It was a few strange April days in our little town of Bad Münder. The sky was low and completely filled (with clouds?), and a yellowish light spread as if from below, and from everywhere. Irene had said at the time that it must have been the wind…
It was a few strange April days in our little town of Bad Münder. The sky was low and completely filled (with clouds?), and a yellowish light spread as if from below, and from everywhere. Irene had said at the time that it must have been the wind…
...and suddenly I realise it's Christmas Eve, and it's The Day Before. Years have passed and you don't expect anything special for a long time, and at least in Lower Saxony there is no snow, at all. But the magic of the childhood is still there…
...and suddenly I realise it's Christmas Eve, and it's The Day Before. Years have passed and you don't expect anything special for a long time, and at least in Lower Saxony there is no snow, at all. But the magic of the childhood is still there…
I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday.
I continue the conversation when it's long over…
Someday there will come a time when there will be no Monday. And there will be no need to remember about work or to follow the schedules. For some, it is temporary, for someone forever.
For Anton
06.06.2021
Robert Frost - On Looking Up…
Lebenslinie (Life Line)
Life, if you look back at your own one, or at the stories of others, often seems to be presented as an ornate line. This line is trying to branch out, but since a person is indivisible, that lifeline is always one, but…
Unless of course your life is out of control and the path spirals ending the center of the island after circling for the same answer again and again and never finding it
I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday.
I continue the conversation when it's long over…
I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday.
I continue the conversation when it's long over…
I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday.
I continue the conversation when it's long over…
I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday.
I continue the conversation when it's long over…
I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday.
I continue the conversation when it's long over…
Someday there will come a time when there will be no Monday. And there will be no need to remember about work or to follow the schedules. For some, it is temporary, for someone forever.
For Anton
06.06.2021
Robert Frost - On Looking Up…
Whistling a tune, I walk up to the house and meet a cat on the doorstep. We are going to have supper, and at this time a blizzard begins. April.
05.04.2021, live recording.
Whistling a tune, I walk up to the house and meet a cat on the doorstep. We are going to have supper, and at this time a blizzard begins. April.
05.04.2021, live recording.
Goldfishes tell fairy tales to each other, slowly moving their tails and fins as if moving the air with their Chinese fans. They do not mind that we listen to these stories too. After all, everything is in there: simple joys, and emotional experiences…
This is not the same ponderous endless time being that was mentioned by someone, somewhere. But rather I touch the water lightly and expecting the circles to disappear. And again.
This is not the same ponderous endless time being that was mentioned by someone, somewhere. But rather I touch the water lightly and expecting the circles to disappear. And again.
As you age, as you improve your speaking skills and gain experience, you try to speak to others more accurately and concisely. And immediately you are faced with the problem that you have nothing to say, or with the fact that most of what is said…
Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care?
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I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
Actor: me too, Trev. There is definitely a difference in roles since childhood, but how it affects us humans is not known. Creators and users? Listeners and performers? Probably deeper. Not worse, just deeper. I wonder of how it will be for AI 👀
Kari put this backer up on Songcrafters looking for a vocal so i jumped at the chance to collborate again with Kari...Thanks Kari
November’s song w/Redler
Autumn is over, it’s now the season of reflection
Autumn is done and winter is here…
Thanks for listening .......
YOU ARE NOT LIKE ME
Some People don’t know they can’t control their dreams
They hold them back and watch them rip at the seams
If they could break away maybe one day they could see
that I am not like you…
Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care?
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I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
Actor: me too, Trev. There is definitely a difference in roles since childhood, but how it affects us humans is not known. Creators and users? Listeners and performers? Probably deeper. Not worse, just deeper. I wonder of how it will be for AI 👀
The Freedom Of The Moon
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Poem by Robert Frost
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one…
Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.
This Track was recorded a couple of years ago, and I started thinking about it because of the recent Track "dreaming" that I uploaded.
My friend Lavasir Nordrum (http://www.lavasir.no/portfolio/into-the-mendicant) somehow managed to get us…
Heres one I found on my Hard drive an experiment with Igor 2016 part of a project called mmmm I believe (Hi Igor its been a while...) anyway hope you enjoy
Invisible pearls gleam where only some have access. Sometimes a window opens and suddenly it rains, lights, and everyone sees the beautiful! For short ...
Hey,
I just improvised again this night and wanted to share what came out. Usually I'm such a perfectionist and have to get every detail right, with the effect that I don't share a lot of stuff that I do.
Here I recorded the first voice…
In the beginning there was a voice. ~Was it a voice or an echo of yesteryear?~ Was this that first voice that sometimes descends from the misty mountains in the morning? ... Am Anfang war eine Stimme...
Ukulele and vocals performed by Jazz, 12.
