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kickstarter.com/projects/wendallparker/wendall-parker-and-the-birdBLAKE - The VisitationBLAKE2024-04-20 | The Visitation is the first single from Blake's forthcoming album, "Harmonies for a Planetarium" and a tale of aliens from another planet visiting Earth to find out just what the hell it is we think we're doing down here.
Listen here: open.spotify.com/album/0T8A2Fv9iRK8x20AJwYNhK?si=BOKp57oXTu6oWoZnAg7FPQApril 1, 2024BLAKE2024-04-01 | ...BLAKE - House Among The TreesBLAKE2024-03-16 | New song by BLAKE, House Among The Trees available now on all platformsDark Sludgy Heavy Slow DystopiaBLAKE2024-03-07 | In a world, where- oh to hell with it. It's just 12+ minutes of dark sludgy heavy slow dystopia. Enjoy!Blitzen Trapper - Live in the Living RoomBLAKE2024-03-07 | An Intimate live BT performanceLe Son de PiBLAKE2024-02-29 | Découvrez le son des mathématiques ! Écoutez pendant que les nombres de Pi sont convertis en notes de musique pour créer une collaboration unique entre mathématiques et musique.El Sonido de TauBLAKE2024-02-29 | ¡Experimenta el sonido de las matemáticas! Esta composición musical toma los dígitos de la constante Taui y los convierte en notas musicales y acordes para crear una colaboración única entre matemáticas y música.El Sonido de PiBLAKE2024-02-29 | ¡Experimenta el sonido de las matemáticas! Esta composición musical toma los dígitos de la constante Pi y los convierte en notas musicales y acordes para crear una colaboración única entre matemáticas y música.
Escuche mis cuatro canciones basadas en matemáticas aquí: open.spotify.com/album/0MjBok4nsyx8UcNiCbp5qKCALM - Abandoned Spaces - Ambient Soundscape - ChurchesBLAKE2024-02-20 | Calm your mind and escape into Abandoned Spaces, no people, no noise, no stress. Focus and study, or fall asleep to this ambient soundscape. 4th in the series is churches.I got 99 problems and Apple is one of themBLAKE2024-02-15 | ...The Beatles Sgt. Pepper album final chord for 4 hours is PURE BLISSBLAKE2024-02-15 | The chord which lasts about a minute was digitally stretched to over 4 hours using a plugin.When you know something is seriously wrong with your Mac.BLAKE2024-02-14 | I knew I shouldn't have done the update.CALM - Abandoned Spaces Ambient Soundscapes - Castles - 1 HourBLAKE2024-02-13 | Calm your mind and escape into Abandoned Spaces, no people, no noise, no stress. Focus and study, or fall asleep to this orchestral ambient soundscape. 3rd in the series is castles.STEAM PUNK KITTYBLAKE2024-02-11 | Look, I don't know what this is. Can't someone just use AI to make highly detailed images of mechanical cats that have been created in a steampunk laboratory, edit them immaculately together, and then compose and record a genre defying baroque hip hop banger that absolutely slaps to tie the whole thing together without having to explain themself?Steam Punk Kitty - Ambient Soundscape - ASMR - 1 HourBLAKE2024-02-08 | Calm your mind, focus, study or sleep as Steam Punk Kitties purr and ponder all things mechanical and steam powered. The cat's purr is proven to reduce anxiety and stress.CALM - Abandoned Spaces - Ambient Soundscape - LibrarIes - 1 HourBLAKE2024-02-06 | Calm your mind and escape into Abandoned Spaces, no people, no noise, no stress. Focus and study, or fall asleep to this ambient soundscape. 2nd in the series is Libraries.Beautiful Cat Purrs Beside Fireplace - Relax - ASMR - 1 HOURBLAKE2024-02-03 | The sound of a cat's purr combined with the warm crackle and hiss of a hearth will lull you into a state of pure relaxation. Use this video to focus, study, work, read, or relax and even fall asleep to.
