Hot dang…

An incredible orchestrated medley of Undertale songs that resurrected this blog from the dead.  Exquisite arrangement with beautiful playing.  Toby Fox himself tweeted about it on Twitter.  

0:04 - Determination (speech intro)
1:07 - Spear of Justice
2:47 - sans.
3:32 - Papyrus (Bonetrousle)
4:32 - Bergentrückung / Asgore
5:45 - Toriel (Heartache)
6:39 - Asgore (reprise)

I have no words to say except that I love pretty much everything about this, and I highly recommend you give this a try if you like good things.  It’s a little on the longer side.  It is well worth the length.

Also the second half of the song is quite possibly my favorite Undertale performance of all time.  It’s at least top five.


The Legend of Zelda: Symphony of the Goddesses

This is only the beautiful intro
I couldn’t handle to publish this :^)

Esta es solo la hermosa intro
No me resisti a publicarla :^)


Title: Dionysiaques
Composer: Florent Schmitt
Publisher: N/A

Performed by the Cincinnati Wind Symphony.

the stammi vicino duet

Omg the composition of this piece!!

It starts with the piano solo - which has always been Yuuri’s instrumental representation.  This is also the sequence which Yuuri skates alone.  Then strings sneak in.  And when the soprano joins, so does the chamber orchestra - which has always been Victor’s instrumental representation.   So it’s not surprising that this is when Victor joins Yuuri.  

Not only that, the composers cut out the grandiose of the original (though who’s to say this wasn’t the original) song.  Gone are the full symphonies: the winds, the brass, the harp.  They’ve replaced it all with the piano, an instrument that traditionally struggles to be heard on stage.  The strings take up some of the lost sections, filling in the sound and blending with the piano.  The sound of a piano and small string ensemble will never be as awe-inspiring as a full symphony, but there is something powerful about the quietude in the piano and strings.  It’s beautiful, majestic, and private - a sound that suits Victor and Yuuri’s love.

It’s not just that Yuri and Victor pair skate on the ice.  It’s not just adding a soprano to the tenor and turning the opening song into a duet.  It’s not even the lyrics (”stay close to me and never leave me”).  Yuuri and Victor’s love is written into the very instrumentation of this piece, into every note and sound and beat.  

And when the piano and strings play their soli, crescendo-ing together into this triumphant swell.  … I’m cry.  I’ve broken.  This song killed me.


Evangelion PianoForte #1 is also on the channel!

Evangelion PianoForte #1 is similar in concept to EVANGELION WIND SYMPHONY: various songs from the original series and Rebuild rearranged for a new instrument (in this case, the piano) and performed by musicians who worked on the show’s soundtrack.

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Coming next week are the final two albums: The world! EVAngelion JAZZ night =The Tokyo III Jazz club= and OUTTAKES FROM EVANGELION (VOL. 1)!

Symphony of Wind
Brendemir Fenwick
Symphony of Wind

For a while now I’ve had the idea that I’d like to do FFXIV inspired music commissions, but until recently I couldn’t quite figure out how I’d do it, if it would work, etc. I finally decided what I’d like to do is write short, thematic pieces inspired by people’s characters.

I asked @ladyrivienne to be my guinea pig and she graciously agreed. I had her fill out a three page questionnaire (not kidding) and this piece is the result! 

I’m not quite ready yet to open up commissions (assuming people would even be interested in something like this), but I wanted to start showing people what I can do. 

Please enjoy “Symphony of Wind” by Brendemir Fenwick, written for Rivienne Marcellus.

Avalanche Lake at Glacier National Park in Montana is your perfect summer escape. Surrounded by old growth cedar and hemlock forests, the cool water of the lake takes the edge off the warmth of the sun. Marvel at the reflections in the lake and listen as the wind plays its symphony in the trees of this natural amphitheater. Photo by Tim Rains, National Park Service.

reader x newt :: newt helps you cope with depression

!! WARNING: depression/depressive thoughts

Words: 830

In this one you confide in Newt the feelings you’ve been having lately. I know depression affects so. many. of you out there (myself included), and I just want you to know that you’re not alone in this struggle, and that it doesn’t make you a burden or any less of person for having to deal with it. I know, as one of most open-minded characters out there, that Newt would be an excellent one to portray understanding on something this serious. 

