Partitions Numériques de Water Flow

Water Flow

Watershed

Small Ensemble Instrumental Solo,Steel Pan - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.939388(+)

Small Ensemble Instrumental Solo,Steel Pan - Level 4 - Digital Download SKU: A0.939388 Composed by Adam Grim. Multicultural,Standards,World. Individual part. 7 pages. Adam B. Grim #6367345. Published by Adam B. Grim (A0.939388). Watershed is a solo for low E double seconds written in the spring of 2021. With some motifs being written in 2016, this piece has been waiting a long time to be complete. The aesthetic is not of calypso or soca, but calm motions that flow like swirling water. The 7th chord motif is one that moves the work forward while still remaining harmonically stagnant, just like water flowing down a river. The glasslike water on top shows calmness and reflection, while the water below is moving and teeming with life. This is a reflection on the nature of life as a student, and is one last effort to find stasis in turbulence. This was my first solo pan work written.
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By the Water Flowing - Master Rhythm Score (Digital Download)

#By the Water Flowing - Master Rhythm Score

By the Water Flowing - Accompaniment Download

#By the Water Flowing - Accompaniment Download

I Saw Water Flowing (Rehearsal Track)

#I Saw Water Flowing

I Saw Water Flowing (Accompaniment Track) (Tenor Solo and SAB version)

Small Ensemble Cello,Guitar,Voice - Level 3 - Digital Download SKU: A0.576653 Composed by David Warin Solomons. 20th Century,Contemporary. Score and parts. 10 pages. David Warin Solomons #51133. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.576653). Very sad poem by Paul Maertens about a child he came to know from his medical practice. The mother was unmarried and ashamed and tried to ignore the child as if it were a reproach to her, the child became autistic and unable to react to others. This setting for alto voice, cello and guitar reflect the mood of the poem in all its sadness. The sound sample is a performance by the composer, with Chris Benson on cello. (The guitar's 6th string is tuned to D - much use is made of 12th and 19th (or 7th if preferred) fret harmonics) The pdf file contains score and parts. An instrumental version of the the music, entitled Promenade d'hiver (viola, cello and guitar), is also available on this site. It is sung in French, but for convenience I am providing an English translation below (not for performance purposes). Ta Maman, p'tit gars, ne te dÃ©sirait pas.Maintenant tu ouvres les robinets, et vois l'eau couler sans vouloir la saisir.Ta Maman a niÃ© son attente. Ton Papa n'est pas tien, et ta Maman, de honte, t'a cachÃ© dans ses seins. Tu naissais sans qu'on te donne la vie. Tu Ã©tais dorlotÃ©, car il ne fallait pas qu'on t'entende, mon gars. Ta Maman ne te regardait pas dans les yeux; tes sourires n'ont pas eu de rÃ©ponse. On ne t'a pas aimÃ©.On t'a interdit la vie. Ta Maman ne pouvait soutenir ce reproche que tes yeux lui lanÃ§ait; et pour mieux te fuir elle fit de toi cet objet cet oubli, un chien propre et fidÃ¨le qu'on lave, qu'on nourrit. Maintenant tu te promÃ¨nes une auto Ã la main, sans jouer sans sourire sans parler. Ta Maman est partie, et tu n'as pas pleurÃ©; tu as laissÃ© ton auto quelque part, et tu ranges les cubes Ã©talÃ©s devant toi: toujours dans le mÃªme ordre, simplement, sans angoisse, sans bonheur. Tu ne vis pas, p'tit. RÃ©veille-toi, mon gars! Your mummy, little chap, did not want you. Now you turn on the taps and watch the water flow, but you don't want to grab it. Your mummy didn't admit she was expecting. Your daddy isn't yours and your mummy, out of shame, hid you in her breasts. You were born but you weren't given a life. You were rocked to sleep because you weren't supposed to be heard. Your mummy didn't look into your eyes, your smiles got no response. You weren't loved. You were forbidden to live. Your mummy could not bear the reproach your eyes shot at her, and in order to flee you all the more she made you into this object, this forgotten thing, a clean and faithful dog that you wash and feed. Now you roll your toy car around, without playing or smiling or speaking. Your mummy has gone and you didn't cry. You've left your car somewhere and you arrange the cubes in front of you, always in the same order, simply, without anguish, without happiness. You are not living , little one. Wake up little chap!