Ken Ziegler | Water Wheel

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Water Wheel

by Ken Ziegler

contemporary jazz instrumental piano, percussion & chamber orchestra
Genre: Jazz: Jazz Fusion
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  Song Share Time Download
1. Twelve
4:23 album only
2. Water Wheel
4:02 album only
3. Perca Mundo
0:41 album only
4. Piano Tapestry
3:45 album only
5. Anniversary
3:02 album only
6. Procession
3:37 album only
7. Star Cluster
2:32 album only
8. Tiger Chimes
2:58 album only
9. Red Panda
5:06 album only
10. Cats Dancing
3:07 album only
11. Return to Water Wheel
4:32 album only
12. Waiting (for Katara)
3:31 album only


Album Notes
intruments: upright bass, shakuhatchi, winter bells, water wheel, perca mundo, piano, violin, tiara blues, french horn, wind, cymbals, cello, flugle flute, vibes, oohs & ahs, andes flute, crotales, timpani

music: twelve, eleven...nine, eight...cycle & play
harmonic overtones sparkle above symphonic water wheel
perca mundo
piano tapestry cascading, hands intertwine, change rhythms
anniversary: our tenth
procession: Peruvian birds to African rhinos,
rhythms of the forest intensify,
then silence as each approach
water wheel harmonics return in a star cluster,
spiraling through the night sky
tiger chimes: Asian cat approaches;
shall we respect her with ceremony
or quickly exit her presence
red pandas coon to a diatonic scale;
winds swirl as flutes through branches of their homes
cats dancing, as the neighborhood sleeps,
felines sleek out to dance & play
return: full cycle through the large wooden wheel,
black swan approaches
waiting: we know she's coming;
she may be about to be born,
but we can do little to embrace our Sichuan daughter
prior to the destined time



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Billie Hulick

This above average CD got me through the day and then some.
I listened to this CD while visiting Mini-Golf Center and Arcade in Burbank, CA. I started the first song right before I got to the gate, but part of it was interrupted when the doorman told me I was too old to come inside without kids- I convinced him my kids were already inside and he let me in.
My wristband let me take any ride as many times as I wanted. I was already super high and waiting in line for the logride, which was a drag because the sun seemed to come out and it was really hot. I skipped back and forth through the songs until I came to FLUGAL FLUTE, which pretty much set the tone for the day. It took awhile to pick up, but by the time I was all wet- and I mean SOAKED (the back of my shirt, the front of my t shirt, and the bottoms of my pants, the CD was still playing, and it was all about the flugal flute in every direction I was thinking. I was cold and shivering by the time Water Wheel came on, which turned me into a different mindset. It was like a bee got inside the piano, but instead of sting, it just started nudging and coaxing the strings to produce sonic honey. By now, I was peaking and instead of being in the line for the bumper cars, I was in the bathroom. I don't know how long I'd been in there for, but I was listening to Tiger Chimes- the thing was I noticed there was no TP but I used some from the waste basket. The music was definately relaxing and smoothed out the rough edges. I didn't even have to think about it, I just did it, whereas normally I might have reached in but only after I'd given it some thought and had reached the end of my rope. That song was ending but I put it back on flugal flute before I opened the door. There was a line of people waiting to get in and some of them gave me a dirty look.

Next was the arcade- I played the game where you try to hammer the mouse that comes up out of the hole. I was listening to the song Anniversery, but I couldn't hit sh-t,
so I put it back on Flugal Flute. This time it didn't help- it seemed like the mouse things or whatever they were supposed to be were laughing at me and I was missing them every time. I didn't know I was hitting the thing so hard but other people were looking at me, and finally I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was the manager, who asked me to leave. I was looking at him, but couldn't keep my eyes open because the light was hurting them.

He led me somewhere and I thought we agreed I could go back to the bumper cars, but the door shut and I was out in the parking lot.

I really liked the CD, it got me through some rough times, and definately gave me a sense of perspective for the evening. I am only sorry I didn't get to some of the songs about the animals, which sounded good when I skimmed through them.