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Knee Play 5

Well, I've added the spoken text and extended the song, so I guess I've finished with my take on Philip Glass's Knee Play 5, check it out.

So for the second night in a row, I get a dream that I'm with someone.. no one in particular, just some girl.... and she's mine, and it's such a happy dream except it always gets interrupted by my alarm clock. It's funny how such simple things can make a guy happy again, then wrench him back to reality..


Listening to: the sound of signing off and signing on

Here is my first take on Knee Play #5 from Einstein on the Beach. This song originall featured 'Einstein' sitting on a chair and playing the main tune on a violin, just a beautiful thing to see. I've still got to write in some instruments and add in the read text (see last post). I'm trying to decide whether or not to read it myself or have a synth bot do it. Enjoy.


Knee Play #5 (Demo)

 
I've begun a Caustic Cindex rendition of Philip Glass's "Knee Play Five" from his Einstein on the Beach. It's such a beautiful song, I thought I'd share the accompanied test:



The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and the night is now upon us. The night should be a time of peace and tranquility, a time to relax and be calm. We have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing thoughts of the day, to set at rest our troubled minds, and put at ease our ruffled spirits.

And what sort of story shall we hear? Ah, it will be a familiar story, a story that is so very, very old, and yet it is so new. It is the old, old story of love.

Two lovers sat on a park bench, with their bodies touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.

There was silence between them. So profound was their love for each other, they needed no words to express it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Finally she spoke. "Do you love me, John?" she asked. "You know I love you, darling," he replied. "I love you more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life, my sun, moon and stars. You are my everything. Without you I have no reason for being."

Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench, their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight. Once more she spoke. "How much do you love me, John?" she asked. He answered: "How much do I love you? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say?"

"Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you. My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending except my love for you."

There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Once more her voice was heard. "Kiss me, John," she implored. And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly to hers in fervent osculation.

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