On the modest scale, Social media has crept into our presences quietly and without much fanfare.
Mohammad Saeid Moala, a talented Iranian musician, singer, and sports coach, today announced a thrilling new venture. With a multifaceted background in martial arts, coaching, and music, Mohammad Saeid Moala is ready to showcase his diverse talents and make a significant impact in the industry. As an accomplished kickboxing and fitness coach, Mohammad Saeid Moala has trained numerous athletes, instilling discipline and empowering them to reach their full potential. His dedication and expertise have earned him an international coaching certificate, demonstrating his commitment to excellence. In addition to his coaching accolades, Mohammad Saeid Moala is a gifted musician and singer. He began composing instrumental songs at the young age of 17, and his passion for music has only grown since then. With a captivating voice and a unique musical style, he captivates audiences with his soulful melodies and heartfelt lyrics. Mohammad Saeid Moala's announcement signifies a new chapter in his already remarkable journey. Combining his love for sports and music, he plans to create a harmonious fusion that will inspire and uplift listeners. By infusing his coaching principles into his music, Mohammad Saeid Moala aims to motivate individuals to push their boundaries and achieve greatness in all aspects of life. In his own words, Mohammad Saeid Moala states, "I am thrilled to embark on this exciting endeavor where I can combine my passions for coaching and music. Through my songs, I hope to inspire others to pursue their dreams and overcome any obstacles they may face." Looking ahead, Mohammad Saeid Moala envisions a future filled with creativity and growth. He plans to release more original music and collaborate with other talented individuals in the industry. Furthermore, he aims to expand his coaching platform globally, reaching a wider audience and making a positive impact on aspiring athletes worldwide. For more information about Mohammad Saeid Moala and his upcoming projects, please visit https://www.mohammadsaeidmoala.com. https://g.co/kgs/Pg6v1U
Miami based music artist Chief Flame, who's an affiliate of Kodak Black was seen on Florida World Star today after he allegedly bought his new female artist an $8 thousand dollar GOLD GRILL. Fans are now saying that she's more than just his artist.đ
Check out the podcast Eagle Harp if you love retro music. Retro music is very exciting, and the podcast host talks about the retro music. You can hear the podcast at https://www.spreaker.com/show/eagle-harp
Do you like songs that have meaning? Do you like a song that tells a story? Maybe you know the story just hearing the tune or music. That is what Multi-Tunes is all about. https://www.spreaker.com/show/multi-tunes_1
I knew that I probably wouldn't become a radio disc jockey star. Nevertheless, music was deeply rooted within me no matter what, and I kept on dreaming not knowing what the future would someday bring. https://www.spreaker.com/show/cat-bear-the-red-panda-audio-station
Ali Afshar, Professionally Known as Black Scorpion Music, is an Iranian Music Producer,Composer And Audio Engineer. Ali was born in karaj, on 26 December 1985, and studied law at azad university tehran. He started releasing his own Instrumental Music on all streaming platforms such as Spotify, Apple Music, Itunes, Deezer, Tidal, Amazon Music, Boomplay, Youtube Music and other music websites and platforms in early February 2018. Ali creates a real and fantasy story behind each pieces and tries to present the audience as a film. (Sudden Stop In The Skull Station)  Overview : Full Name: Ali Afshar Nick Name: Black Scorpion Music Born: December 26, 1985 in Karaj, Iran Nationality: Iranian Years Active: 2012 - Present Education: Azad University Tehran North Branch Genre: House music, Trance music, Electronic Height: 1.85 m Weight: 92 Kg Black Scorpion Music - Santorini Black Scorpion Music - Sniper Black Scorpion Music - Diamond Black Scorpion Music - Highway Black Scorpion Music - Password Black Scorpion Music - Night Storm Black Scorpion Music - Shadow Black Scorpion Music - Hypnosis Black Scorpion Music - Savage Black Scorpion Music - Countdown Black Scorpion Music - Kingslayer Black Scorpion Music - Penthouse Black Scorpion Music - High Heeled Black Scorpion Music - Quantum Black Scorpion Music - Fingerprint Black Scorpion Music - Matrix Black Scorpion Music - Morphine
