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flyboy_foxYou know what piece of classical music I absolutely adore? Canon in D (Pachabel). It's such a beautiful, peaceful, mood-evoking piece. It's balmy breezes, candy-floss clouds, the rippling water over smooth pebbles in a stream. It's the gentle wind teasing the sails of a boat drifting calmly on a stormless sea. It's the spring rain pattering down on a canopy of a small house in the woodlands, and the smell of dew-christened grass. It's a walk along the shore, alone, quiet, happy. Footsteps in the sand. I love it.
I also love many other classical and orchestral pieces... such as the Dance Macabre, and Mars (from The Planets). But Canon will always be my favorite. I have a ring tone with an excerpt from it on my cruddy little cell phone. It came with the phone and is one of the few redeeming features that rather mediocre little gadget has :P I have several versions of Canon on various CDs, as well as in mp3 and midi format on my computer. I would love to learn to play Canon on piano some day (I have the sheet music for it), and perhaps I will when we move into a proper house and get the piano back (I would practice on my electric keyboard, but I had to leave that behind too).
Funny the imagery it evokes. It ties in with living by the coast and the view from my window. Although right now, the weather is anything but calm. The wind is horrendous; the tide is in and the white-crested waves are hurling themselves mercilessly against the jagged rocks, crashing down over them and sending sea spray everywhere. The trees and the flag by the pub are being buffeted relentlessly, and earlier there was a lone yacht out on the estuary, being tossed about quite roughly. I think the boat owners must have been quite insane to go out in this weather. People walking past are bracing themselves against the coastal 'breeze', heads lowered and arms hugged tight across their chests as their hair, skirts and jackets flap around them. Some of them are grimacing, and some are laughing. Some don't even seem to notice; perhaps if you live by the sea long enough, you think nothing of the near gale-force winds you have to step out into every day as you go about your daily life.
It's strange the weather is like this today, because yesterday it was sunny and, for the most part, calm. But last night I had a very vivid dream of being out on the water in a little fishing boat with a group of other people (in retrospect, I don't recognize any of them, although in the dream I suppose I must have known them), when all of a sudden the sky started to cloud over dramatically. The wind picked up, and coal-black clouds started to roll in from the west, heavy and thunderous, quite threatening in appearance. The boat started to rock as the waves became more turbulent, and the first splatters of rain started to hit my face. I cast my gaze over to the horizon and my heart almost stopped with fear. "Is that a tornado?" I worriedly questioned one of the more experienced looking members of the expedition (I think we were sailing either to Wales or from Wales, so I suppose this was the estuary rather than the sea per se). We all looked over at the dark column on the horizon, and I knew I was right. "I think we should head back", I continued, and they nodded in agreement. We turned the boat around and made back towards shore, but the rain was coming down heavily now and the wind was becoming more furious in its attempts to tip us all into the frothing waters. I don't know if we made it back to land or not, because I don't recall concluding the dream. But what sticks most clearly in my mind is that blackening sky and how ominous it appeared, and setting eyes on that dark cylinder on the horizon, and the dread that gripped me. My dreams are so vivid sometimes, they feel almost like memories. I know that when I woke up, at first I wasn't sure if that storm had been real; perhaps the fact that I woke up to the sound of wind and rain lashing the window added to that. Probably the storm started during the night, and my subconscious mind assimilated it into my dream. Apparently the winds were gale-force over the estuary at coastal Wales. Not quite gale-force here, but dramatic enough.
My mom called me a nerd today because "all you ever want to do is play with your machines" XD I admit I spend WAY too much time on my computer, and when I DID come offline, it was only to set up my N64 and GameCube on the TV to make sure they worked ^^; "You're an indoor nerd with no sense of adventure" is what she told me... but hey, that's not true. When I do go out, I've had the most fun of all climbing over the clambering rocks and running down the shore with my arms out... and I loved climbing up on Brean Down... the grassy cliffy highlands, scrambling over farm stiles and down across ditches. I love the great outdoors! But the places I love are always "out there"... I don't enjoy just walking into town or just 'going out' for the heck of it. But I suppose I should get out more often, because those rocky shore places are two minutes away! And Brean Down and Sand Bay are only a half hour on foot. It would be far too easily to fall right back into the trap of never going out because I'm superglued to my computer. But living here... it would be a WASTE if I didn't enjoy what the Somerset coast has to offer.
So maybe I'll get dressed for it and go out into that bracing wind and explore the rocks and the walkways again. Half of it will be underwater, as it always is during high tide (Weston-super-Mare allegedly has the second most extreme tidal discrepancy in the world - that is, the tide goes out by miles before coming in, so half the time there's just sand as far as the eye can see... and the other half, the whole beachside is submerged, including paths and stone benches and steps that are perfectly accessible during low tide. Canada boasts the number one tidal difference though). But that's okay, there's still accessible places on higher land where the view across the bay is to die for.
