Giovanni Profeta
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Swimming through life one stroke at a time.
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The Catman
Besides being the driving force behind the rhythm section of the band Kiss, he came up with the concept of the Catman that the band still uses. George Peter John Criscuola, better known by his stage name Peter Criss was more a flashy dresser than a flashy drummer, but what a drummer he certainly is.
By Giovanni Profeta2 years ago in Beat
Tchaikovsky's famous works
In my previous articles we scratch the surface of is most beloved compositions, but it does not make justice to his delightful body of work. One of the things I find remarkable is the vast range of music he managed to convey. The display of mood and emotion is outstanding, not too many composers could convey such message, such feeling, it could be a movement, a motif, a phrase. Tchaikovsky would leave something on the listeners’ mind to grasp, be prepared.
By Giovanni Profeta2 years ago in Beat
Tchaikovsky's mysterious cause of death.
Tchaikovsky did his best to continue touring and travelling even though he lost his patronesse. The financial aspect of the relationship was not as important to him. The loss of a female friend made him feel really depressed but life stored so much for him, it was like the end of a chapter and the beginning of a new one.
By Giovanni Profeta2 years ago in Beat
Vangelis, always Vangelis!
My first Vangelis record was bought by me on the “On Sale” section of my favorite record store, it was May, 1991. I bought “Spiral,” it was like an electronic extravaganza at full blossom. The amount of textures was simply mesmerizing, I loved to hear it with the light out, all alone, watching at the level meter go up and down in the solitude of my parents living room.
By Giovanni Profeta2 years ago in Beat
Tchaikovsky
“Where the heart does not enter, there can be no music.” I find this quote to be the perfect introduction to today’s topic. I would like to do a brief recap of Pyotr Ilyish Tchaikovsky’s life. There’s no doubt that he is one of the greatest composer of all times. His music is timeless, there’s something about his musical approach that its totally his. His music sounds like Tchaikovsky, there’s like a watermark on his works, nothing sounds like him.
By Giovanni Profeta2 years ago in Beat
Close encounter - Part V
Lured by the calming sound of the waves lapping at the bow. Alejandro rest peacefully with his trusted Miami Marlins baseball as shield over his face. He occasionally peeks just to be mesmerized by the vivid blue sky above. With no one around, in tune with his surroundings, he understands a bit more why Sandro left the city life. “A life of adventure is what we all should be aiming for.” Said to himself while being softly rocked to sleep.
By Giovanni Profeta2 years ago in Fiction
Close encounter - Part IV
A stray dog sniffs the still wet sand for something to chew as the seagulls fly overhead heading towards their respective fishing grounds. On a calm morning like this, nothing seems to disrupt nature’s balance. Waves come and go with its usual persistence, crabs walk-out of their burrows in their never-ending quest for food.
By Giovanni Profeta2 years ago in Fiction
Close encounter - Part III
Back in the boat, Sandro pours water and shampoo inside his wetsuit. With utter care he holds the jacket in the air, making sure that all the liquid remains inside to properly lubricate with shampoo foam the inside of the jacket. After a couple of shakes, he pours the liquid all over him and responds with a growl to the temperature shock. The cold water made its best to hide every trace of sleepiness.
By Giovanni Profeta2 years ago in Fiction
Types of piano music
I found this interesting quote on pianos. I think it would put you in the right mindset to the journey we’re about to embark: “Life is like a piano, the white keys represent happiness and the black show sadness. But as you go through life’s journey, remember that the black keys also create music.” – Unknown.
By Giovanni Profeta2 years ago in Beat
Close encounter - Part II
“Alejandro! Alejandro. Wake up dear…!” Amanda looks out of the window and realizes his brother’s boat is not at the dock. She moves quickly through the corridor; an unmade bed is all she could see. His brother is out too, she says out loud, “Alejandro is with Sandro dear, we’re alone for the rest of the morning. Go back to bed, let me make some coffee.” A barefooted Amada turns on the stove and sights, mesmerized by the calmness of the morning starts humming his favorite tune, the one she used to sing as a child.
By Giovanni Profeta2 years ago in Fiction
Close encounter - part I
“Wake up, It’s getting late.” In a matter of seconds, he jumps out of bed and in the blink of an eye his Uncle is no longer inside his room. Still feeling all his muscles tense by the inactivity of a not-so-long slumber, he is finally out of bed. By the table, a single white plate waits on the table. There’s no time to sit down, he can faintly hear his Uncle’s runts while placing the gear inside the boat.
By Giovanni Profeta2 years ago in Fiction