On 10-FEB-2018, Icelandic musician and film score composer Jóhann Jóhannsson passed away at the young age of 48.  Words are still failing to describe the atmospheres his music created and the depths in which I would be lost within them.  I was able to attend two concerts that came through MN over the years and must now be content with their lasting impressions.

  • 6/30/2009 at the Southern Theatre
  • 5/8/2010 at The Cedar

Of the 15 albums and musical scores I have had the privilege of listening to, these are my favorites and ones that provide inspiration when writing or putting an end to the day.

  • And in the Endless Pause There Came the Sound of Bees
  • Arrival
  • Englaborn
  • Orphee
  • The Theory of Everything

More information and complete music catalog is on the official website at: http://www.johannjohannsson.com

When I see the evening sun
gracefully fall into the forest

and the last rays sweep across the sky
I hear the slow progression of cello and violin

as the music makes room in me for these rare
moments and feelings of peace.

I have been down that road
many times in this life

hoping that what is unknown and unseen
would change, a different result would be waiting

but after years of chasing shadows
and fleeing from truths steeped in stars

I found you waiting beneath the setting sun.

In the quiet moments
free of our internal conversations
and struggles, the world around us
opens and we hear a song born
beyond our vision, carrying with it
memories of the first light,
of the origin of ourselves.

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When the nearest stars are observed
and the furthest ancient light is discovered
we see what became the past far removed
from the beginning.

If we remove ourselves from physical bonds
and trivial thoughts, what used to be feeling
transforms into knowing that what is felt and tasted
is no different than the first particle sent into the void.

If we allow the light and dark matter
to return back to us, to remind us
of our own beginning we see and
hear the music of energy and motion.

If we extend our imagination
and slow the waves of energy
we see infinite colors and
and the building blocks

of a concept still mystifying
the child standing in awe in the empty fields.

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I lost my breath in the empty field.

Lost in the blinding snow.

Thrown over the mountain tops.

In the silence I heard winter’s song.

I ran across the iced field in near darkness

my bare feet light and swift as I cast

no shadow and left no trace.

I ran across the iced field until it gave way

to the infinite valley filled with the missing sun

and I fell slowly and forever into the

sun as my body and mind separated.

From across time I sang winter’s song

at every breath.

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Recently I discovered the wonderful music of cellist Zoe Keating. She is a champion of the arts and independent musicians. On February 19th, her husband passed away from cancer. With her music filled with such emotion and expansive energy, listening to it now has a new light.

Self described 80s synth pop, EDM, and classical piano.  I listened to a couple of songs on the website and like what I heard.  Looking forward to more and a few hours to close my eyes and let the music carry me away.
http://colortheory.com