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What is your favorite genre of music?
Most classical orchestral music.
Beethoven, Bach, Stravinsky, Motzart, Tchaikovsky, Brahms, Holzt, and many more. I love all sorts of tunes and sonatas and melodies. It’s hard to remember all the names. But in a lot of cases I can sing along with them.
From gentle Strauss waltzes, to strong and vibrant marches, classic music cheers me.
I don’t dislike more modern music, but the melodies don’t stay in my mind as well.. Music is part, but not all of my life.
Today’s #bandofsketchers prompt was sounds. Trying to work out how to draw this. Sounds can be acoustic or geographical. For instance the sound of music, or Plymouth Sound, an inlet into the sea. I decided to draw a combination of sound waves disturbing the surface of water as we don’t live anywhere near a sound. Felt pen drawing.
7.30am, the mornings are drawing in. It’s not fully light yet and we are covered with a lumpy, porridge like, grey sky. Nothing to write home about, as the Beatles sang, all those years ago (I may be misquoting, I think it’s actually nothing to get hung about?) well it’s been a while since I heard it…
Anyway, no sound of rain, or birds, a bit of traffic in the distance and the hum of the fridge motor, the whirring click of the clock, and the rushing sound in my blocked up ear all signify a relatively quiet Sunday morning. The central heating just came on, clicking and expanding metal noises for a few seconds, then the sound of water being pumped. Oh the joys of a modern house. Blanketed under grey clouds….
Snuffling, rushing past, got me rattled. Some sort of noise being created by a thing out in the garden. But the gates locked and the sheds shut. Bowls are rattled, things clash, is it the wind, a burglar, a rat, or a hedgehog? I guess hedgehog…. They like standing on the edges of their bowls to get at the cat food we put out for them. Not sure about the rushing past though? I think it’s the cat doing that…. Anyway we had a good walk round in the rain and the dark… Nothing dangerous seen… Maybe we’ve got badgers?…..
Mallaband-Brown