"Holy Moly Wow Wow Wow?

Late Intermediate level.

About this song:

Sometimes, I use an exciting sound and words when my students have a good practice. I?d say ?Holy, Moly, you are very good? ?Proud of you?. One day, while I was teaching, One thought is flashing through my mind. And I think maybe it is a good topic to write a song about the word ?Holy, Moly?

In this song, on the first four measures, I use the notes following the syllable of the word ?Holy Moly wow wow wow?. Therefore, there are seven notes in every two measures. Another thing is that I feel it is a ?wonder? or ?marvel? words. I used 2nd interval to create that ?wonder? or ?marvel? sound on measure 5 to 6 (major 2nd). The 2nd interval movement also is appeared in the measure 1 to 4. On measures 36 and 37 (minor 2nd), hold the notes down with pedal, you will hear a long ?WOW? sound in the end.

When playing this song, please play andante. The andante (walking speed) with and the ?2nd interval? movement will create a feeling of

wonder and marvel. Please do not play fast at all. It is going to take away the ?WOW and WOW? feeling.

This is a great song for your teen students.

This PDF is designed to for two sided printing. It is going to look like a sheet music book. This is the reason why there is one blank page in some of the songs. You can also just print the sheet music pages only. Watch Youtube movie at https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dAvq1tp6UxM

?Évocations? is a suite for Piano solo, impressionistic, contemplative much in the trail of Satie, Debussy or Mompou. Intimist and suitable for aesthetic pleasure. This is a series of works that will lead you into an exotic journey to far away places. Just letyourself be drift away to a better place where the sounds will healyour soul.

These Evocations range all degrees of difficulty, from very easy to more challenging ones. Therefore, are suitable for the classrom, recitals or family gatherings and parties.

Evocation I ? The Harvest

The harvest in Alentejo, Portugal, occurs when the fields become tanned and a soft, warm wind coming from the south blows. It is the time of the year when you grab your hat made of straw and you let yourself be sunk ina sea of rye.

Evocation II ? The Sepia photograph

Memories. They can be happy, bittersweet or painful... Sometimes nostalgia gets the better out of us. And then we are dragged into the past, into a suspended, slow and hypnotic time. Old sepia colored pictures in a drawer orscattered around our bed.

Evocation III ? The dead soldier

The battle is over. Amournful wife, the weeping children. An everlasting pain shutteringour heart. And the hope that wherever he is, he is in peace now. And we are all proud of him. Thank you for serving our country.

Evocation IV ? The composer

The tragedy of the blank page. An everlasting winter in our soul. Snow is falling, thepath is difficult to trail. Being an artist involves an incommensurable amount of suffering because we have to give it all. And even giving it all it isn't enough, and we feel drained and exhausted in the end.

Evocation V ? The Glowing Sun

The blond hair and the most radiant smile one could ever imagine. She is a glowing sun, like an everlasting shine in the sky. She doesn't walk, she floats with extreme elegance across the street, and in the corner, she doesn't turn ? she spins and swirls with heavenly grace.

Evocation VI ? The Far

Longing. Eternally. I hope you've read my letters. I hope you've heard my calls. I opened my heart to you. Why do you take so long? Why can't I hear your voice? Why do you keep me waiting here. Here, so close, yet... so far... alone... forever...

Evocation VII ? The Queen of Spades

The dark lady is the strongest in the deck. Mystical, fantastic, she wanders like a shadow in your world. Across the garden, carrying a sickle, she's just waiting to chop a head on the next turn.

Evocation VIII ? The Poem

A book, a sonnet. Fourteen verses with rigorous metric, with a defined purpose. A parlor game, a riddle. Can you guess what's hidden inside these wondrous sounds?

Evocation IX ? The Thinker

A desk loaded with books. The glasses. A mind always working, methodic, cold, rigorous. Numbers, hidden relationships, an everlasting connection with the abstraction.

Evocation X ? The Island of the Hydrangeas.

A paradise on earth, smooth rain, narrow and sinuous roads. Walking, then biking, then driving around. An adventure in one of the most beautiful places in the world.

Evocation XI ? The Near

When you're here everything will be beautiful. I can see it already in my head, the endless, passionate love, a tender sweet kiss that will last forever. Your lips on mine, while holding hands, in the bench, in the garden, under the tree. You are the one.

Evocation XII ?Saffron rice

The rice is golden like your hair and your class. The sweet taste of nobility, the craft ofwisdom, the delicacy of experience. Maturity is what time brings, it is not a curse, it is a gift that we should embrace and respect.

4 pages of music plus cover/blank page etc...
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