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Do you believe that dreams can predict the future? How reliable would you be as an eyewitness? A dancing marimba melody suggests images of gradual decay, artistic processes, or hesitant decisions.
The petite chiffchaff is surprisingly determined when it comes to building its nest. Using moss, grasses, and small twigs, this discreet and cute leaf warbler builds spherical nests for its offspring. Documentaries on bird-related and other nature topics are given a special sophistication by this expressionistic, abstract composition.
This relaxed track oscillates between easy listening and gentle acoustic pop. It gives travel magazines and cooking shows a summery glow.
There's not much going on in the new outdoor enclosure for the pachyderms today. A baby elephant looks sleepily at the few visitors on this hot summer day, while an unused old tire swings almost unnoticed in the occasional light breeze. Relaxed jazz with walking double bass.
The spices recently purchased at the weekly market are ready, the knives are sharpened, and the vegetables are washed. Let's get started—just in time for the start of the daily afternoon cooking show, which supports eager amateur chefs with recipes, tips, and tricks like a patient Michelin-starred chef.
Amidst the bustling clatter of pots and lids, a race against time unfolds in the restaurant kitchen. Jazzy bass lines for busy activity and haute cuisine.
Minton's Playhouse in Manhattan, 1949: Beads of sweat drip from the forehead of a double bass player who is silently counting down the bars until his solo begins. Breathless bebop bass.
Palm trees sway in the breeze, caressed by the moonlight shining through the palm fronds. A hammock gently rocks in the tropical breeze. Far away in the distance, the faint sound of the euphoric cheers of people celebrating at a beach party. Dreamy electric bass solo with floating synth pads.
Deep in sleep, the nose of an old tracking dog suddenly smells an unexpected delicacy. The local butcher's delivery van has roared past, on its way to the knacker's yard, its cargo hold full of slaughterhouse waste. Bluesy.
Sweltering heat, hot air shimmering above the scorching asphalt. The ticking of an old grandfather clock stretches the seconds until the sun finally sets. The notorious gang of thieves scout out a possible entrance to the historic museum, which is filled to the rafters with precious art treasures. Waiting, hesitant, alert.
