Sometimes I just forget why I gave a tune a certain name. This tune is one like that. Maybe it had to do with the recent neo-Nazi dumb-asses that exposed themselves too often in the news last week. In this case it might be best I forget…
Here’s another tune I wrote. By the first time that I saved the tune and had to make up a name, I was wondering where my wife was, so that’s how I got to this title. Well, it sometimes happens. 🙂 Please feel free to learn the…
Here’s a nearly forgotten tune I made in November. What I did forget is why I chose this name, but I liked it, so I kept it. I took the photo on the morning after the best music night I ever had on Dingle, October 2015. It’s…
This new happy tune could well make you dance, like we saw today in the Ukrainian parliament. Well, that wasn’t a dance actually. Oleh Barna, a puppet of the Chocolate King, lifted Prime Minister Yatsenyuk from the podium during his speech. The Chocolate King is the nickname of President Petro Poroshenko….
This tune I dedicate to the people from Homs, one of Syria’s ruined cities. I wrote it when the news came in that Homs was lost and back under control of Assad’s murderous clan. For what we know of the situation, they say there’s very little left of…
The Feale is the river that runs through the village of Abbeyfeale where I was last October to join the traditional singing festival and when this tune arose the river overflowed it’s banks, inundating the whole GAA field. It’s been a very wet weekend in…
This tune sprung into my head while the news came in about Mark Zuckerberg’s new born Daughter Max and since “Zucker” is German for Sugar, I called the tune “Sugar Max”. I wish the girl a happy life, in spite of her enormous wealth, the spot…
Impressed by the wanderlust of Leny, a supple old woman I met today, I named this new tune Leny’s Travels. Hope to see her home safe and sound from her next big adventure to the other side of the world. Please feel free to learn the tune and…
Here’s another new tune I made the day before yesterday. I called it “Old Hag In The Corn”, because I had been struggling with a weird kind of poem in Dutch about an old hag in the corn, who didn’t like the choirs (choirs and corn translate…
Slow, fast or simply both? What version would you prefer? Let me know if you’re on Facebook. What you hear are two completely different computer outputs. A slow one with a flute and an awesome church organ (never played that, but I’d love to) and…