues for Jazz trio. The motivation for this one is kind of self explanatory, don't you think? |
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Taxation Blues |
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The Grim King Of The Ghosts |
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I wrote this tune a looonnnggg time ago. I composed it on a Commodore 64, which should give you an idea of how long ago it was. This was one of my first attempts at composition. |
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There's something nice about having a hearth. There's something nice about this tune, so I named it accordingly. Go figure. |
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The Hearth |
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Trio in B flat |
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This tune has an unusual meter in the 'B' part... at least, it is unusual from the standpoint of my usual compositional style. In fact, I wrote this tune as an experiment in shifted accents. I think it works! |
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Thanksgiving |
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I had a nosebleed. It lasted for two days straight. I very nearly died of blood loss. I was hospitalised for a week to rebuild my blood count, and when I got out of the hospital I came home and wrote this tune as a paean to the saint(s)/god(s)/goddess(es) who upheld me when I was dying, and saw fit to let me remain on this earthly coil a little bit longer. This may not be the best tune I've ever written, but it is from the heart. |
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Crescent Beach Promenade
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The Vancouver Morris community hosted an ale in British Columbia. The Crescent Beach promenade was quite near where we stayed, and it felt the tread of many a morris dancer as we went on a grand processional. This tune reminded me of that, hence the name. |
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Marmalade Fanfare |
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I was reflecting on how the various voices blend together to make the whole, and 'Chutney' didn't seem an appropriate title for a fanfare. Nuff Said? |
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