Oboe,Piano - Level 1 - Digital Download SKU: A0.935492 Composed by Kazys Daugela. Children. Score and part. 4 pages. Kazys Daugela #6210067. Published by Kazys Daugela (A0.935492). First Concert Solos for the Young Player. It is easy and more enjoyable to focus on this piece of music that you can play with imagination. What advice would I give young musicians, so they will always love playing music: 1.Always try to play with ease, 2.Release any and all tension, 3.Your music will flow if your body feels free, 4.Think about breathing, and use the least amount of effort to execute a phrase, 5.Learning a musical instrument enhances these skills and uses your head, as well as your heart, 6.Making music will always enrich everything you do in life.

Oboe,Piano - Level 1 - Digital Download SKU: A0.935498 Composed by Kazys Daugela. Children. Score and part. 4 pages. Kazys Daugela #6210089. Published by Kazys Daugela (A0.935498). First Concert Solos for the Young Player. It is easy and more enjoyable to focus on this piece of music that you can play with imagination. What advice would I give young musicians, so they will always love playing music:1.Always try to play with ease;2.Release any and all tension;3.Your music will flow if your body feels free;4.Think about breathing, and use the least amount of effort to execute a phrase;5.Learning a musical instrument enhances these skills and uses your head, as well as your heart;6.Making music will always enrich everything you do in life.

Small Ensemble Bassoon,Clarinet,Oboe,Piano - Digital Download SKU: A0.576454 Composed by Robert Johnson. Arranged by David Warin Solomons. 20th Century,Contemporary,Renaissance. Score and parts. 19 pages. David Warin Solomons #26513. Published by David Warin Solomons (A0.576454). Arrangement for wind trio and piano of a romantic sad song by Renaissance composer Robert Johnson The original words are as follows: As I walked forth one summer's day, To view the meadows green and gay A pleasant bower I espied Standing fast by the river side, And in't a maiden I heard cry: Alas! alas! there's none e'er loved as I. Then round the meadow did she walk, Catching each flower by the stalk Such flow'rs as in the meadow grew, The Dead Man's Thumb, an herb all blue; And as she pull'd them still cried she: Alas! alas! there's none e'er loved as I. The flowers of the sweetest scents She bound about with knotty bents; And as she bound them up in bands She wept, she sigh'd, she wrung her hands; Alas! alas! alas! cried she, Alas! alas! there's none e'er loved as I. When she had fill'd her apron full Of such green things as she could cull, The green things served her for her bed, The flow'rs were the pillows for her head; Then down she laid her, ne'er more did speak; Alas! alas! with love her heart did break.