mountainbreakfast – Page 9 – It's not about cooking, people. It's about hiking, thinking, and writing.

Bickering Fairies and Bouncing Along

New music for the hot summer days.

Theme 200 – Bickering Fairies – 2022

Theme 210 – Bouncing Along – 2022

Theme 304

Theme 304 – 2024

Music! A song and a lament.

Moon on the Hill – 1999

Theme 299 – 2024

New Songs for Two Moods

You can choose, the first for a solemn period of introspection, or the second, for a period of scatterbrainedness or scurrying about.

Theme 243 – 2023

Theme 302 – 2024

A Rollicking Ditty

Here’s a fast-paced little piece I’ve been playing with. It could hurt your fingers if you’re not careful! Enjoy!

Theme 303 – 2024

Geology in Song!

Geology Song

Ridin’ Out On the Lahar

My Retirement Song from 2016, when I was a Useless Old Fart

Which is why I retired, unable to keep up with the frantic pace of teaching in a private school. And then I’ve added two piano exercises for everyone to practice in case you need to give a performance. Have fun with it.

Useless Old Fart

Theme 171, A Piano Exercise

Theme 214, Another Piano Exercise

An Old One and a Brand New One!

Two pieces I like quite a bit. Hope they do something nice for you!

Theme 231

Theme 301

Two More Lullabies

And then I promise to bring back some more upbeat pieces. But for now, just relax and get ready to sleep.

To Dry the Eyes That Weep

Theme 174, a lullaby

Love Song from a Sailor

From 1999 when I was sailing around the world in my sloop. Or… well…

Collette

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.