INTERPRETATIONS

Aug 01

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Swing Low

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Aug 01

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One Minute More (MYCST Remix)

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INTERPRETATION: ONE MINUTE MORE

We’re psyched we got our fingers on these stems. Thank you to our buddies at Capital Cities.

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Aug 01

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On Raglan Road

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INTERPRETATION: ON RAGLAN ROAD

Dug deep into my family past.

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay –
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay –
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.

Dug deep into my family past.

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare…

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Songs My Mother Taught Me

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INTERPRETATION: SONGS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME

Charles Ives believed in the power of interpretation. There are countless perspectives to look at a single melody line from. One might be smooth and gentle, while the other rigid and chaotic. How a melody line is interpreted is also entirely subjective. This piece is our tribute to Charles Ives’ philosophy on music and what he did with it. Original lyrics by Antonín Dvořák, interpreted by Ives, then interpreted by MYCST.

Charles Ives believed in the power of interpretation. There are countless perspectives…

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Eidéponmyg Nos. 1, 2, 3

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INTERPRETATION: EIDÉPONMYG NOS. 1, 2, 3

The Eidéponmyg Series: Our interpretation of the Gymnopédie piano pieces by Erik Satie, made in 1888. The pieces defied what was expected of most classical musicians of that day – something we were greatly inspired by.

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Jul 28

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One Minute More (MYCST Remix) (instrumental)

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INTERPRETATION: ONE MINUTE MORE (INSTRUMENTAL)

We’re psyched we got our fingers on these stems. Thank you to our buddies at Capital Cities.

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Jul 28

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Swing Low Hypocrite Theme

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INTERPRETATION: SWING LOW HYPOCRITE THEME

Uncle Wallace Willis was a Choctaw freedman

living in the Indian Territory, in what is now Choctaw County, near the city of Hugo,

Oklahoma. His dates are unclear: perhaps 1820 to 1880.

He is credited with composing several Negro spirituals.

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Jul 28

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Swing Low Happy Theme

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INTERPRETATION: SWING LOW HAPPY THEME

Uncle Wallace Willis was a Choctaw freedman

living in the Indian Territory, in what is now Choctaw County, near the city of Hugo,

Oklahoma. His dates are unclear: perhaps 1820 to 1880.

He is credited with composing several Negro spirituals.

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Jul 28

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Swing Low Main Theme

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INTERPRETATION: SWING LOW MAIN THEME

Uncle Wallace Willis was a Choctaw freedman

living in the Indian Territory, in what is now Choctaw County, near the city of Hugo,

Oklahoma. His dates are unclear: perhaps 1820 to 1880.

He is credited with composing several Negro spirituals.

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Jul 28

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Songs My Mother Taught Me (instrumental)

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INTERPRETATION: SONGS MY MOTHER TAUGHT ME (INSTRUMENTAL)

Charles Ives believed in the power of interpretation. There are countless perspectives to look at a single melody line from. One might be smooth and gentle, while the other rigid and chaotic. How a melody line is interpreted is also entirely subjective. This piece is our tribute to Charles Ives’ philosophy on music and what he did with it. Original lyrics by Antonín Dvořák, interpreted by Ives, then interpreted by MYCST.

Charles Ives believed in the power of interpretation. There are countless perspectives…

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Uncle Wallace Willis was a Choctaw freedman

living in the Indian Territory, in what is now Choctaw County, near the city of Hugo,

Oklahoma. His dates are unclear: perhaps 1820 to 1880.

He is credited with composing several Negro spirituals.

We’re psyched we got our fingers on these stems. Thank you to our buddies at Capital Cities.

Dug deep into my family past.

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay – O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay – When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.

Dug deep into my family past.

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew That her dark hair would weave a snare…

…that I might one day rue; I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge, The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay – O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say. With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay – When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.

Charles Ives believed in the power of interpretation. There are countless perspectives…

The Eidéponmyg Series: Our interpretation of the Gymnopédie piano pieces by Erik Satie, made in 1888. The pieces defied what was expected of most classical musicians of that day – something we were greatly inspired by.

We’re psyched we got our fingers on these stems. Thank you to our buddies at Capital Cities.

0125,electronic, interpretation, lib, lightning in a bottle, eclipse, capital cities, cc, constellation, stars, space, sky, dub, dubstep, electro, electric, high energy, intense, pop, radio, cover, remix, stems, california, anthem

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Uncle Wallace Willis was a Choctaw freedman

living in the Indian Territory, in what is now Choctaw County, near the city of Hugo,

Oklahoma. His dates are unclear: perhaps 1820 to 1880.

He is credited with composing several Negro spirituals.

Uncle Wallace Willis was a Choctaw freedman

living in the Indian Territory, in what is now Choctaw County, near the city of Hugo,

Oklahoma. His dates are unclear: perhaps 1820 to 1880.

He is credited with composing several Negro spirituals.

Uncle Wallace Willis was a Choctaw freedman

living in the Indian Territory, in what is now Choctaw County, near the city of Hugo,

Oklahoma. His dates are unclear: perhaps 1820 to 1880.

He is credited with composing several Negro spirituals.

Charles Ives believed in the power of interpretation. There are countless perspectives…

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On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay –
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay –
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.

On Raglan Road on an autumn day I met her first and knew
That her dark hair would weave a snare…

…that I might one day rue;
I saw the danger, yet I walked along the enchanted way,
And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped lightly along the ledge
Of the deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion’s pledge,
The Queen of Hearts still making tarts and I not making hay –
O I loved too much and by such and such is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind I gave her the secret sign that’s known
To the artists who have known the true gods of sound and stone
And word and tint. I did not stint for I gave her poems to say.
With her own name there and her own dark hair like clouds over fields of May

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet I see her walking now
Away from me so hurriedly my reason must allow
That I had wooed not as I should a creature made of clay –
When the angel woos the clay he’d lose his wings at the dawn of day.