She's starting to write her own stuff (proud!) but just to get her in the studio for the first time, here is a cover of a song by Vance Joy.
The last party in the lunar nightclub. Moon splinters accelerate and try to scatter in different directions, away. But The Microcosm does not allow them to do this. He is in charge of microtonality. At least I feel that way ...
Still trying to figure the Kemper out....I should really start using the Noise gate on it by the sound of this but i don't have the time to do it now as i'm busy doing nothing.
Capo 1st Fret D Bm G D A X3
Bm A X4
NO PARTICULAR PLACE TO BE…
Oh, man. We are sitting on the terrace right now, doing nothing particular but listening to your song about us (Pinot Grigio a bit, too), as we now. I'm loving it, man, you know.
P.S. Dude, you are the best, as usual.
a bit of doodling turned into this .....
The clock strikes midnight and Jennys heading home
Peter, makes do with bus and he sits there on his alone
He’s Watching the streets fill with people as the the raindrops form to the glass
the falling…
The epochs are changing, the kaleidoscope of events is spinning faster and faster. The horizon of events, as the beginning of the rainbow, is not possible to reach. Which does not mean that there is no way for others.
Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
Grand piano piece for the "Magnolia Suite" album. Inspired by "Tree At My Window", the poem by Robert Frost (1874–1963).
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Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between…
"Kiwa Hirsuta was discovered in March 2005 [...] along the Pacific-Antarctic Ridge [...] south of Easter Island at a depth of 2,200 meters (7,200 ft), living on hydrothermal vents." -Wikipedia
The more you search, the more you find. Or get lost, which is sometimes the best option. Life goes on and will go on, right?
All the best to you, Kirk!
Igor
03.10.2018
another for the RPM the seeker the psychic the depressed turn to to put there life back on track.....
THE SEEKER
so your the seeker, who can unfold the dreams
can you tell me whats waiting out there in the foreseen
can you see in to my minds…
Comments on igor's stuff
very excellent work! Thank you for sharing!
Just beautiful as always
Merry Christmas be sure to go to bed early
Simply gorgeous! Thank you! Wishing a warm and lovely Christmas to you and yours.
So that’s who wrote the letter I didn’t receive I sent a telegram but forgot to write the message
Beautifully played expected like the rising sun
Unless of course your life is out of control and the path spirals ending the center of the island after circling for the same answer again and again and never finding it
I agree with the hauntingly beautiful …….you must be a ghost
Beautiful piece. A melancholy feeling.
Nicely done. Lots of emotion in your playing.
Just fabulous - stunning!
hauntingly beautiful... what a poignant and terribly sad concept you pose in the description...
Wow. Delightful. Conjures many images in my head.
To some snow cements that winter is here to stay To others a sign spring is on its way
Very nice! You kept that opening chord progression peppered throughout. Well crafted and dreamy!
Beautiful
indeed beautiful!
I could listen to this gorgeous music all day
beautiful
Actor: me too, Trev. There is definitely a difference in roles since childhood, but how it affects us humans is not known. Creators and users? Listeners and performers? Probably deeper. Not worse, just deeper. I wonder of how it will be for AI 👀
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That fleeting thing that has passed, and always passes. Let it remain a warm wave that comes from the back streets of memory.
to a haze, yeah.
Actor: me too, Trev. There is definitely a difference in roles since childhood, but how it affects us humans is not known. Creators and users? Listeners and performers? Probably deeper. Not worse, just deeper. I wonder of how it will be for AI 👀
Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.
Heavenly sounds descend from nowhere and disappear into nowhere. The voice of the poet’s soul. --Thanks for Respighi, man.
Invisible pearls gleam where only some have access. Sometimes a window opens and suddenly it rains, lights, and everyone sees the beautiful! For short ...
In the beginning there was a voice. ~Was it a voice or an echo of yesteryear?~ Was this that first voice that sometimes descends from the misty mountains in the morning? ... Am Anfang war eine Stimme...
Oh, for a year now they all turn green of this song. Me too :)) But look, no lump - you're sing the words right! 🙃
Well, you sparkle like a diamond as always, Tessa!
The last party in the lunar nightclub. Moon splinters accelerate and try to scatter in different directions, away. But The Microcosm does not allow them to do this. He is in charge of microtonality. At least I feel that way ...
Hier kommt die Katze!
Oh, man. We are sitting on the terrace right now, doing nothing particular but listening to your song about us (Pinot Grigio a bit, too), as we now. I'm loving it, man, you know. P.S. Dude, you are the best, as usual.
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Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
Fortunately, such a thing is not to be felt seems. You just become happier, thats all... not anymore... not anymore... who knows?
This "Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather" is beautiful.
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The more you search, the more you find. Or get lost, which is sometimes the best option. Life goes on and will go on, right? All the best to you, Kirk! Igor 03.10.2018
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