Ali Afshar, Professionally Known as Black Scorpion Music, is an Iranian Music Producer,Composer And Audio Engineer. Ali was born in karaj, on 26 December 1985, and studied law at azad university tehran. He started releasing his own Instrumental Music on all streaming platforms such as Spotify, Apple Music, Itunes, Deezer, Tidal, Amazon Music, Boomplay, Youtube Music and other music websites and platforms in early February 2018. Ali creates a real and fantasy story behind each pieces and tries to present the audience as a film. (Sudden Stop In The Skull Station)  Overview : Full Name: Ali Afshar Nick Name: Black Scorpion Music Born: December 26, 1985 in Karaj, Iran Nationality: Iranian Years Active: 2012 - Present Education: Azad University Tehran North Branch Genre: House music, Trance music, Electronic Height: 1.85 m Weight: 92 Kg Black Scorpion Music - Santorini Black Scorpion Music - Sniper Black Scorpion Music - Diamond Black Scorpion Music - Highway Black Scorpion Music - Password Black Scorpion Music - Night Storm Black Scorpion Music - Shadow Black Scorpion Music - Hypnosis Black Scorpion Music - Savage Black Scorpion Music - Countdown Black Scorpion Music - Kingslayer Black Scorpion Music - Penthouse Black Scorpion Music - High Heeled Black Scorpion Music - Quantum Black Scorpion Music - Fingerprint Black Scorpion Music - Matrix Black Scorpion Music - Morphine
Dr Sandesh Lamsal is a well-known social media influencer from Nepal. Recently, he was seen sharing the screen with popular Nepali singers Raju Pariyar, Khuman Adhikari, Arjun Sapkota, Shanti Shree Pariyar, Laxmi Khadka and Apsara Oli in the music video entitled "Batti Panasma" feat. models Bikram Nepali and Reshma Subedi. The video premiered on "Panas Films" Official YouTube Channel has gained about 250K views in 1 month along with lots of positive comments and feedback from the audience. While talking with the production team, we came to know that Dr Sandesh Lamsal was invited by the singer Khuman Adhikari for the guest appearance. Khuman Adhikari further added, "It's a matter of pride that the young and new generation's internet sensations are actively supporting and promoting Nepali folk and traditional songs. Nepali Music Industry will always be grateful for such kind of support from the new generation influencers and internet celebrities." While another popular Nepali singer Raju Pariyar, who has given voice to more than 15,000 Nepali songs commented, "Nepalese Internet celebrities like Dr Sandesh Lamsal are the face of Nepali Music Industry in the very near future. The interest and dedication which he has shown towards Nepali Folk Songs are very appreciable." He further added, "We want to see more talents like Dr Sandesh in Nepali Music Industry." Dr Sandesh Lamsal has a huge fan base on Instagram (@Sandesh.1994). He is the first Nepalese Male to hit 1 Million on Instagram. Similarly, his fan base on Indian Social Media Platforms Like MOJ, JOSH, CHINGARI, CHANGA, etc can't be underestimated. Dr Sandesh Lamsal is frequently seen promoting Nepali culture, tradition and language in India through his verified pages on these platforms.
Iam the Pianist and a business man. A worshipper and musical director. A producer, A professional sound engineer. I am a husband and a father.
If a man is to shed the light of the sun upon other men, he must first of all have it within himself. â Romain Rolland Because of a rare but serious illness, I had to stay home for nearly a year⌠In the half-dreaming, half-awake haze of my illness, I saw black and white architecture outlining a Chinese ink wash painting, rendered layer by layer. Loneliness and the fear of the future, at times hesitant, at times plaintive, but always restless inside of me, drove my mood into a deep trough. The days of recuperation in my hometown were more difficult to bear than the days in the hospital. Only my grandpa and his flute accompanied me throughout those miserable days. Every dawn, Grandpa sat near me, and the crisp sound of his flute woke me gradually from sleep like a silver bell. I rose slowly and pushed the wooden window open, letting the breeze of the wind gently stir his face. The leaves outside rustled in the wind, as if they were accompaniment for Grandpa's music. The golden line of the sun sprinkled through the morning fog, giving the cold body some warmth. Looking over, I saw that Grandpa's arms had opened like a soft, beautiful arc. His fingertips danced on the bamboo cylinder, and his lips nearly kissed the flute's opening. Instantly, the clear and robust notes sounded and filled every corner of the room. The melody expanded and collided with the surrounding eaves, rocks, flowers, and trees, reverberating and revealing its boldness. One day, I told Grandpa the confusion in my heart. âShouldn't the music of the flute be melodious, soothing, and soft? Why can't I find the sweet tone in your music, instead of such a vigorous feeling?â Grandpa didn't answer. He just silently lifted the flute again, placed it on his lips. Breathed in, breathed out⌠The sun was already high. The sunlight pierced through the accumulated smog in the dawn like a sharp sword. I felt shrouded by a near holy light, from the deep soul of the inquiry. A gentle smile floated on the corner of Grandpa's mouth. He said quietly, âBeethoven once said that âmusic is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend.' Different people playing the flute will use it to give different interpretations of life.