G Minor | Vol. II, Issue 5
Reminds me of the Legend of Zelda. This is a compliment.
From Wiki page: McCloskey describes Cascadia as "a land of falling waters”. <-- And that is what it sounds like to me! Rain, dew soaked rainforest, hazy mist... you’ve transported me from the frozen North!
great stuff as always!
Love how you capture the muted joy of constant rain that I think only Pacific Northwesterners can appreciate.
Listening on a really grey and bland day in PL. Somehow yet again you managed to lift up my mood and make me loosen up a little bit
* by the number of times I've relistened to this piece, it looks like it's gonna be my new fave from you
Beautiful and almost haunting. I can feel it in my bone marrow.
Love the contrasting sections. It's delightful that a piece in G minor is as bright as this is. The oracle tells me you will be scoring something episodic in the future. 🔮
Beautiful textures in this piece. I want to get this in my headphones later. Thanks, Matt.
Another great example of how you're able to toe the line between feelings of brooding and hopefulness. Definitely a nice start to the year. Keep it going!
A lovely piece to slowly wake up to with my mug of tea. I’m not a morning person so every little bit helps when I’m stuck getting up before the sun to get my kids to school.
Enjoyed this. Love the subtle wind. Also, Black Dog by Arlo Parks is my jam as well! Cheers
Wow, that was really nice! I just love the muted greens in the hills at this time of year. We were just out in the woods yesterday and were treated to a pair of Pacific Wrens (which I usually hear but don’t see) bouncing along the top of a log. When I saw your piece in my app today I was excited to see what you had done ... clearly a benefit of not publishing on a tight schedule, it creates anticipation.
Exactly what I needed to start off the day, thank you Matt!
Beautiful music, as always. Currently listening at work, where it's offering a nice counterbalance to the rapid fire air traffic control chatter.
And thank you for the pictures of home! I miss the hill something fierce.