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Written by Bunmi Darling (c)

  

 

 

 

To say technology has change the world would be an understatement, earlier this morning; I switched on my Computer and logged on to the Internet. From nowhere, I just heard music blaring, I looked around my Sound System it was off, and I looked on my Screen, on my home page which is msn.co.uk, there was a banner, an advert, showing the risks of Cigarettes, and the music playing in the banner was Frank Sinatra, I can’t remember the name of the track,, but I have to say, It was good, because, they really got my attention with the music, if there was no music with that advert, I would never have giving it a second look.. It was good advertising..

I kept thinking how music has really taken over our world… Can you ever imagine a world without music? (I can't imagine it). Such a special talent, to write songs, sing and have a hit. Personally, I couldn’t do without music, I live music, I eat music, I drink music, music to me epitomises happiness.. Just love my music…. They say when you love something, you find out more about it, so I did a bit of research about music…

History of Music

                                                    The Middle Ages

   The traditions of Western music can be traced back to the social and religious developments that took place in Europe during the Middle Ages, the years roughly spanning from about 500 to 1400 A.D. Because of the domination of the early Christian Church during this period, sacred music was the most prevalent. Beginning with Gregorian Chant, church music slowly developed into a polyphonic music called organum performed at Notre Dame in Paris by the twelfth century. Secular music flourished, too, in the hands of the French trouvères and troubadours, until the period culminated with the sacred and secular compositions of the first true genius of Western music, Guillaume de Machaut.

Music had been a part of the world's civilizations for hundreds of years before the Middle Ages. Primitive cave drawings, stories from the Bible, and Egyptian heiroglyphs all attest to the fact that people had created instruments and had been making music for centuries.

The Renaissance

The Renaissance was a time of rebirth in learning, science, and the arts throughout Europe. The rediscovery of the writings of ancient Greece and Rome led to a renewed interest in learning in general. The invention of the printing press allowed the disbursement of this knowledge in an unprecedented manner. The invention of the compass permitted the navigation of the world's oceans and the subsequent discovery of lands far removed from the European continent.

 With Copernicus' discovery of the actual position of the earth in the solar system and Martin Luther's Protestant Reformation, the Catholic Church lost its grip on society and a humanist spirit was born. This spirit manifested itself in the painting and sculpture of Michelangelo, the plays of Shakespeare, and in both the sacred and secular dance and vocal music of the greatest composers of the era.

Dance music of the Renaissance

Throughout the Renaissance instrumental dance music flowered and thrived, and was composed, or more likely improvised, by many people. Musicians whose names have come down to us collected much of this existing music and had it published in various volumes over the years. The Terpsichore of Michael Praetorius (c.1571-1621) and the dance music of Tielman Susato (c.1500-1561) represent some of the outstanding examples of dance music from the late Renaissance. A piece such as La Spagna , (attributed to Josquin des Prez) is an excellent example of the buoyant rhythms and sounds of the Renaissance dance. Many of these dance forms were modified and developed by later composers and found their way into the Baroque dance suite.

The beginnings of Opera

In the last years of the sixteenth century, a group of musicians and literati in Florence, Italy experimented with a new method of composing dramatic vocal music, modeling their ideas after the precepts of ancient Greek theater. Their intent was that this new music should prove more direct and communicative to an audience, as the complex polyphony of the Renaissance could very often obscure the text being sung. They instead set a single melodic line against a basic chordal accompaniment, and with this notion of homophony, a new era of music began. The Florentine Camerata called this new form of musical-dramatic entertainment opera. The first operas were private affairs, composed for the Italian courts. But when in 1737 the first public opera house opened in Venice, Italy, opera became a commercial industry, and the genre in which many composers throughout history first tried out new ideas and new techniques of composition.

 The Classical Period

From roughly 1750 to 1820, artists, architechts, and musicians moved away from the heavily ornamented styles of the Baroque and the Rococo, and instead embraced a clean, uncluttered style they thought reminiscent of Classical Greece. The newly established aristocracies were replacing monarchs and the church as patrons of the arts, and were demanding an impersonal, but tuneful and elegant music. Dances such as the minuet and the gavotte were provided in the forms of entertaining serenades and divertimenti. At this time the Austrian capital of Vienna became the musical center of Europe, and works of the period are often referred to as being in the Viennese style. Composers came from all over Europe to train in and around Vienna, and gradually they developed and formalized the standard musical forms that were to predominate European musical culture for the next several decades.

