The Four Seasons by Antonio Vivaldi, one of the most significant composers of the Baroque era, stands as one of my most cherished pieces of music. Born in Venice, Italy, the composer's work has held its place in the hearts of humanity for centuries, and nowadays, it is…
Why do human beings sing? What do they feel when they sing? What relevance do the lyrics have to this sentiment? Unquestionably, when we sing, we leave an impact on others, we form empathetic bonds, and we engage in a powerful act by socialising. Singing takes its place…
An era or a historical period is usually defined by dates, yet because change and transformation often progress more slowly than observed or recorded, defining and understanding them tangibly can be difficult. This holds true for musical history and genres as well.…
Bombs do not rain peace / Do not believe their thunder / They spill blood, they take lives, / Barbaric is their core, their substance / Their origins and their legacy.
Evening has fallen. / I sit in the corner of my solitude / I have grown fond of the stillness of the night / My head reaches toward the sky, / Gazing at the stars, / Embracing the Milky Way, / That is how it all began.
Music has travelled from prehistoric antiquity down to the present day, enduring profound transformations and developments along the way. We can find music woven into the fabric of every culture, old or new. When embarking on a journey into prehistoric times, is it truly…
The autumn crocus is a flower in love not with the exuberance of spring, but with the sorrowful, serene rhythm of autumn. While everyone else celebrates the awakening of nature, it raises its head from the soil in that quiet season when everything fades away and leaves fall.…
Can a human being live without dreaming? Amid the roar of crowded cities, as we carry on rushing to get somewhere without ever knowing our true destination, what would we do without songs? This is how I poured out my soul; I wrote, I created music. Otherwise, I couldn't have…
I remember the day this song first began to take shape as if it were yesterday; a storm was raging inside me, and I honestly don't know what I would have done if I hadn't let my emotions pour out through a melody. Years have passed since that day. I didn't stop. I walked on.…
"Fleeing the terrifying traps of affections / Fleeing from being a mother, from being a wife / Arriving at the loneliness of strange shoes in the cities / To the crimson light upon the mountains" (Gülten Akın)
