This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
igor,,, there is something about the soul or music from your native land,,, that has always surpassed// amazed my inner self,, that,,, hard to say,,,,,is soooooo beautiful and touching,,, once again well done friend r
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
..they recently moved in, watched telly, so-so, and... a neighbor, according to the old-fashioned custom, decided to go with the cake, get to know them and all that. Who'd have known?
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
They were watching the world go by from the living room window when suddenly one drops behind the settee shortly followed by the other....one says to be other In a whisper ........"Theres someone at the door"......"you answer it "..."no you do it "...."no."...."well look out the window then"...."it's the Avon lady "...the Avon lady pressed the door bell ....and time stopped inside the house....was she heard by the two acid heads hiding behind the settee.........there was no answer .....she walked away......as they trembled
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
The amazing thing, Trev, is that it is impossible to discover the forgotten, we can only try, and then, if successful, you will receive a "recollection of memories", also different from one time to another. That in itself is interesting, but sometimes it has nothing to do with reality, as I understand.
Note: I write this from the train, from Berlin to Hamburg.
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
Reg is back in love the broken heart has healed and he wants to tell the world .........
ONLY YOU (Lyrics)
I surrender my life
I surrender my dreams
I surrender my thoughts
Because it’s true i love you
I love only
You are the sun…
New one from me. It's ended up as a bit of a "crying into yer beer at Bob's Country Bunker" sort of song lol...
I've been sat on these lyrics in some form or another for absolutely years. I first wrote them one very dark night a few years after…
Reg's little homage to Elizabeth Taylor who passed away today, the piano is a little dodgy and the lyrics and the singing in parts as i'm following my dodgy playing, it will have to be revisited but i thought i'd share anyway as i would forget…
~Reg has no reason to afraid of Virginia Woolf anymore, she was gone. He is sadly quiet. Me too~
P.S. I'm ready to try writing the piano/organ/strings part here (not sure it'll be so dodgy as you did but...), let me know how.
P.P.S. Cleopatra...
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
"Luna":
Ir, nunca volver al viento sur...
Ni dejar marcas de arena o rastros.
Yo estaré bien en la marea.
Luna, guía mis pasos
encauzados por lágrimas de mar.
Ir, nunca volver al viento sur, perfecto y frío
Surcaré grises cuerpos…
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
To Richard (with thanks for listening btw):
...well constructed: No, I almost do not use MIDI, this is a live recording from one of my local concerts, Yamaha Clavinova, and the second part is same live recording, but with live switching to Yamaha Clavinova / Rhodes.
...two different pieces: here it is presented as it was played (as one piece, in two parts). At a local album that I released, it was in two pieces, one after another, without the 2 seconds pause. A small problem of net-music is that it became difficult to release a concept album as me, a composer, has designed it. So here I've put this play in such a "pristine" (say - original) form
Some effects, as well as the sounds of the summer forest from our countryside house, were appended to the record later, when mixing. For ~the mood~
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
Poor old Reg he cant figure it out!! ........ since he's been listening to his self help tapes to stop drinking he has never got any money and he just doesn't understand it, he keeps working coming home relaxing to the tape........... then when…
I really wanted to play this one nicely, but every time i pressed 'record' and started to play, i made a mistake... so, after many tries i just decided left it like this (for the moment, at least...)
I hope you like and/or enjoy this one.
Recording is always difficult. For example, I always keep one of Logic ON and it writes and writes ... But always ready. And I do not think about to press record and stuck. Spontaneous playing sometimes better, more natural.
Reg had some dodgy fish and entered the arena of the unwell which is why he has not been seen for a few days now. He has been to that place where the mind takes you, where you are in the arena of dream because the mind will not let you sleep…
Reg went to a funeral of an old friend the other day. He then went for a drink in the cellar and got chatting with Vincent Price and Elvis about life being just a game that you couldn't win no matter how well you played . Reg started jamming over…
Reg has been reading the papers this afternoon and his a little worried about the big wide world so he's gone down cellar to have a chat with Elvis and between the two of them they came up with this little number......It's what they had to do…
---We have not noticed how they began the war against all, against friends, against neighbors, against themselves. So what do we do to keep the big wide world? Really just do not say goodbye?---
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igor,,, there is something about the soul or music from your native land,,, that has always surpassed// amazed my inner self,, that,,, hard to say,,,,,is soooooo beautiful and touching,,, once again well done friend r
Absolutely gorgeous & so moving. w;-)
Nicely done mate great playing.
