Bio
Owen Vaughan Hanner
Celtic Harp, Piano, Guitars, Flutes, Zithers, Voice, Percussion
Coming soon!
Coming soon!
Coming soon!
I play for events,
write soundtracks and backing music,
teach intuitively to all ages,
record as a session musician
play for personal sessions.
I welcome you to get in touch with me via the contact page!
Bio
Owen Vaughan Hanner
Celtic Harp, Piano, Guitars, Flutes, Zithers, Voice, Percussion
Music has called me all my life, as has all beauty, for it speaks a truth beyond telling, amidst all else so fleeting. How unreal our stories seem to me when beauty fills my moment with its eternity.
Being partially blind since birth would suggest an affinity for sound, but that’s not why it calls me. Music outspans the sensory, it belongs to the essential.
Listening to music is a mirror that harmonises its subject: transforming the listener as it shows life more beautiful, wild and intact than we knew.
A burst of vibrancy to restore the lifeline, retwine the surface with the source, where nothing was ever lost and all is still pristine.
I feel vast currents of energy flow through my fingers, as my hands make their gestures on the harp. Strings in the right hands will unweave heartknots in the hearer, dissolving the tension of ages, lightening the load.
Or hands that strike on drum and keys, shaking out the stagnancy. For music stirs what needs to move, and stills what needs to calm.
Musical hands form spontaneous mudras, coding subtle weather into the air that will awaken heartseeds in the ready (as per the player’s subtlety and skill).
The breath learns depth (& heights) in flute-playing, to say nothing of the alchemical fire when I sing and let go. Singing uses my whole being and makes of me a vessel of transformation.
Whether making or hearing it, it’s a sea dissolving stone: wave on wave of music’s fluidity eroding fixed identity. Leaving you free.
At first glance, it seems music is everywhere. But at first listen, we know the synthetic everywhere and the real almost nowhere. Even many live musicians only aspire to replicate, rather than open themselves to the infinite cascade of living melody, harmony, rhythm that life is.
It’s that cascade I seek: and I play most for those moments when flight is possible. I know how healing and transformative it can be for many. I only know because it is happening to me too.
When the music is truly alive, it becomes:
A bridge to silence, as needed as silence itself.
The replenisher of compassion and wisdom.
Stillness speaking, silence singing.
The human expression of the unsayable (as everything is, but especially music is).
Or better still, the human expressed by the unsayable.
A lovesong from time to eternity — whose fragile fleeting expression is itself the eternity to which it sings.
Echoes of the first day.
Reflecting beauty’s own form, unrippled by the winds of mind.
A fire in which hearts ignite, and the human dream burns brighter.
Every music-induced revelation expands the human dream as tendrils expand the forest.
For music shapes imagination, which shapes the paths of action and to where our world inclines.
When a sapling is bathed in light, we can imagine its joy and affirmation — for we are the same when touched by Beauty.
May beauty and purity water us, so that we unfold our full potential.
May music’s essence reveal to all. Life’s secret: naked beauty.
As birdsong sings the dawn awake, so human song steers light to break on as-yet-unseen horizons.
There’s no greater time to support your chosen Artists. Through what we play, the world may learn to dream again & our notes may speed the healing so sorely needed in this world.
At any rate, that aim I give myself to.
At so many crisis points in history, at the edge of despair, a song breaks through the dark like first rays of morning light.
Whilst we are open to song, darkness will never engulf this world.
May real music now outshine the synthetic haze of artificially darkened days. Song is the essence of this planet, free, wild & beautiful — unreplicable — and the music will break through.
I play for events,
write soundtracks and backing music,
teach intuitively to all ages,
record as a session musician
play for personal sessions.
I welcome you to get in touch with me via the contact page!
Bio
Owen Vaughan Hanner
Celtic Harp, Piano, Guitars, Flutes, Zithers, Voice, Percussion
Coming soon!
Coming soon!
Coming soon!
I play for events,
write soundtracks and backing music,
teach intuitively to all ages,
record as a session musician
play for personal sessions.
I welcome you to get in touch with me via the contact page!
Bio
Owen Vaughan Hanner
Celtic Harp, Piano, Guitars, Flutes, Zithers, Voice, Percussion
Music has called me all my life, as has all beauty, for it speaks a truth beyond telling, amidst all else so fleeting. How unreal our stories seem to me when beauty fills my moment with its eternity.
Being partially blind since birth would suggest an affinity for sound, but that’s not why it calls me. Music outspans the sensory, it belongs to the essential.
Listening to music is a mirror that harmonises its subject: transforming the listener as it shows life more beautiful, wild and intact than we knew.
A burst of vibrancy to restore the lifeline, retwine the surface with the source, where nothing was ever lost and all is still pristine.
I feel vast currents of energy flow through my fingers, as my hands make their gestures on the harp. Strings in the right hands will unweave heartknots in the hearer, dissolving the tension of ages, lightening the load.
Or hands that strike on drum and keys, shaking out the stagnancy. For music stirs what needs to move, and stills what needs to calm.
Musical hands form spontaneous mudras, coding subtle weather into the air that will awaken heartseeds in the ready (as per the player’s subtlety and skill).
The breath learns depth (& heights) in flute-playing, to say nothing of the alchemical fire when I sing and let go. Singing uses my whole being and makes of me a vessel of transformation.
Whether making or hearing it, it’s a sea dissolving stone: wave on wave of music’s fluidity eroding fixed identity. Leaving you free.
At first glance, it seems music is everywhere. But at first listen, we know the synthetic everywhere and the real almost nowhere. Even many live musicians only aspire to replicate, rather than open themselves to the infinite cascade of living melody, harmony, rhythm that life is.
It’s that cascade I seek: and I play most for those moments when flight is possible. I know how healing and transformative it can be for many. I only know because it is happening to me too.
When the music is truly alive, it becomes:
A bridge to silence, as needed as silence itself.
The replenisher of compassion and wisdom.
Stillness speaking, silence singing.
The human expression of the unsayable (as everything is, but especially music is).
Or better still, the human expressed by the unsayable.
A lovesong from time to eternity — whose fragile fleeting expression is itself the eternity to which it sings.
Echoes of the first day.
Reflecting beauty’s own form, unrippled by the winds of mind.
A fire in which hearts ignite, and the human dream burns brighter.
Every music-induced revelation expands the human dream as tendrils expand the forest.
For music shapes imagination, which shapes the paths of action and to where our world inclines.
When a sapling is bathed in light, we can imagine its joy and affirmation — for we are the same when touched by Beauty.
May beauty and purity water us, so that we unfold our full potential.
May music’s essence reveal to all. Life’s secret: naked beauty.
As birdsong sings the dawn awake, so human song steers light to break on as-yet-unseen horizons.
There’s no greater time to support your kindred Artists. Through what we play, the world may learn to dream again & our notes may speed the healing so sorely needed in this world.
At any rate, that aim I give myself to.
At so many crisis points in history, at the edge of despair, a song breaks through the dark like first rays of morning light.
Whilst we are open to song, darkness will never engulf this world.
May real music now outshine the synthetic haze of artificially darkened days. Song is the essence of this planet, free, wild & beautiful — unreplicable — and the music will break through.
I play for events,
write soundtracks and backing music,
teach intuitively to all ages,
record as a session musician
play for personal sessions.
I welcome you to get in touch with me via the contact page!
© 2020-23 Owen Vaughan Hanner
Photography by Alexandra Sticher and Kate Priestley
Thanks to J & D @ oraclegirl
And to all who have believed in and supported this music.
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