Chesterton is a beautiful part bengal part maine coon adult male.CALM - Abandoned Spaces Ambient Soundscape - 1 hourBLAKE2024-02-02 | Calm your mind and escape into Abandoned Spaces, no people, no noise, no stress. Focus and study, or fall asleep to this ambient soundscape.Guy could barely play his instrument.BLAKE2024-01-30 | ...Lil’ short filmBLAKE2024-01-24 | ...Can y’all relate?BLAKE2024-01-23 | ...PIANO MEDITATIONS - 10 Minutes of Muted Piano - RELAXBLAKE2024-01-12 | Take 10 minutes to relax your mind and soak in the soothing sounds of a muted piano.Monets Paintings But Youre Actually There - ASMaRtBLAKE2024-01-08 | Immerse yourself inside the masterworks of Claude Monet as they come to life with movement and sound.Abandoned Piano Playing In A Forgotten Wood - Muted Piano, Ambient Soundscape -Study/Sleep, 1 HourBLAKE2024-01-05 | Immerse yourself in a full hour of calming, beautiful piano music set in the melancholy of a overgrown forgotten wood.
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You can use this ambient music to study, sleep, or relax to. You can also dive deeper into this place by reading the story of the piano below.
Alone, in a small house outside of town, lived a woman whose few possessions included an old upright piano. Its keys were worn, and its wooden frame bore the markings of a lifetime’s worth of being played, being moved, and being played some more. On it, the woman composed beautiful, haunting pieces and played them everyday- but it was music that only she heard as her children were all grown and her husband had passed on long ago. Each melody told a story of love but also of loneliness, and of the unspoken language that only music can convey.
Years went by and the women slowly grew older. One evening as she played, she felt a stirring deep inside her. Slowly she laid her head down on the piano’s dark wooden surface, took a slow breath, and breathed no more. She was discovered the next day, and arrangements were made to remove her from the house to be buried. The old house was torn down, and the piano was moved out into the garden exposing it to the elements. It sat on the land its keys silent, its strings untouched, there on the outside of town. And as the seasons came and went, the once well-tended garden transformed into a wild, swampy wood.
One night, in the silence of the overgrown swamp, when an unusually blue moon cast its gentle glow on the forgotten instrument, something happened. The piano, devoid of human touch, began to play itself, its keys moving gracefully, perfectly producing the hauntingly beautiful music that had been played on it so many times before. But there was no audience to hear the melancholia that echoed through the night, so the piano played for the trees, the frogs, and the fireflies that danced in the darkness. The music was a lament, a suite of longing and isolation that only the abandoned woodlands could fully understand.
Night after night, the old piano plays its sad and beautiful melodies, weaving them into the fabric of the forgotten landscape, becoming a part of it, there in the heart of the abandoned wood.The dark underbelly of A.I. image generation. #ai #funny #viralBLAKE2024-01-03 | ...Abandoned Piano playing in a forgotten snowy woodBLAKE2023-12-24 | Alone, in a small house outside of town, lived a woman whose few possessions included an old upright piano. Its keys were worn, and its wooden frame bore the markings of a lifetime’s worth of being played, being moved, and being played some more. On it, the woman composed beautiful, haunting pieces and played them everyday- but it was music that only she heard as her children were all grown and her husband had passed on long ago. Each melody told a story of love but also of loneliness, and of the unspoken language that only music can convey.
Years went by and the women slowly grew older. One evening as she played, she felt a stirring deep inside her. Slowly she laid her head down on the piano’s dark wooden surface, took a slow breath, and breathed no more. She was discovered the next day, and arrangements were made to remove her from the house to be buried. The old house was torn down, and the piano was moved out into the garden exposing it to the elements. It sat on the land its keys silent, its strings untouched, there on the outside of town. And as the seasons came and went, the once well-tended garden transformed into a wild, swampy wood.
One night, in the silence of the overgrown swamp, when an unusually blue moon cast its gentle glow on the forgotten instrument, something happened. The piano, devoid of human touch, began to play itself, its keys moving gracefully, perfectly producing the hauntingly beautiful music that had been played on it so many times before. But there was no audience to hear the melancholia that echoed through the night, so the piano played for the trees, the frogs, and the fireflies that danced in the darkness. The music was a lament, a suite of longing and isolation that only the abandoned woodlands could fully understand.