 The Romantic Era

As the many socio-political revolutions of the late eighteenth-century established new social orders and new ways of life and thought, so composers of the period broke new musical ground by adding a new emotional depth to the prevailing classical forms. Throughout the remainder of the nineteenth-century (from ca. 1820 to 1900), artists of all kinds became intent in expressing their subjective, personal emotions. "Romanticism" derives its name from the romances of medieval times -- long poems telling stories of heroes and chivalry, of distant lands and far away places, and often of unattainable love. The romantic artists are the first in history to give to themselves the name by which they are identified.

The Twentieth-Century

By the turn of the century and for the next few decades, artists of all nationalities were searching for exciting and different modes of expression. Composers such as Arnold Schoenberg explored unusual and unorthodox harmonies and tonal schemes. French composer Claude Debussy was fascinated by Eastern music and the whole-tone scale, and created a style of music named after the movement in French painting called Impressionism. Hungarian composer Béla Bartók continued in the traditions of the still strong Nationalist movement and fused the music of Hungarian peasants with twentieth century forms. Avant-garde composers such as Edgard Varèse explored the manipulation of rhythms rather than the usual melodic/harmonic schemes. The tried-and-true genre of the symphony, albeit somewhat modified by this time, attracted such masters as Gustav Mahler and Dmitri Shostakovich, while Igor Stravinsky gave full rein to his manipulation of kaleidoscopic rhythms and instrumental colors throughout his extremely long and varied career.

 

 

 David Blunkett

I don’t really have much to write today on my blog, I am so tired of not being tired (whatever that means). I was reading the Newspaper earlier on today, and I am deeply saddened that David Blunkett is resigning for the second time in eleven months.  (For my friends that do not know who David Blunkett is, he was the Work and Pension Secretary for the Blair government). I really feel for him, it must be very hard being blind and in a very influential position in the country.

 

Moreover, I am sure it is hard for him to make friends or even trust anyone, as it seems everyone he allows into his life ends up betraying him. I always wondered how he eats, and how he cooks, I don’t know the man, yet I feel like I know him just by seeing his picture in the papers, you and I know a picture tells a lot of stories he seems such a kind hearted man, very vulnerable, I don’t know how anyone can set out to hurt him, it is despicable and vile.

 David Blunkett    

I am not even blind, yet I get betrayed from left and right by people I call my own friends…. Not to talk of a blind man, it must be really hard for him. Writing this right now, I feel a tear welled up in my eyes, I am remembering past events that have occurred in my life, all in the name of betrayal. (I know I am sensitive, can’t help it). I believe he has being witch-hunt. The sad part of it is, the new woman he met Sally Anderson, seems on hell bent on destroying David Blunkett, just for a few thousands, Sally, is a beautiful eligible woman, who can earn her own money herself, yet she has gone down the lines of very vile women like Rebecca Loo (I call her Miss Toilet).

 

Quinn & BlunkettKimberly

Then you have the scandal of Kimberly Quinn, a married woman, who sleeps around and got pregnant, in the process, and not knowing who the father was, what sort of women are these women?

 

David Blunkett & with rappers

I am not saying I am better, but hey, I will rather keep my dignity intact than to stoop low like these women. I really do not understand how these women can sleep at nighttime, knowing they have destroyed a soul by kiss & tell. It beggars beliefs that educated women can go down the line of Jordan and Jodie Marsh, all because they want to be famous. I really couldn’t do it, not for any money in the whole world…

What sorts of men are going to marry these women?  David Blunkett should never have been sacked, he was very good at his job,  at the end of the day, he has not killed anyone, but trying to make a living for himself for rainy days, they all do what he has been sacked for, as I said earlier on, I believe he, Mr Blunkett was witched hunt. I wish you all a lovely weekend.

      

Wow, very wet and windy today in London, makes it all seems so dull, I thought I would write a story for my blog today, which I have done. I have to say a big thank you to those that enjoy my Stories and Poems. Today's story is about a girl named Tweedy, enjoy....  Cheerio's.

There was once a girl named Tweedy, at the age of 11yr, Tweedy was lanky, she was also very mangy. Tweedy never had a happy childhood, Tweedy grew up in a very big family, she had seven siblings of four boys and three girls including Tweedy, all her siblings had similar physical resemblance, but Tweedy was the only different one, she was the one everyone picked on, Tweedy never looked like any of her siblings, and she always wondered why, after a while she got used to being different, she was always told she was ugly and would never amount to much when she grows up, Tweedy was never a happy girl, she was only happy, when she goes into her private space, her space was a derelict cupboard in the basement of her parents house, whenever she was there, she was always singing, and her friends would come and play with her, her friends were not visible to the eyes, she was the only one who could see them, her friends were very beautiful, they would tell her she was great and she should not worry about what others think of her, this always used to make Tweedy happy, until she goes back into the house.