Beautiful, pensive yet inquisitive. Love your stuff, sir.
I feel i know the stranger a little better now.........
Beautiful.
Wonderful music.
A higher musical consciousness. Meditative.
Magnificent performance Igor. One of your best.
Life itself is a waiting, if you try to plan it. What if you do not plan, but just to live?
Absolutely gorgeous! w;-)
someone once said (R. Hinelin i believe) waiting is becoming.......most beautiful friend
That was beautiful Igor.
..they recently moved in, watched telly, so-so, and... a neighbor, according to the old-fashioned custom, decided to go with the cake, get to know them and all that. Who'd have known?
They were watching the world go by from the living room window when suddenly one drops behind the settee shortly followed by the other....one says to be other In a whisper ........"Theres someone at the door"......"you answer it "..."no you do it "...."no."...."well look out the window then"...."it's the Avon lady "...the Avon lady pressed the door bell ....and time stopped inside the house....was she heard by the two acid heads hiding behind the settee.........there was no answer .....she walked away......as they trembled
to drorkesser: it is a delay with "tail decay".
Nice ... is the background keyboard or an infinite (type) reverb?
...and thank you all for listening, brothers.
The amazing thing, Trev, is that it is impossible to discover the forgotten, we can only try, and then, if successful, you will receive a "recollection of memories", also different from one time to another. That in itself is interesting, but sometimes it has nothing to do with reality, as I understand. Note: I write this from the train, from Berlin to Hamburg.
Wandering backwards in memory at an alarming pace to discover the forgotten to remember that you wanted to forget
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~from moments to moments~
~thin tunes out of only twelve notes...~
~ Only you can make this world seem simple Only you can make the darkness darker In order to better see ~
What remains, what will be - don't write down but to remember, but to sing. Live with them and with them go...
~briefly and clearly~
~Reg has no reason to afraid of Virginia Woolf anymore, she was gone. He is sadly quiet. Me too~ P.S. I'm ready to try writing the piano/organ/strings part here (not sure it'll be so dodgy as you did but...), let me know how. P.P.S. Cleopatra...
~and everything under the sun is in tune~ (Waters)
~The sound is before the word, and music prior to language~ (R.H., The Poet)
Bienvenidos, mi querido maestro Kirk :-)
~...wears a hat. And also sings well, incidentally~
~From tragedy to comedy is just one step, and sometimes not. Oddity~
To Richard (with thanks for listening btw): ...well constructed: No, I almost do not use MIDI, this is a live recording from one of my local concerts, Yamaha Clavinova, and the second part is same live recording, but with live switching to Yamaha Clavinova / Rhodes. ...two different pieces: here it is presented as it was played (as one piece, in two parts). At a local album that I released, it was in two pieces, one after another, without the 2 seconds pause. A small problem of net-music is that it became difficult to release a concept album as me, a composer, has designed it. So here I've put this play in such a "pristine" (say - original) form Some effects, as well as the sounds of the summer forest from our countryside house, were appended to the record later, when mixing. For ~the mood~
~Light music for meditation before, during and after the meal~
Miniatures, usually is the quintessence of momentary mood and / or impulse of the soul. This one is ...
~Thou don't feel anything, don't feel, don't ... And then thou wake up - and ...!~
Recording is always difficult. For example, I always keep one of Logic ON and it writes and writes ... But always ready. And I do not think about to press record and stuck. Spontaneous playing sometimes better, more natural.
~on the day Reg was born, Elvis was out catching an enormous uncatchable fish, using his wedding ring as bait~
~Fifteen men on a dead man's chest~
~The Steadfast Tin Soldier~ Wonderful tiny piano piece.
---We have not noticed how they began the war against all, against friends, against neighbors, against themselves. So what do we do to keep the big wide world? Really just do not say goodbye?---