Musical Compositions – mountainbreakfast

Nursery Rhymes and Songs

Here are a couple pieces, followed by a new version of Humpy Dumpty. Enjoy.

Theme 82, a Wedding March.

Theme 55, which I call Running the Rapids.

Humpty Dumpty: The Real Story

New Music

Here are Theme 101 and Theme 102, two parts of a small suite. Hope you like them.

Two New Compositions and a Ballad

The first composition, below, Theme 52, is probably the first “song” I ever wrote, assisted by Bruce Markkula, when I was about 18 years old. A guitar duet, I recreated it with garage band pianos. The second is Theme 74, which I call “Turn Around” because the tiny first line, which recurs, sounds like that.

Two New Pieces

Theme 131, Lullaby Blue

Theme 136, guitar and flute

And for those of you who appreciate history and religion…

Anthem for the Immigrants

This is what I call Theme 84, from the Trump years.

Remember Deep Thoughts?

A piece of Deep Thoughts music (Theme 63) to read by, and two Poems.

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Two New Songs

Poems and Songs

A couple of new poems and songs from June and July 2020, courtesy of Covid-19.

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Good old Theme 122:

And Theme 123: This one actually makes me laugh in the middle.

A Father’s Day Poem and a New Piece of Music

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And Theme 119, with drums.

Two short pieces

If the first is too frenetic for your taste, the second will calm you back down. Theme 116, then Theme 115:

Well, many years ago, before computers and the internet, I wrote a short story about a man who carried an enormous length of garden hose up a mountain with the goal of starting a siphon to run water from a lake to his cabin below. His only friend, a water attorney (?!?!), warned him that stealing water could get him in a lot of trouble. But, undeterred by this cautionary advice, he proceeded to climb to the lake and start the siphon. Meanwhile, his friend cooked breakfast in the cabin below. By the time the hose was hooked up, his friend had set fire to the kitchen and lost control of his wits. Just when it looked like the cabin would be burned to ashes, the hose began blasting water, and he was able to save the house. This was the first of several short-short stories in a series that I called Mountain Breakfast, in which each tale involved cooking or eating breakfast in the wild. It was all about humans, all about nature, and all about human nature. I’m still at it, still hiking and thinking and writing tales, although they’re longer now, and not about eating breakfast.