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A Fantasy

Three Pieces Inspired By Edgar Allan Poe:

Nevermore, Evil Eye, A Fantasy

Evil Eye

Produced by Jim McElwaine & Edward W. Hardy

Nevermore: Recorded & Mixed

by Grammy Award Winner John Kilgore at Kilgore Studios

Evil Eye & A Fantasy: Recorded & Mixed by Jonathan Jetter

at Right Angle Recording, New York, NY


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 "This is so amazing!! I literally heard two violins playing back to each other on certain notes you hit. Was incredible to hear your perspective of the poem. I was named after this poem I gotta repost. ✨🕷🌹  - @ravalavabanks


"Wonderful! Every time I see that particular photo of Poe it gives me a shock. My grandmother was a Poe and there is a strong resemblance in her sons. I finally was able to trace it and I’m his 2nd cousin 6X removed, whatever that means. Lol. Anyway thanks for doing this work. I’m excited to hear the whole series. You are very talented!" - Belinda Souder Kilner


"That was amazing! 👏"  - Gillian Biernat


"Beautiful obsessional rumination!" - Frédéric Collemare


"Heartbreaking Melody inspired by the poem "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe, distressing awareness that losing the beloved (or the one who would like to love, add), will never find her again (Nevermore)." Mario Guarnera


"The program opened with “Three Pieces Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe.” These solos were witty, nimble things with “Evil Eye” being the most amusing."

The Millbrook Independent 


"As you listen (to Evil Eye), here's a slight spin on Edgar Allan Poe's Tell-Tale Heart:
It's true. I'm nervous. Very, very dreadfully nervous. I have been and am, but why will you say that I am mad? This disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was my sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Observe how healthily, how calmly, I can tell you the whole story. It is impossible to say how the idea first entered my brain, but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved him. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his treasures, I had no desire. I think it was his music. Yes, it was his music. He had a violin. A pitch-black violin, that resembled the twinkling stars of a haunting nights sky. Whenever its music, his music, fell upon me, my blood ran cold. And so, by degrees, very gradually, I made up my mind to take the life of my little foster brother, and thus rid myself of his music, his gifts, his foreign talents, forever." - BroadwayWorld

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