2027年度全日本吹奏楽コンクール課題曲決定〜 ⭐️ウインド・バンド・ネオン／姫野 七弦 ⭐️行進曲「パルナッソス」／後藤 元信 ⭐️アルメリア／長生 淳 ⭐️Ascending the Snowcapped Peaks／R.シェルドン いろいろ楽しみだ✨

Girl we're in a heatwave this is not snowcapped 😭 come back early spring or dry winter

polite Haunting Part 16/h; Ok Overgr1own paths wound between crumbling meditation domes and roofless halls covered in vivid graffiti —mandalas, peace symbols, lyrics, and portraits of the Fab Four. Monkeys scampered across the structures. The air carried the damp scent of moss, old stone, and wild jasmine. Far below, the Ganges murmured endlessly, as if still humming the melodies born here. “This is where it all began for so many,” Marina said softly, her fingers brushing a wall layered with decades of art and longing. “In 1968, the Beatles came here seeking deeper truth with Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. They lived simply, meditated for hours in these very huts, walked these same paths. In this wild silence they wrote much of the White Album .. ‘Blackbird,’ ‘While My Guitar Gently Weeps,’ and especially ‘Dear Prudence.’ The song wasn’t just a gentle call to Prudence Farrow, who was lost in deep meditation and wouldn’t come out. It became something larger .. a philosophy of radical self-allowance. *Come out to play. Greet the brand new day. You are beautiful exactly as you are. You are already part of everything.* The Beatles were saying: stop forcing, stop hiding, stop earning your right to exist. The light is already here. Open your eyes and let it in.” She led him inside one of the larger, roofless meditation halls. Morning mist clung to the pillars like forgotten mantras. “I came here years ago too, lost and desperate. I sat in a dome like this for hours, trying to force peace into my chaos. Instead I simply cried until I was empty. The place held me… but its gift was only the first crack in the shell. My real return happened somewhere else.” Arvind listened, sensing the strata of collective and personal memory in her voice. They lingered, letting the ashram’s wild, artistic energy wash over them .. ghosts of 1960s spiritual hunger still humming beneath the vines and murals. Someone had painted the opening lines of “Dear Prudence” in flowing script across one wall. Marina paused before it, reading the words aloud under her breath like a living invitation. The words felt less like 1968 nostalgia and more like an open call still echoing through the hills — permission to stop striving and simply *be*. After a while she took his hand. “Come. There’s another place I want to show you. The one that truly saved me.” They left the Beatles Ashram behind and followed a narrow stone path that climbed steeper into the hills above Rishikesh. The trail wound through ancient sal trees, over exposed roots and weathered rocks. Monkeys watched from the branches. The cool air grew sweeter with wild jasmine. As they walked, the faint melody seemed to follow them on the breeze, carrying the philosophy higher. Eventually the forest opened onto a small, secluded hilltop ashram — a world apart from the famous ruins below. No crowds, no graffiti, no echoes of rock-star fame. Just a handful of simple whitewashed buildings gathered respectfully around a majestic old peepal tree. Colorful prayer flags fluttered gently between its branches. Beyond the clearing’s edge, the entire valley unfolded in pure silence: the silver ribbon of the Ganges far below, green forests, and the distant snowcapped Himalayas now glowing rose gold in the rising sun. This was her true sanctuary. Twice a week at sunrise, Marina taught gentle yet profound yoga here under the peepal or on the open stone terrace. Students came not for spectacle, but for the quiet depth she offered — a homecoming to the self. She stopped at the edge of the clearing and simply stood, letting the place embrace her. Arvind saw something profound move across her face: deep recognition, almost reverence. The look of someone standing at the exact doorway where she had once been reborn. She walked slowly to the peepal tree and rested her palm against its ancient, furrowed trunk. The leaves stirred as if in answer. #InkByi TBC

さて。最後、Ⅳですね。 Ascending the Snowcapped Peaks：直訳で雪冠の峰々への登攀 わーーーーすげぇーーー！！！！ こりゃとんでもないのが来るぞ、49年ぶりの海外作曲家の方ですけれども、曲名が既にとんでもオーラを放ってるもん。 純粋に1つの吹奏楽曲として楽しみたいわこれ。絶対かっけぇよ。

Slow down and watch the land breathe. Clouds drift, the muskeg greens, spruce and pine stand tall, and ancient mountains rise from the horizon. Even in the temperate rainforest, the sun does shine! Last week we were treated to sunny skies and warm temperatures on a glorious early-June day. #TimelapseTuesday Video description: A muskeg with sparse stunted vegetation, now green in summer growth. Spruce and pine trees rise in the distance, snowcapped mountain ridge on the horizon. Fluffy clouds gently form and reform above these peaks on a sunny, blue sky day.

2027年度吹奏楽コンクール課題曲が決定!! 第36回朝日作曲賞 姫野七弦「ウインド・バンド・ネオン」 入選 後藤元信 『行進曲「パルナッソス」』 委嘱 長生淳「アルメリア」 ロバート・シェルドン「Ascending the Snowcapped Peaks」 #吹奏楽コンクール　#課題曲　#発表 #第36回朝日作曲賞　#2027年

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