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Voices of Women The Orchard  (direct from the orchard) Cymbals and seasons 2003 First roots (05/03) 2004 Sowing seeds (08/04) Turning trees (09/04) Underground? (10/04) 2005 Bursting out from below (03/05) Cruel deception? (04/05) Flower power (05/05) Knuckle down (06/05) Of Apple trees and synching feelings (07/05) Eclipsed and ablaze (08/05) Of light beyond clouds (09/05) Harvest and rot (10/05) Defrosting the fountains (11/05) Difficult digging (12/05) 2006 The Janus month (01/06) Manuals and mud (02/06) The people, the pitfalls... (03/06) ...the peaks, and the river (04/06) Unclouded confessionals (05/06) Riding the roller-coaster (06/06) Precipitate plunge (07/06) Strong Stuff? The Orchard is space to "think different", if at all. Life brings occasions to cease the endless flow of thought; it can be hard, but wisdom needs quietened minds to grow. For months, during a dream of love, there were locks on the gate. Now it's open in all weathers. Space, time and mind occupy dimensions that are rarely mentioned in the music log unless musicians do themselves. You'll find more music here, poetry, prose and pictures for people's special moments, some of my "gurus", sometimes a tribute to a friend no longer with us. Welcome also to a workshop; other entries concern "tools of the trade" for music-lovers, and there are notes on widely used Mac software and the occasional rant at Apple and the music industry. This is where ideas can gestate and experiments happen. Predict Nothing. |
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Where infra-red would only fox you, with true night eyes you'll see the beast who's but a friend...
