Bitter cold morning;
Smudge pots blackening the sky
of my father's youth.
Friday, February 23, 2018
Haiku of the Day ~ Bitter cold morning;
Bitter cold morning;
Smudge pots blackening the sky
of my father's youth.
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Ramblings of the Bear ~ Ars longa, vita brevis.
I have a unique and evolving musical voice that incorporates both my Jazz and Classical training. I am comfortable and fluent in composing in both Modern Chamber/Orchestral and Jazz idioms.
My music is often difficult to understand on first hearing, but those who have spent the time to listen to my music more than once have come to understand and appreciated my highly individual music language.