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Mar 28, 2007 | 8:01 PM EDT
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2 min 20 sec
4.04 / 5.00

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Rated 4.04 / 5 stars
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They get up every morning to build their homes and live their lives, in freedom!



Rated 5 / 5 stars

kinda latiny

Overall, I like this piece.

The guitar that comes in at about 0:31 reminds me very much of a spanish/latin beat for a dance. It really makes the piece what it is. I cannot really say what kind of image the piece brings to mind, but that isn't because it doesn't bring any to mind. I am sure if I was better rested and I hadn't just spent a few hours on calculus, I could accurately describe what it reminds me of. Oh well.

Anyway, good work and keep it up.

MaestroRage responds:


Thats so ironic, because I too just spent like 3 hours on Calculus. You don't go to Ryerson in Toronto do you O_O!?!?

I didn't have much energy to think of the perfect way to describe the piece either, I had the image, no words to tell it, so I kinda churned this one out. It gets the idea across though, so I hope it works!

Thanks for the review, i'm glad you liked it ^^. Good luck on the Calculus.


Rated 5 / 5 stars

A personal experience...

Excellent as always Maestro. I was fairly impressed by the amount of guitar you put in the piece. Guitar, not to be rude, is a instrument I rarely hear or see in most of your pieces. You weren't kidding one bit in your description when you said you came back experimenting. Anyways, the story I'm about to share is one is real. It is a personal experience from me that is reflected in this piece like a finely polished mirror. Back when I was a lad of eight I met a cousin of mine named Diana. She was bound and striken to a automated wheelchair and could not lift her arms, legs, and could barely lift her head. And yet...she was always smiling. I was both mystified and also curious at her smiling. I asked her and she simply replied, "I'm still alive, aren't I?" I liked her immediatly. I helped feed her at a family get together at my grandparents and according to my parents Diana was sick with a grevious disease in her spinal cord, which caused her disablity throughout her entire body. The day after that my parents informed my sister and I that Diana was in the hospital. Her sickness had gotten worse. My family quickly went to the hospital where she was being kept. I went there and she was sad. She didn't like hospitals she said once. She wanted to go home and be in her own bed. But, in the end...she still smiled. I was happy and yet also sad at the very same moment. The kindest, most caring soul in the world was dying right before my eyes, and there was nothing I could do to save her. All I could do...was hold her hand...and try to ease the pain. The very next day she was put in extensive care and she was so sick that we couldn't even go to the room where she was being kept. You can assume what happened the day after that. I was grieved by this and angry at the same time. Why had God let such a caring person die? My father, God bless him, was quick to ask me if Heaven was perfect or not and I of course said yes. He also asked me if in Heaven you could find true hapiness. I said yes again and asked him why he was asking such obvious questions. My father smiled and asked, "Well, what do you think your cousin Diana is doing right now in Heaven?" I pondered it for a moment and the realization dawned upon me like a weight. Diana was finally taking her first step. The first step that all take when they come of age. Her sickness had robbed her of that ever since she was a baby. She was finally being able to do all the things she wished she could have done here on Earth. After her death I thought I would never be able to smile again, to able to experience joy. But when I thought about what she would be doing in Heaven...I was able to smile again. I was actually happy she was in Heaven. To be here, unable to move, unable to do anything without one's help. "To be living a constant trap...not a pleasent thought." was what you said. With story, I hope you realize how true your words ring. Keep up the good work...

MaestroRage responds:

Such an inspiring story Zen... I have never known anybody facing such a situation, and truly the pain must have been horrific for you.

It is with a happy sadness that I see in your words.

I don't even know how to respond to the story. It is a feeling that can only be felt, and not easily written in words. I am simply not capable, so forgive me, I will not respond in the normal style.

Thank you greatly for the story Zen, it has brought about some very interesting ideas. Thank you for the review, i'm glad you liked it!


Rated 5 / 5 stars


Let's begin, then.

It has something a bit latiny, no? I guess the guitar is responsible of the feel. I have to say, these are great guitar samples.

Well, i don't have much to say about technical stuff this time, so let's skip to the story i got.

First, when i hear the strings and clarinet, i see a wide horizon, at dawn. And when the guitar comes in, i do see the sun rising slowly, shining over the still wet grass, drying the water on the rocks, as birds begin to sing.

Here's the part where percs comes in. The animals comes out of there home. Many rabbits family jumping here and there. The sheeps guided by the sheperd. Little kitties playing in front of their mom. Doggies trying to catch the ducks swimming in the river. Just below the ducks, some fishes swimming quickly as if they were racing. In a house, mama spider is angry; she has to remake her web, since it has been pierced by the rain.

Many people already rose to begin their tasks. Doing the washing and stretching out the clothes. The baker is putting the bread in the oven. The peasants are harvesting wheat, and the boys carry the bags to the mill. After that, the boys would meet their friends and play.

Doesn't it seem like a normal day? Maybe, but isn't it what we call... freedom?

That's it, it's the whole story. I have nothing to add. You got a 5 from me, my good sir ^_^!

PS: i have released "the Pope", i encourage you to take a listen.

MaestroRage responds:

I loved the detail you put in that description Deflektor. The imagery related to the animals were well written, and I could really see them playing about. Especially those kittens! God I love kittens.

A normal day for them, but man... I would love to be a part of that day, a part of that freedom!

Thank you for the review Deflektor, i'm off to your page right now! I'm glad you liked it ^^


Rated 5 / 5 stars


I like this one. I just got an ipod, so I'm putting all your stuff on it. :P

I like the intro with the flute and the slow strings... The guitar sounds a bit off as in realism, but it's not too much of a problem. It sounds really fake during the stumming in the middle, though.

If you ever need it, I'll be willing to record some acoustic guitar parts for you.

The orchestral elements, as always, were very calming and crisp. There's an adventurous tone to the song that I really like when you get to the deeper staccato strings.

Not much else to say, nice job! I just released new song you might like, do you think you could give it a listen? :o



MaestroRage responds:

of course! I'll drop by right away!

The guitar strumming does lose it's realism doesn't it? See I don't know how to play the guitar, and so I do often lose the realism. It's not unknown that guitar players would laugh at me.

"You can't play that! J00 SUX!". After having my face stuck in ":(" mode a couple hours, I get back at it anyways.

If you could give me any tips concerning the guitar I am all ears.

Thank you for the review cornand! I'm glad you liked it!


Rated 5 / 5 stars


Would be good in a game.

MaestroRage responds:

and it will be :D, just need to fix up the ending.