Originally posted by sirredmayne

Newt pressed his forehead against the window, nose flattening against the glass. The wind outside was a symphony of shrieks and howls and the rain was angry, not a soothing downpour, but one that seemed to be whipping and lashing against the windows with all its might.

“H-how long…?” Newt said turning to you slowly.

You can’t pinpoint an exact date when you started waking up feeling chained to your bed.

“Don’t know, a couple months ago, I guess.”

Newt was looking visibly agitated. This was the most vulnerable you had ever been to him; the most vulnerable anybody had ever been to him, really. You came to him because you felt like he was the one you could trust the most (though it still felt like taking an unbelievably huge risk). He walked away from the window and began slowly pacing in circles, looking down, deep in thought.

“Could you not-” you began quietly.

“Ah…sorry. I’m so sorry. Yeah.”

He sat down in a  chair opposite you at the table and swallowed so hard you could hear it over the storm. You didn’t need someone trying to figure out how to fix you right now, just someone to listen.

“I r-really didn’t know it had gotten to this point,” his eyes flickered downward at his own hands. You noticed he was wringing them thoughtfully.

“To be honest, I had noticed you seemed a bit more tired than usual, but, really, other than that, I just didn’t know. I’m sorry, I didn’t reach out to you. I should have known.”

You managed a weak smile at him, “It’s okay. I’ve been trying to pretend like everything was okay. To others and even to myself. I thought it would go away if I could just distract myself enough,” you traced the woodgrain pattern of the table with your index finger, “but I realized none of the distractions even worked. I couldn’t even bring myself to get excited about the Occamy hatchlings.”

At this you bury your face in your hands. You thought, of all I could say to him, this might be what shuts him out, what he doesn’t understand.

He opened his mouth to say something but you pushed on, “I couldn’t feel excited for Frank to finally be going home. I can’t read any books because after three pages I lose focus and I can’t even fly anymore, my broom doesn’t even want me to fly it!” The tears were falling freely now.

“I was so worried about telling anyone. About being seen as weak. I didn’t want to let anyone down, especially you. I feel like I’m letting you down,” at this last part you looked back up at Newt.

His light eyes were brimming with honesty. Or tears. Or both.

“I’m sorry, Newt. I feel like…like I have no control anymore. I’m snapping at you and everyone, and I just burst out sobbing at any time. I can’t stop it. I have no control of my emotions,” you managed.

“No no no,” Newt said quickly, his brows furrowing, “No, please. You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing in the world.”

You both sighed almost simultaneously, the moment filled with sadness, relief, worry, and forgiveness all mixed up in one big stew.

“I’m glad you told me this. I’m glad you came here tonight and talked to me,” he said very quietly. He reached out and gently took your right hand.

“This…this is beyond my realm of expertise, but I know we can find someone who can help. St. Mungo’s…we can talk to a healer. I mean, you can. Unless you’d like me to come along.”

“I’d like that,” you say very quietly.

“Just…just for tonight…please. Please take care of yourself. Please don’t worry about a thing and I’ll, um, bring you some hot tea or whatever you’d like, and most importantly, just, please don’t lose hope. Or worry that I’m judging you, or that anybody is judging you. Because that simply couldn’t be further from the truth.”

You felt something other than sadness and nothingness for the first time in days. You felt…acceptance? Like you have nothing to hide anymore. Nothing to deny.

“I want you to be well, we all do,” he added with a little nod.


“I’ll send an owl straight away. I’ll help you figure out what you need to do. But for now, just get some sleep.”

A dull headache was beginning to set in from crying, and a newfound lightness seemed to lift your legs a little a higher to your bed. You were out almost as soon as soon as your head touched the pillow. This terrible secret you had been expending all your energy keeping for months was out. You felt exposed and resigned. You were ready to accept help, and accept that there were people who actually did want to help you.

You swear you could feel the ghost of Newt’s hand in yours as you drifted off.