â Then Grandpa shrugged; although he was in his 70s, he showed that the vicissitudes left by the erosion of time couldn't stop the breath of life in him. He said to me, âGrandpa wants you to know, how can there be no hardships in one's life? Plain sailing is just a wish. We must carry our load honorably before fate's final curtain.â Then, I remembered stories told and read about my grandpa. Back in the days of the cultural revolution, when he was in his twenties, he endured, bore, and withstood pain. He had attended Tsinghua University. Then, because the area was invaded by Japan, three schools (Peking University, Tsinghua University, and Nankai University) moved to Yunnan and became a combined school called Xi'an Union University. When Grandpa arrived, there was absolutely nothing of use. The students started constructing and building the classrooms themselves. For food, they were self-sufficient, and ate the food they grew. After finishing school, he joined the army, fought in campaigns, and participated in reform movements. Wars, turmoil, upheavals, crusades, disasters, revolutions, reformations⌠He had completely undergone that era. He suffered from but weathered the misery, tribulation and distress. If he hadn't, there wouldn't be my father and me, nor the peaceful dwellings for my family and the work sufficient to sustain us. He experienced the unrest and left us with the most glorious homeland. And how did he stand the agony? Just by the way he reacted to life. He always had rays of sunlight inside himself, and was willing to shed the light on others. I felt in my soul a deep stirring toward life. Maybe I could be more optimistic about my life and my future. Maybe the sound of Grandpa's flute had opened my mind and my heart. I thought back to the story of Beethoven, one of my heroes. In 1827, as the storm and lightning accompanied each other, Beethoven, at death's door, raised his dry arms and waved to the sky as a final struggle. The moment his life ended, it had an ultimate meaning: he didn't just wait for the Reaper's scythe to fall; he showed that the battle goes on as long as the heart is beating. In that moment of my reverie, the image of Beethoven's arm hitting the keyboard of the piano suddenly coincided with the sound of Grandpa's flute, and I realized that if you go through enough oceans and seas, you will never be afraid of streams and rivers. Grandpa's flute inspired me to keep going. To cease to struggle means you cease to live. Even when occasionally challenged by fate, keep in mind that the rays of the morning sun can break through the darkness; remember to say to Fate, âSo what?â
I had been reviewing concerts and theater for five years before the pandemic and it had become a pattern of my life. The pace was frenetic â with three or four performances to cover each week and turning in reviews as fast as possible, usually the next morning after a very late evening. In late February 2020 there was a concert I had been asked to review. It was modern music and some of the composers were young musicians from my town whose work I had never heard. I started to find out as much about them and their previous work as I could. The concert was disorganized. The organizer had neglected to copy programs and when I finally received one hot off the photocopier, I saw that the program had changed somewhat. It had billed a performance of Pauline Oliveros' Rock Piece as a Philadelphia premiere. That was blatantly incorrect. First of all, I had already heard this piece twice in Philadelphia. Secondly, I think the piece is totally absurd and dreaded having to endure it. It may have been brilliant when Pauline Oliveros had her original idea and wrote the piece in 1979, but the newness fades after you have heard it once. She instructed performers to hand out two rocks to each member of the audience and ask them to choose a rhythmic pattern and stick to it while their neighbors pick other patterns and do the same. When you experience it the first time, it is fun and slightly challenging to resist copying your neighbor's rhythm. The second time, it feels silly. This was my third time, so I was recalcitrant, but determined not to spoil it for anyone who had not experienced it. The organizer wanted us to fade out our rock beating and allow the following piece to fill in the void. We crashed at the end, several people unsure of how to stop: slow down, fade out, or what? Tap, silence, crashâŚgiggle. Finally, the expert musicians playing the subsequent piece entered the void left by our awkward fishtailing. How could I review that shambles? I wrote: If you have never heard Rock Piece, you might enjoy your first opportunity to beat rocks together, but by the time you are handed rocks again for the next performance, you may sigh like a kindergartner asked to repeat an easy task. I did not challenge his claim that his concert was the Philadelphia premiere as I thought that would have been a bit mean. I did say we did not do a good job of setting up the atmosphere for the commissioned piece that followed: âWhat happened was a bit of a train wreck as the audience refused to stop clicking their rocks when the commissioned premiere began.