Chats With Girls on Self-Culture (Classic Reprint): Eliza Chester
Alto et trois clarinettes
DescriptionFeaturing songs by the renowned composer and master of the prepared Piano Volker Bertelmann, AKA Hauschka, Solo Pieces is a wonderful compilation of some of his most beautifully engrossing and hypnotic compositions, as well as some fantastic illustrations and writings.A unique figure in the contemporary classical world, Hauschka´s works defy categorisation while remaining uniquely effective. Known for his prepared Piano pieces, Hauschka writes that he considers the Piano a keyboard, string and percussion instrument, thereby opening its sonic possibilities to include diverse timbres, tones and textures. Some songs in Solo Pieces are for natural Piano, but others include instructions on how to prepare your own Piano, using everyday materials like foil, greaseproof paper, rubber wedges or erasers.The spirit of Solo Pieces is experimentation, something that Hauschka has always embraced. You don´t need to prepare your Piano, or you could use different materials to create a unique performance of the work. Some of the pieces like One Wish feature wonderfully metallic buzzing sounds that complement the changing dynamics of the piece, while others like Early In The Park have unique tinkling percussive effects, adding completely new facets to the already evocative melodies. Far from being simply a collection of Hauschka sheet music, this book is a wonderfully inviting publication, featuring introductory words from Hauschka on his inspirations and processes, as well as notes on his favourite materials throughout. Also included are interesting pieces like short stories, letters and fantastic sketches that are fitting for a personality and artist like Hauschka. This book of Hauschka sheet music is ideal for fans of the inventive composer, but also pianists who looking for some new and unique music to play.Solo Pieces by Hauschka is both a collection of excellent Piano pieces and an aesthetically pleasing publication that celebrates great music.Brooklyn Chat Noir Early In The Park Femme Assise Flingern Heimat Mount Hood One Wish Sehnsucht Zahnlücke
DescriptionA selection of original music from the ´Three Colours´ movie trilogy, arranged for Solo Piano.SonglistA Chat In The UndergroundDo Not Take Another Man´s Wife IDon´t Fall AsleepFashion Show IFashion Show IiFinaleHome At LastMorning At The HotelOlivier´s Theme - FinaleOn The WislaSecond FluteSong For The Unification Of EuropeThe Battle Of Carnival And Lent IiThe Party On The WislaVan Den Budenmayer - Funeral Music
D ESCRIPTION: After an ugly divorce, Reagan doesn't trust of men, and unwilling to let them get close, only has sex with each man she meets once. Frustrated with men, she calls her twin sister, and together they decide to go after young men. Already a member of a hookup site, Reagan searches through profiles of boys, and chatting with one, invites him over. Opening the front door wearing heels and a smile, she's shocked to find her son staring at her. EXCERPT: Flinching when the tablet dinged, signaling an incoming instant message, Reagan brought the chat window forward. Clicking on the message, a small window opened, and reading the words, Reagan smiled. I like wild cougars digging their sharp claws into me. I’m young and hung. Interested? Reagan’s fingers hovered over the tablet a minute. Might be. I’m on the hunt for worthy prey. How old are you? 22. and you’ll find me worthy prey… I fight back. MMM. I like a challenge. brb, I wanna look at your profile. I’m 42. Perfect. Take your time, ma’am. I ain’t goin’ anywhere. Scrolling through various pics of the young man’s hard, thick, enormous cock, Reagan licked her lips, and liking his ripped chest and muscled legs, she sighed. New text messages from other young men popped up in the chat window, but sure she’d already found the right one, Reagan ignored them. Her heart racing, Reagan’s fingers tapped letters on the tablet. Is that thing loaded with more than one bullet? Yes, ma’am. Most times… it’s a six shooter. Hmm. I like a man that can shoot more than once, gunslinger. Then I’m your man… and I reload quick. How’s your stamina? The first time, my gun shoots fast, but after that, it takes a while to pull the trigger. Wanna fuck me tonight? I want all six bullets. Oh, yeah. Your body is smokin’ hot. Just like my mom’s. God, I really wanna fuck her. Ooh, you’re a bad boy. I like bad boys. I dream about fucking my son almost every night. He’s your age. Nice. Pretend I’m your son. Seeing his message, Reagan’s blood grew hotter and she moved her hand to her pussy, massaging her folds. Mom likes it rough, son… really rough. Can you give me that? Mom, I’ll take you hard. Fuck, son. You’re making mom wet. When can you be here? Gotta shower. Will ten work? I’m free all night. Works for me. Son, if you fuck mom hard, I want you to stay ‘til morning. I’ll drill your pussy deep, mom… you’ll ask me to stay. Give me your address. Reagan sent him the address and typed a new message. No names. Tonight, I’m mom and you’re my son. Reagan’s fingers tapped against her thigh as she waited for her young man to respond. A minute later, and worried her message didn’t go through, she finally typed. '???' Another forty-five agonizing seconds elapsed before a message popped into the window. Got it, mom. I’ll be there at ten. Great. Son, when you get here, I don’t wanna talk, just fuck me. Anything in particular you want mom to wear? Open the door wearin’ nothing but heels. You said you just wanted to fuck. Why waste time? Ooh. Just heels, I like it. Don’t forget, son… mom wants it rough. I’ll give you what you want. Gotta run. See ya at ten. Can’t wait, son.