Oscar Rocchi's Magic Keys, from 1977

I saved the best for last.

One more in the rare library records series I've entertained for the last one and a half weeks, the last one, and for me the greatest of them all so far unavailable-- until this day.  This is truly a magical masterpiece of 70s instrumental songwriting. I've posted stuff from Oscar Rocchi before as you can see if you use the label of his name there on the annoyingly large right margin (which I gave up on some time back for fear of being swallowed by it), but nothing comes anywhere close to this. 

I love this record to death, and indeed I would die with it.  Playing next to me, rowing me gently into the afterworld.  It's probably my favourite library record, one of my favourite albums of all time.  It has all the emotional resonance and evoked feelings that are like a brand new world, but a familiar one, a nostalgic one, a beautiful world created out of nothing but with everything in it: lakes of fish and sunshine and beautiful fields full again of the butterflies I used to chase in childhood.  Just listen to those dreamy spacey keyboards gently evoking some long gone beautiful picnic with all the happiness of a first love, a sweet childhood summertime crush:





Nor do I understand how he manages to get those electric keys to sound so incredibly dreamy, as if they were Rhodes being heard played from inside a dream:





And the whole album is of the same caliber.  In fact I was surprised that some of his other library records were inferior in most respects to this one, but you can only have one Mt. Everest.  His presumably incomplete discography is here.

Sit back, listen, and think of the heights of beauty the seventies could attain sometimes. 
Magic keys indeed, keys to the heart.