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May. 8th, 2012

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Rocky, Sabaki

In a previous life, Lucía sang me a few notes of a lullaby, that she remembered her daddy sang to her when she was a kid, to the non-sensical words "Rocky, Sabaki". I hadn't heard such a song before, but I promptly completed those five notes into a complete melody, that to me sounds as a most obvious continuation. Later, she would tell me what her dad had been singing to her really was that lullaby everyone knows and every baby machine annoyingly plays, which I identified as Brahm's lullaby, also known in English as "Lullaby and Goodnight". Therefore, from these misremembered notes, I had made a melody of my own. As I finally have a daughter of my own to sing it to, I wrote words of my own to this melody. And out of the rhymes that I originally rejected from the song, I could not resist writing a second stanza. Note that I often sing "Véra, my Véra" instead of "Rocky, Sabaki". Obviously YMMV.

As usual, you may download a PDF, the Lilypond source, or an autogenerated midi file, as well as this a cappella rendering: Rocky, Sabaki, take 2 (Ogg Vorbis).

Update 2014-10-13: Now that I realized that it's easier to learn the guitar than to find a guitarist to accompany me, I've modified the score so it shows actual guitar chords instead of chord names. I can also imagine an accompaniment with a harp, with sixteenth notes that descend the chords; but I'm not likely to ever be able to debug it, so I'll pass trying to write down a necessarily buggy version — though maybe I could recycle it as a piano's left hand part. Hopefully, at some point I'll get good enough at guitar to record a semi-decent interpretation.

Update 2014-11-25: As my fumbling at the guitar improved, I've updated the score to use 4-finger chords instead of 3-finger chords. This way, it's an improved song that I'm failing to play adequately!

Nov. 13th, 2011

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I Like to Bike to the Moon


That tenth day of May 2009 (thank my archived PAA for propping me where my memory falters), I took Lucía on one of her dear (un)expected "surprise adventure days", biking with her to a surprise destination which happened to be the Arnold Arboretum's Lilac Sunday, a prototypical Stuff White People Like activity, that though it was free was attended by strictly none of the inhabitants of the nearby ghettos. It was a beautiful day indeed; we stopped for food in a dominican restaurant along the way, and choked on a Mofongo while Alex Bueno was singing Me va. On my way there, I spontaneously composed one song, and composed another song on my way back. Here is the first of the two songs, I like to bike to the Moon, with a few small improvements since the original version. I have only recently found a proper activity to pursue on the sea of Tranquility, with my inspiration rekindled by Becka. Interestingly, Lucía didn't like it then, for the same reason that Becka likes it now: because of its not-so-hidden sexual interpretation.

Here it is, now transcribed using Lilypond (source, PDF).

And to give you an idea, here is a recording of me singing it a cappella: I Like to Bike to the Moon, take 2 (in Ogg Vorbis).

Yet another song that I'd like to record, with the proper band of merry musicians...

Jan. 5th, 2010

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Le vase brisé

Écoutez-le: Le vase brisé en MP3 (1ère prise).
Paroles de René François Sully Prudhomme (1839-1907), telles que souvent rappellées par ma mère.
Musique de François-René Rideau, inspiré par Jacques Brel.

Vous pouvez télécharger le PDF de la partition, voir ou éditer son source Lilypond ou écouter un horrible fichier MIDI automatiquement produit.

Le vase où meurt cette verveineD'un coup d'éventail fut fêlé;Le coup dut effleurer à peine:Aucun bruit ne l'a révélé.Mais la légère meurtrissure,Mordant le cristal chaque jour,D'une marche invisible et sûreEn a fait lentement le tour.Son eau fraîche a fui goutte à goutte,Le suc des fleurs s'est épuisé;Personne encore ne s'en doute;N'y touchez pas, il est brisé.Souvent aussi la main qu'on aime,Effleurant le cœur, le meurtrit;Puis le cœur se fend de lui-même,La fleur de son amour périt;Toujours intact aux yeux du monde,Il sent croître et pleurer tout basSa blessure fine et profonde;Il est brisé, n'y touchez pas.

PS: D'autres avant moi ont mis ce morceau en musique: César Franck, Claire de Granval, Ethelbert Woodbridge Nevin, Émile Paladilhe, Charles Marie Jean Albert Widor, et Anton Stepanovich Arensky adapté d'une traduction en Russe d'Aleksei Nikolayevich Apukhtin. J'aimerais trouver toutes ces versions pour les comparer à la mienne... (et j'avoue ne pas envier les versions que j'ai découvertes jusqu'ici.)

Aug. 18th, 2008

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Snugglegram

She turns the trivial into the stylish. She creates beauty around her. She handles all things with taste. She makes my life happy. I'm proud to introduce Snugglegram.

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Jul. 13th, 2008

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Snobs!

- We're food snobs.
- I don't like most snobs.
- You're a snob snob.
- There's nothing inherently wrong about being a snob.
- I suppose that any choice you make is a discrimination, and discriminations based on consistent preferences is being a snob.
- Hence depending on your preferences, you can be a good or a bad snob.
- So how can one be a good snob?
- It's a matter of taste.
(Serdecznie dziękuję, Anna, Lucía)

Nov. 6th, 2007

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You Make Me Happy (in MP3)

Play it: To Lucía in MP3 (take 3).
Music & Lyrics by Faré. (Lilypond source, PDF.)


Update 2015-07-27: more elaborate chord suggestions.

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