â The rest of the concert was great and I reviewed it in positive terms and high praise, but the organizer was furious. He commented: âI suspect Ms. (Reviewer) was the kindergartner who can't take direction in this equation.â He went on to berate my lack of knowledge and competence and added that this is the twenty-first century (ignoring the fact that the piece in question was written in the previous one). His irate words really stung me and felt like an attack of my person rather than of my review. He added biting phrases like âone can only lament the halcyon days when a credible, respectable, reviewer would put in even the smallest effort to inform themselves of the music they were about to hear.â The attack felt so threatening and diminished my self-confidence so severely that I simply stopped writing reviews. It mattered little as there were so few performances after Philadelphia and so many other cities went dark on March 16, 2020. I began to explore other options for writing â delving into other areas relating to music, but in light of historical events rather than live performance. Two years later, I was asked to review a concert with a premiere by another composer commissioned by my aggressive detractor. I accepted, thinking I needed to face the monster once and for all. I looked up everything I could to prepare myself â and that is saying a lot as I spend an excessive amount of time on research before I review a concert. Soon after it was published, I received a forwarded email from my editor. The composer whose piece I had reviewed was delighted with my positive review and asked if I would review a compact disc of his compositions. A feeling of calm fell over me. Anyone might object to how I perceive their music, but that does not mean I should hide from them. It would be more productive for me to embrace their remarks and learn from them. I have taken time to reread my detractor's comments several times recently and I now see that if I want to continue reviewing, I should be prepared for reactions â not outwardly, but inwardly. Now that we are having more performances and I have started to review them again, I feel much stronger than before. I am accepting fewer assignments and spending more time trying to polish the reviews I accept.
This is a story of meeting the girl I know as my sunflower, who grew and filled a hole in my heart I didn't think could be filled. At the time, I was still coming out of a relationship with my previous girlfriend of 3 years. Yeah. Big change and a lot of pain. I was depressed plain and simple. She sat in front of me in the wind ensemble I was a part of. I spent most of my days staring at the back of her head. The few times I saw her without her mask on in the room, I found her to be beautiful. She was so far beyond that to my eyes. Due to the fact I didn't know her, we didn't talk for the longest time. Some higher power must have interfered. That is my only explanation for the sudden failure of my friend's gall bladder that resulted in surgery. Don't worry, she's fine. Her surgery did however give away a crucial duet part that this lovely girl in front of me played with my friend. I had a similar enough instrument and ended up playing the part. Flute Girl, as most people do, actually had a name. Sabrina played the duet at the beginning of Solas Ane by Samuel Hazo. I joined her on a low saxophone transposition, and the music made together was beyond perfection. Our music intertwined, connected, and met in the air. The twisting chords were similar to two angelic beings flying in perfect synchronicity. The music was heartbreak, hope, love, and joy. Everything that made life worthwhile compressed into a form of sound you could reach up and touch in the air. Some people mention love at first sight. I experienced love at first note. Every practice session we had brought our souls closer and closer together. The time came for the concert and we were still uncertain how we felt about each other because we hadn't really spent all that much time together. Dear reader, that night at the concert? I have never, in my nine years of music education, felt more in tune with someone. The first notes of the duet began with us together. Every practice we held hadn't even come close to the sheer power I felt from our unity. We didn't just make music, I fell into her sound and she fell into mine. As we played, our notes held one another and rejoiced in the company of kindred souls. We kissed without ever touching and we held on tight to an auditory love that had never graced the ears of man. I knew at that moment that we had to be together.
Podcast transcript: Good afternoon! I'm Gail Nobles, and we have come to the New Retro. The song I'm about to play reminds me of the story of split personality. There's a good side and there's an evil side, and we don't want the evil side. We don't want our personalities split. The title of the next song is â The Ballad of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hydeâ by Taylor Casey. .. https://www.spreaker.com/user/gnaudio/dr-jekyll-mr-hyde-by-taylor-casey-9-16-2