Justice Phillips: Wing of a Hawk, for Two Guitars and Voice (Score video)

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  • Опубликовано: 5 июл 2024
  • Juli Orlandini, soprano
    Justice Phillips and Alex Lew, guitars
    Laraine Kentridge Lasdon, text
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    Author's words: I wrote this piece in March of 2024. The words are from Laraine Kentridge Lasdon’s poem of the same name. It tells her story of being at Lake Superior and at Hawk Ridge Observatory Hill, and the music attempts to capture that essence. This was performed Saturday May 4th, 2024 by me, and the absolutely amazing musicians who helped me. They are my best friend Alex Lew, and another dear friend, Juli Orlandini.
    “The signal to leave is called out urgently.
    Blue jays spin, whistle, and gurgle.
    Heralds of the gray days of winter.
    We climb Hawk Ridge Observatory Hill.
    The rough benches, wooden table, a simple tabernacle.
    It’s a late summer day, tinged with the soft reds of Fall.
    The lake swells, delicate white froth hushes and bubbles caressing the shore.
    Our guide lifts something curious out of a dusty old box.
    In her arms is a single great wing.
    With gentle gesture she invites us in.
    Birdsong relaying migration routes form a choir as we silently approach.
    This was a killing wing.
    Ruthless in its resolute trajectory of the dive, grasp of bloodied vole to nourish his brood, squaking from their cliff-edge nest.
    Each feather feels strong, indestructible, yet, this hawk was found with wings outstretched, a span of six feet end-to-end, neck broken on the golden sand.
    I stroke the black and grey feathers.
    Thin-ribbed architecture smooth, cool, the skeletal structure rustling, lifting, lifting as if it might suddenly take off.
    The corpse-wing caught the next gust of wind carrying the hawk-spirit on thermal spirals.
    High in the pale of blue sky a hawk wheels and cries, casting a shadow onto the very spot her mate died.
    Mourned by his love. Majestic in death.
    I learned about life, that day at Hawk Ridge.”
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    Special thanks to Justice
    Diffussion purposes only.
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Комментарии • 6

  • @justicephillips7115
    @justicephillips7115 12 дней назад +2

    Thanks again bud! I appreciate you and this channel greatly

  • @eduardoelhage882
    @eduardoelhage882 12 дней назад +1

    All my support to your channel.
    I've been listening to the videos a long time ago and the music I discovered in your channel is amazing.

  • @mooksimousluaro18
    @mooksimousluaro18 12 дней назад +2

    Beautiful piece, bravo!

  • @juanmiguelsuarez
    @juanmiguelsuarez 12 дней назад +1

    Such a beautiful work!