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Smooth operation,Honey dew mellow, vibrant tones!
Rest assured, bases loaded, with the clean up batter in the ninth!
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Fridmey
Posted on May 22, 2008
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REC of <3
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TheMilla
Posted on Feb 22, 2008
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this song is gorgeous, mr. Waddington! more now plz? ;)
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TheMilla
Posted on Apr 24, 2008
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Last REC for awhile, but a worthy song for it. It is no secret that I love Robert Waddington's music and this track is a great reason why. Fun and funky. Cool and hot. Jazz and rock. All of these things rolled into 5 minutes and 18 seconds of aural goodness. Turn it on, tune everything else out and float away to the magical land that Robert weaves with his music.
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godsgeek
Posted on Mar 4, 2008
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FYI – I wrote this song about a year after September 11.
I had become acquainted with a fireman who barely escaped tower 2 before it collapsed (I was living in NJ, just over the river from NYC at the time). He became increasingly despondent and eventually disappeared altogether. He absolutely hated all of the attention and notoriety wrongly focused on all of the wrong elements of the event.
This made me think of other catastrophic events (like the Oklahoma City bombing, for instance) that left a rather large open scar on all of the families and individuals intimately associated with the tragedy. I did some casual research and was shocked to find that the divorce/suicide rate in such situations was markedly higher than the “average”.
My inspiration for the song “September” springs from the ironic fact that we, as strong, capable and resilient people are often completely incapable of handling emotional matters that call for thoughts, actions and sentiments that words could never hold or give currency to.
How many geniuses, artists, doctors and leaders are cast aside every day by a system that essentially creates these human tragedies by the ruthless and desperate commercial machine that is never satisfied? How many people we dismiss as “nothing” are actually quite the opposite, only unable to rid themselves of the demons that torture every lucid thought they have; forcing them to seek refuge in the frayed edges of a convoluted cloak of distance.
The orchestral arrangement at the end of the song suggests what I feel is some larger, benevolent and understanding power that eventually reconcile such tragedies and restore what we can not face.
We are often at our best when we face our worse.
Peace – Bob Waddington
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robert waddington
Posted on Dec 8, 2007
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