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 has left re-hab but now he has to fill those sober hours with something, so he has taken to people watching, but like everything in his life he has become addicted to it, listening in on there private conversation as he follows them, watching…
thought,, id try doing something for valentines day so i chose two Beatles tunes,, amazingly (or not) i found them very difficult for me to personalize, ,,hope all you lovers have a good day and enjoy
We decided to let Elvis back out of the cellar to record this one as he has been whining and whinging for weeks now to have another go. So here it is for 3.42 minutes Elvis is back in the building.......The music is one of Elvis's own karaoke…
Reg has just gotta get on gone, he wants to move out from his old lady's into reg's place where it's happening, what with Elvis in the cellar and his visiting friends jammin all night, Reg is almost living there anyway. So now he has decided to…
Reg has been dancing on the scene and started drinking again, this freedom he wanted so badly is harder than he thought. But he'll get through it.........
Previously released as "a little moon music", Here, used as the background for a video i made in Oct of Great White Sharks http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iX5R3lrxmYs
This is not the typical Discovery Channel version, here i saw the more languid…
Hi Rich, I have no special knowledge of the type "I was on a sound technician, " or something like that. I, however, since childhood (and still) listen to a lot of music, different kind of. And so when working on the next compositions I'm usually already know what I want to get (or, I think I know:-). Knowing this, I pick the appropriate instruments, tools and software. Details, if you really want, by email.
This song was inspired from all the snowstorms we have been having this winter, another on the way tonight.....I decided to prog it out for this one....prog-rock.....lets bring it back.
An unusual traditional tune from the first Scartaglen album way back in 1984. Going through stuff the other day and ran across the LP and couldn't even remember the tune or having recorded it. I played guitar on this track
Lions and Tigers and Bears. Are dancing, right within the Void (by way of Martin Silenus, The Poet)
~For Svetlana, my only love~
Note: The music presented here is composed and handcrafted without use of additional devices/midi, mostly on…
There are times, moments, sounds, shadow falls that take us to and bring us back to magical times in our lives,,,Something in this piece by Johnny Mercer & Henry Mancini,, can pull me in so many different ways,,, it's always been a favorite…
The circus is leaving, for good. Adults are happy (oh, at last they were gone!). Children are unhappy (there was a lion and clown, acrobats and candy and ... all that!). Ahh...
~You'll not believe, but: nothing lasts forever. Lollipop even~
My first attempt at a Blumlein or Mid/Side recording. This one is actually a mid/side recording as I used a directional mic in combo with a figure 8 ribbon mic set at 90 degrees from the main mic. Thanks to Pat Broaders for the loan of the ribbon…
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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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~And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil~ (Sound to watch girls by. Perhaps)
~lovely tune out there in the ether, where we slowly circled in the dance~
We 're in home studio hall, gliding through the alonetone Here he is - reminder Kevin :-), from Texas. Oh, great it is! ~Dreaming a dream~
...and if I sin listening to this song on Saturday, eh? Listening...
Wow! Well dude, now you're shareholder, too.
Of course you know that the full name of Neil - Neil Leslie Diamond. That's why they were there with Elvis, and here's why ... and also, ...
but I still feel sorry for Delo...
~he'll get through it, hell-distilled~
Hi Rich, I have no special knowledge of the type "I was on a sound technician, " or something like that. I, however, since childhood (and still) listen to a lot of music, different kind of. And so when working on the next compositions I'm usually already know what I want to get (or, I think I know:-). Knowing this, I pick the appropriate instruments, tools and software. Details, if you really want, by email.
Sandy's personal Le Noise, in low key.
Je dirais - bleu clair, mais si vous insistez... Great song - looking forward to the rest of for RPM, Doug.
The voice, yes, perhaps, and courage, too - I like, really. P.S. Few vintage reverb - and then ... (huh?)
~Slow landscapes of eternal winter~ "Eternity" - this is the exact word that Kay had to lay out of pieces of ice to the Snow Queen. To be free.
~In ancient ages we drank (a bit, of course) and danced by candlelight~
I do think I will return to it, to listen again, again...
~Revelation on the six strings~
The Circus is back in town - all good things always comes back, right?
It is one of my favourite Merser's theme (and: do you remember how sincerely sings its Andy Williams?). Thank you Richard.
... now we know - clowns just pretended, to scare kids. And in fact they are - good! :-)
~guitarra - ella como persona, ¿no?~ ...and: Thank you, Kirk, I know - you're grateful listener.