“Black Moon” is a guitar album. To be accurate, it’s an acoustic fingerstyle guitar album of solo instrumentals.
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A suite of 5 small guitar pieces, a beautiful painting, and a story.
When I was composing this piece, I gave it a different title. But the more I listened to it, the more I felt that it should be called “Transformation” because of its effect on me. Maybe it’ll have a transformative effect on you too.
A while back, I sat down with my guitar and said, “I’m going to compose a piece called Finally Free.” I felt that creating the music might actually create freedom as well. And if it turned out the way I hoped, the very least it would do would be to remind me of the possibility of freedom whenever I played or listened to it.
“And when I’m dead and buried, / Long gone without a trace, / There’ll be no one to remember / The smile on my face. / When I lived, I was happy / Just to watch the Magic rise / In the world all around me / And sometimes, in her eyes.”
Here’s a new one I wrote this summer. It’s the title track for a new song album I’m working on.
This latest instrumental from the “Black Moon” album was composed many years ago as a birthday present for our friend Sharon Wise, a dancer. It has a Spanish feel to it, not flamenco, more classical.
John Kirnan was just a boy when his father died. One of the few memories he has of their time together is playing catch with him. As well as being a big hockey fan, John’s father loved baseball too […]
Not much to say about this piece, the title says it all. If you’re a guitarist though, you might like to know that the guitar is tuned to Open G (D G D G B D).
Inside the shop, it feels quiet, despite the occasional thunder and constant hiss of rain, outside, in the city. Shadow shadows a lone passerby like a mostly metaphysical detective who’s there but not seen. Inside, on ladder-like shelves, under covers, book thought softly sleeps, and waits. There is a sense of something on the way, from the other side of normal. The cat’s eyes slowly open. The clock strikes three. And then….