 

Tweedy’s sisters were very beautiful to look at, they were curvaceous, outgoing, they were allowed to bring friends home, except Tweedy, Tweedy, was treated unequally with her siblings, all these used to trouble Tweedy… One day, Tweedy’s parents told Tweedy, they were going away for a week, with her sisters and brothers, and that she should take care of the house, they told her that the next time, they would take her with them, Tweedy was so broken hearted, she watched her sisters and brothers packed their clothes to go on holiday without her. Her siblings were all happy, they were discussing what they would do when they get to the island they were going, Tweedy, stood in one corner, with tears flowing. Tweedy was not crying because they were leaving, she was crying because she felt unloved and different. She would be in the house all alone, then she saw the brighter side of it, she remembered her invisible friends, and that relieved her mind, because this was her chance to invite her invisible friends to the main house…

 

After her parents and siblings left for their holiday without Tweedy, Tweedy ran to her hiding place to tell her friends they could come up and see the whole house, she waited for her invisible friends to appear, she waited for hours but they did not come. As she was about to leave to go up to the main house to finish her chores, one of her friends appeared, but there was something different about the mood of her invisible friend, Tweedy asked her friend if everything was okay, but her friend would not say a word, in order not to make Tweedy feel bad, her friend wore a fake smile and started chatting to Tweedy, Tweedy asked her were the rest of her friends were, she said they had been given assignments by the master of the universe, Tweedy asked who the master of the universe was, her friend said she would know when it is the right time…..

 

Anyhow, Tweedy did not feel too lonely as she had one friend who was present. Tweedy invited her friend to come up to the main house and see the rest of her house, but her invisible friend declined, Tweedy could not understand why her friend did not want to see where she sleeps, so Tweedy started crying, with this, her invisible friend held Tweedy’s hand and said, “it has nothing to do with you, but the house and your family”, Tweedy asked her invisible friend to explain what she meant, in which her invisible friend retorted  “Tweedy, you know I love you, I love you for your heart, the reason I come to play with you is because your heart is like ours, it is pure and undiluted, I can only go into places where there is love, inside your house, there is no love, I wont fit in”. Tweedy, did not understand what she meant, but she pretended she knew anyway. Tweedy’s invisible friend stayed with Tweedy, to keep her company. On that same day, two hours after her parents and siblings left, she heard a knock on the door; she did not know who it could be, her parents had warned her not to open the door for strangers.

 

Tweedy was afraid, as no one should ever know she was all by herself, she was too young to be on her own at 11 years old, Tweedy pretended not to hear the door, but the banging of the door wont go away, as Tweedy was about to creep to the basement to meet her friend, she saw something in the house, like a reflection of her whole family, with this, Tweedy got confused and went back to the door, she eventually opened the door, in the doorway, were three policemen and two women, they asked her who she was, she was reluctant to tell them as she knew her parents would be in trouble if anyone found out she was by herself, after she was cajoled by one of the women, she found her voice and said her name was Tweedy and that her parents had gone away to a remote island with her other siblings. The women and the police officers told her to sit down, they told her they have some news for her, but it was not very good news.

 

Tweedy was confused, she could not understand what they wanted to tell her as she was only 11 years old, Tweedy told the women that they should wait till her parents comes back, and they all looked at Tweedy with compassion in their eyes, they told her the fatal news that her parents and siblings will not be coming back, they were in a car accident and not one members of her family survived, Tweedy, was confused, she did not understand, they explained to her that everyone in her family was dead from a motor accident, Tweedy cried and cried, she started vomiting, they told her they would have to take her away, she cried again saying she did not want to go anywhere.

  

They all looked at her and said she didn’t have a choice but to do as she was told, Tweedy felt cold, she had no one in the world, she had no one to love her, she had no family. On her way to her foster home, they told her that the people that died were not her real parents, and that she was adopted, she was so shocked, after a while, she now understood why she was so different and why they treated her shabbily They took her away to a foster home, the first foster home they took her was not very nice, she was with a family from the land of Nebetilosum. They would shout out at her, she had no bed, Tweedy got so sad, she stopped eating, she lost so much weight, the authorities had to be called in and they took her away.