Night after night, the old piano plays its sad and beautiful melodies, weaving them into the fabric of the forgotten landscape, becoming a part of it, there in the heart of the abandoned wood.6 Minutes of an Abandoned Piano playing in a Forgotten WoodBLAKE2023-12-23 | Alone, in a small house outside of town, lived a woman whose few possessions included an old upright piano. Its keys were worn, and its wooden frame bore the markings of a lifetime’s worth of being played, being moved, and being played some more. On it, the woman composed beautiful, haunting pieces and played them everyday- but it was music that only she heard as her children were all grown and her husband had passed on long ago. Each melody told a story of love but also of loneliness, and of the unspoken language that only music can convey.
Years went by and the women slowly grew older. One evening as she played, she felt a stirring deep inside her. Slowly she laid her head down on the piano’s dark wooden surface, took a slow breath, and breathed no more. She was discovered the next day, and arrangements were made to remove her from the house to be buried. The old house was torn down, and the piano was moved out into the garden exposing it to the elements. It sat on the land its keys silent, its strings untouched, there on the outside of town. And as the seasons came and went, the once well-tended garden transformed into a wild, swampy wood.
One night, in the silence of the overgrown swamp, when an unusually blue moon cast its gentle glow on the forgotten instrument, something happened. The piano, devoid of human touch, began to play itself, its keys moving gracefully, perfectly producing the hauntingly beautiful music that had been played on it so many times before. But there was no audience to hear the melancholia that echoed through the night, so the piano played for the trees, the frogs, and the fireflies that danced in the darkness. The music was a lament, a suite of longing and isolation that only the abandoned woodlands could fully understand.
Night after night, the old piano plays its sad and beautiful melodies, weaving them into the fabric of the forgotten landscape, becoming a part of it, there in the heart of the abandoned wood.Oh family trauma am I right?BLAKE2023-12-15 | ...The Toaster X-FilesBLAKE2023-12-12 | The universe is mysterious... #poptarts #xfiles #funny #mysteryLaviron - Luc Dauvin, Manuel Dauvin, Jim Anderson [FULL ALBUM]BLAKE2023-11-02 | Lost French Canadian Folk Album recovered!
Track 1. C'est L'aviron Track 2. Frite a L'huile Track 3. J'entends Le Moulin Track 4. Ningi Wabama Mahingan Track 5. Des Fois on Dit Non Track 6. Au Champ De L'alouette Track 7. A La Claire Fontaine Track 8. Petite RocherMystery Audio Time Capsule from the 60sBLAKE2022-02-11 | An audio recording from the 60's captures the conversation of an unknown family out for a drive.blake + poet Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening - Illustrations by Susan JeffersBLAKE2022-01-07 | ...Quebec Antique - Start Again (Lyric Video)BLAKE2021-12-14 | More music from Quebec Antique here: open.spotify.com/artist/1N5aQ9b7JT7mSeU0XNp3Bo?si=6SU4duVJTGGqUf_dW31Ljwblake + poet - Ranier Maria Rilke, In AprilBLAKE2021-04-23 | Poem by Rilke, Music by Blake
Again the woods are odorous, the lark Lifts on upsoaring wings the heaven gray That hung above the tree-tops, veiled and dark, Where branches bare disclosed the empty day.
After long rainy afternoons an hour Comes with its shafts of golden light and flings Them at the windows in a radiant shower, And rain drops beat the panes like timorous wings.
Then all is still. The stones are crooned to sleep By the soft sound of rain that slowly dies; And cradled in the branches, hidden deep In each bright bud, a slumbering silence lies.Vintage Red Cross Radio Ad (THAT DIDNT AGE WELL)BLAKE2021-03-25 | Back when it was cool for radio announcers to be American imperialist white supremacists.blake + poet - Revery by Fenton JohnsonBLAKE2021-02-25 | Next video in my Blake + Poet series. Amplifying one of my favorite poets for Black History Month. Fenton Johnson (1888 - 1958) was a leader in the Harlem Renaissance during the 1920's and 30's.
Revery
I was the starlight I was the moonlight I was the sunset, Before the dawning Of my life; I was the river Forever winding To purple dreaming, I was the glowing Of youthful Springtime, I was the singing Of golden songbirds,— I was love.