It's time to live a little!!
I also love many other classical and orchestral pieces... such as the Dance Macabre, and Mars (from The Planets). But Canon will always be my favorite. I have a ring tone with an excerpt from it on my cruddy little cell phone. It came with the phone and is one of the few redeeming features that rather mediocre little gadget has :P I have several versions of Canon on various CDs, as well as in mp3 and midi format on my computer. I would love to learn to play Canon on piano some day (I have the sheet music for it), and perhaps I will when we move into a proper house and get the piano back (I would practice on my electric keyboard, but I had to leave that behind too).
Funny the imagery it evokes. It ties in with living by the coast and the view from my window. Although right now, the weather is anything but calm. The wind is horrendous; the tide is in and the white-crested waves are hurling themselves mercilessly against the jagged rocks, crashing down over them and sending sea spray everywhere. The trees and the flag by the pub are being buffeted relentlessly, and earlier there was a lone yacht out on the estuary, being tossed about quite roughly. I think the boat owners must have been quite insane to go out in this weather. People walking past are bracing themselves against the coastal 'breeze', heads lowered and arms hugged tight across their chests as their hair, skirts and jackets flap around them. Some of them are grimacing, and some are laughing. Some don't even seem to notice; perhaps if you live by the sea long enough, you think nothing of the near gale-force winds you have to step out into every day as you go about your daily life.
It's strange the weather is like this today, because yesterday it was sunny and, for the most part, calm. But last night I had a very vivid dream of being out on the water in a little fishing boat with a group of other people (in retrospect, I don't recognize any of them, although in the dream I suppose I must have known them), when all of a sudden the sky started to cloud over dramatically. The wind picked up, and coal-black clouds started to roll in from the west, heavy and thunderous, quite threatening in appearance. The boat started to rock as the waves became more turbulent, and the first splatters of rain started to hit my face. I cast my gaze over to the horizon and my heart almost stopped with fear. "Is that a tornado?" I worriedly questioned one of the more experienced looking members of the expedition (I think we were sailing either to Wales or from Wales, so I suppose this was the estuary rather than the sea per se). We all looked over at the dark column on the horizon, and I knew I was right. "I think we should head back", I continued, and they nodded in agreement. We turned the boat around and made back towards shore, but the rain was coming down heavily now and the wind was becoming more furious in its attempts to tip us all into the frothing waters. I don't know if we made it back to land or not, because I don't recall concluding the dream. But what sticks most clearly in my mind is that blackening sky and how ominous it appeared, and setting eyes on that dark cylinder on the horizon, and the dread that gripped me. My dreams are so vivid sometimes, they feel almost like memories. I know that when I woke up, at first I wasn't sure if that storm had been real; perhaps the fact that I woke up to the sound of wind and rain lashing the window added to that. Probably the storm started during the night, and my subconscious mind assimilated it into my dream. Apparently the winds were gale-force over the estuary at coastal Wales. Not quite gale-force here, but dramatic enough.
My mom called me a nerd today because "all you ever want to do is play with your machines" XD I admit I spend WAY too much time on my computer, and when I DID come offline, it was only to set up my N64 and GameCube on the TV to make sure they worked ^^; "You're an indoor nerd with no sense of adventure" is what she told me... but hey, that's not true. When I do go out, I've had the most fun of all climbing over the clambering rocks and running down the shore with my arms out... and I loved climbing up on Brean Down... the grassy cliffy highlands, scrambling over farm stiles and down across ditches. I love the great outdoors! But the places I love are always "out there"... I don't enjoy just walking into town or just 'going out' for the heck of it. But I suppose I should get out more often, because those rocky shore places are two minutes away! And Brean Down and Sand Bay are only a half hour on foot. It would be far too easily to fall right back into the trap of never going out because I'm superglued to my computer. But living here... it would be a WASTE if I didn't enjoy what the Somerset coast has to offer.
So maybe I'll get dressed for it and go out into that bracing wind and explore the rocks and the walkways again. Half of it will be underwater, as it always is during high tide (Weston-super-Mare allegedly has the second most extreme tidal discrepancy in the world - that is, the tide goes out by miles before coming in, so half the time there's just sand as far as the eye can see... and the other half, the whole beachside is submerged, including paths and stone benches and steps that are perfectly accessible during low tide. Canada boasts the number one tidal difference though). But that's okay, there's still accessible places on higher land where the view across the bay is to die for.
It's time to live a little!!
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Date: 2006-09-03 12:13 pm (UTC)But yeah, Canon is great ^^ I can't remember most of the names either, but I remember Canon in D because I bought the sheet music for it ^^