      

She was sent to another foster home, this time, her new foster parents were very nice and very rich, immediately they saw Tweedy, they knew, she was extra special, the rich couple knew, they had to treat her like an Angel, because when they first saw Tweedy, they saw a light on her head, and they saw one of her invisible friends smiling at the foster parents…

         

 

They treated Tweedy like their own, although they do not have biological children, Tweedy, was so happy with them, she blossomed, she was sent to the best schools. Tweedy grew up into a beautiful woman, she had long black hair, just like Pocahontas, she had the most amazing eyes, they were sleepy hazel eyes, at night time, her eyes would glitter, men adored Tweedy. Tweedy grew up to be a very successful woman… She now lives happily with her husband, once in a while her invisible friends still sees her…   

 

   

A big thank you to Laura

 for this lovely picture above.. I loff it.... Big kiss Laura...

 

 

                            

 

Set me Free! Let me go!

 

Set me free, let me go, Set me free of your thoughts,

Set me free of your mind, I do not want to think about

You, thinking about you brings Pains into my humanity,

the pains I feel for you are not of hate, they are

Pains of love, set  me free, set my soul Free.

They said love hurt, I denied it, I was In denial, now

I am hurting, this pain is too deep, I can't breath,

I  feel my heart burning, not of rage or anger, my

heart is  burning for a love, which is not

capable of loving.

 

Thinking about you, the things you do without me, brings

Pain to my heart, the pain of love; it feels like the gentle

waves of the ocean crashing into my heart, and the pain

comes slowly, but surely, this is the pain I feel in my

heart when I think of you. I cannot live any longer; this

heartache is killing me softly. The thought of you and I not

being together breaks my heart, set me free, let me go. On

my bed at night, sleeps seems so hard, you engulfed my

mind, I lay crying, with my tear drops all over my pillow,

that is what the thought of your love does to me, set me

free, let me go. Set me free into the breeze of the night.

     

I remember that day, like yesterday, mid morning, I was

with you, you held my hands, you looked into my eyes, you

told me you loved me, I wanted to burst for

pure joy, I believed you loved me, I thought I had

 found love in you, not knowing, I was in for a rough

ride with you, you captured my heart, you charmed

me, I felt entwined with you. I need you to set

me free, I need to be free like a Bird, I want to

fly with my wings, and I want to fly with the

Birds, as I believe I can fly. Release me, set

me free,  let me be the bird that will wake

you up in the in morning, release

me, set me free, let me go.

  

 

Early this morning, around 2: am, I woke up and found I could not go back to bed…. It is funny, how the night seems when you listen to it… It felt like we had humans of the night that parade when everyone has gone to bed… lol, all in my head… Anyhow, I wrote this little poem, enjoy.

 

I imagine the world is mine, in my little world, and it became mine. I Imagine night turn to day at night in my little head, sounds impossible? In my little world I made it possible, just by imagining. I imagine a world of no law; the imagination seemed impossible, without love.

 

I imagine laughter around me when I am alone; it seemed impossible because I am alone. I imagine Birds laughing with me their laughter were songs calming to my heart. I imagine borrowing a wing from a Dove, I imagine flying away with the Dove and saw another planet, a planet full of human Doves.

      

I imagine driving down a road,  the landscapes on that road I never imagined, all the trees on that road were diamond encrusted, the road were paved with Gold. The road was my light, and the diamonds on the trees my vision.

 

I imagine seeing the sea, the waves of the sea dancing as a robust Belly dancer. I imagine seeing a little house on the sea, a sea house, this house, peace of the ocean lives.

 

I imagine human life being treasured. I imagine a day without someone on our planet crying, I imagine life without sorrow. I imagine a day were everybody in the world would celebrate love and rejoice for love.

 

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Answer the following Halloween questions and pass on to 10 friends!

 1.      WHAT DO YOU MOST LIKE ABOUT HALLOWEEN? Well, I don’t really celebrate Halloween..

                                            

2.    2.   WHAT DO YOU LIKE LEAST ABOUT HALLOWEEN?  There is nothing I like least, as long as it puts a smile on the kids face, then I am happy..

                                                        

                                                

3.     3.  WHEN WAS YOUR FAVORITE HALLOWEEN AND WHY? Not Applicable.

4.     4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE HALLOWEEN TREAT? Okay, when I used to  club it a lot, it was an excuse to go clubbing…

5.     5.  DO YOU STILL GO OUT TRICK OR TREAT NIGHT? Come on, I am an adult!

6.     6.  WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE COSTUME? Cinderella.

7.      7. WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST? Myself.

8.      8. WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE HALLOWEEN MOVIE? None!

9.      9.  DO YOU LIKE HALLOWEEN PARADES? Never heard of it.

10. 10. DO YOU THINK HALLOWEEN SHOULD BE BANNED FROM SCHOOLS? Naaa, I don’t think Halloween should be banned from school…. It makes the kids happy, something to celebrate, after the stress of homework… loool…

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