I was the sunlight, I was the twilight, I was the humming Of winged creatures Ere my birth; I was the blushing Of lily maiden, I was the vision Of youthful striving, I was the summer, I was the autumn, I was the All-time— I was love
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Next video in my series I call blake + poet. I am attempting to illuminate well loved and unknown poetry by setting it to original music.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.BLAKE - Waiting For The Choir To Sing - Horse Thief SessionsBLAKE2021-01-22 | This is one of three songs I played at Horse Thief Butte in Washington. This one is from my album Let A Thousand Flowers Bloom. You can hear more here: https://linktr.ee/mblakemusicBLAKE - These Days (Jackson Browne cover) Horse Thief SessionsBLAKE2021-01-22 | This is a cover of These Days by Jackson Browne I played at Horse Thief Butte in Washington. You can hear more of my music here: https://linktr.ee/mblakemusicBLAKE - A Dream - Horse Thief SessionsBLAKE2021-01-22 | This one of three songs I performed at Horse Thief Butte in Washington. A Dream is original music is set to William Blake's poem of the same name. It's part of an entire album I'm releasing of William Blake poetry set to music. You can find me here: https://linktr.ee/mblakemusicblake + poet - Garden of Love by William BlakeBLAKE2020-09-24 | Another in my continuing series where I attempt to illuminate classic works of poetry with original music. Garden of Love is one of William Blake's poems from his masterwork Songs of Innocence & Experience. This is one of 9 songs I'll be releasing from this collection, and the full album will be released in 2021. Subscribe and follow me on IG @mblakemusic to stay posted.
Yesterday I held your hand, Reverently I pressed it, And its gentle yieldingness From my soul I blessed it.
But to-day I sit alone, Sad and sore repining; Must our gold forever know Flames for the refining?
Yesterday I walked with you, Could a day be sweeter? Life was all a lyric song Set to tricksy meter.
Ah, to-day is like a dirge,— Place my arms around you, Let me feel the same dear joy As when first I found you.
Let me once retrace my steps, From these roads unpleasant, Let my heart and mind and soul All ignore the present.
Yesterday the iron seared And to-day means sorrow. Pause, my soul, arise, arise, Look where gleams the morrow.
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.BLAKE - The Powell Butte Sessions (On anothers Sorrow, poem by William Blake)BLAKE2020-07-22 | This is a live version of On Another's Sorrow, the first of a series of songs set to the poetry of William Blake. You can hear the single in various places here:
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I'm making a full length album of William Blake poems, all selections taken from his "Songs of Innocence & Experience" a song of which will be released every month on my socials:
Instagram: instagram.com/mblakemusic Facebook: facebook.com/mblakemusic Patreon: patreon.com/mblakeBLAKE - The Powell Butte Sessions (Clementine, Elliot Smith cover)BLAKE2020-07-22 | I'm doing a series of live song videos filmed at the beautiful Powell Butte near my home in Portland, OR. Elliot Smith is one of my favorite singer/songwriters. I'll be doing more of these at my socials:
Instagram: instagram.com/mblakemusic Facebook: facebook.com/mblakemusic Patreon: patreon.com/mblakeblake + poet - The Miracle, by Fenton JohnsonBLAKE2020-07-13 | This is the second installment in my series blake + poet. I am attempting to illuminate well loved and unknown poetry by setting it to original music.
"The Miracle" by Fenton Johnson
Though I was dwelling in a prison house, My soul was wandering by the carefree stream Through fields of green with gold eyed daisies strewn, And daffodils and sunflower cavaliers.
And near me played a little browneyed child, A winsome creature God alone conceived, “Oh, little friend,” I begged. “Give me a flower That I might bear it to my lonely cell.”
He plucked a dandelion, an ugly bloom, But tenderly he placed it in my hand, And in his eyes I saw the sign of love. ‘Twas then the dandelion became a rose.
I chose The Miracle by Fenton Johnson to highlight voices of color in the fight against racism.
Instagram: instagram.com/mblakemusic Facebook: facebook.com/mblakemusicBlake + Poet - Three Floors by Stanley KunitzBLAKE2020-05-20 | This is the first in a series of videos I'm calling Blake + Poet where I set some of the world's best loved poetry to my own original music.
Follow me on Instagram: instagram.com/mblakemusic If you'd like to be a patron of the arts, you can support me at patreon.com/mblakeFanny Powers - Martin Simpson cover by Michael BlakeBLAKE2020-05-05 | Discovered this song on a cassette tape found in a vintage store called Music of Ireland and fell in love with this song by @MartinSimpsonOfficial Happy Birthday Martin!