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 👀
Another one from my ambient crackpot series.
This features two instances of my new instrument the Novaphone 340 Imperial. A grand name for a grand instrument (Xylo just didn't do it justice).
The first Novaphone is playing three samples…
A micro-tonal piece made using one instance of the Novaphone 340 ("Imperial") playing 3 piano samples from SoundIron's "Emotional Piano 2.0".
The samples were sequenced using a MIDI keyboard using the Novaphone Micro-8 scale (1/8 semitone per…
I would have added: as a result of sound pierced through and through, and go somewhere further on. I turned it on full blast in the studio and seems distant neighbors nervous. I hope they were worried about the meaning of life, as I do now. Here it is - The Result, Matt.
Sometimes the past in which you felt successful and strong, reminds of fragility of life. It's a sign of that you are in a point of transition and you should make a choice. Or the choice will be made for you. For me.
~for Geoffrey~
That's Jeoffrey, as he is. I like him, honestly. Not sure what you'll find a lot of musicians who compose and sing such a sincere and open the song. That's why.
~The Moon's Renegade Son~
Sadly, an unfinished track I recorded about the time I ran out of money. Back when I was writing four or five tunes a day. Played guitars, mandolin, keyboards, and I'm guessing it's my original keyboard drum and bass parts that I did at home…
12-string requires a greater sense of space, because it is, in fact, work with the orchestra sound (instead of more "focused" 6-string = black&white). And you got it. Now is the time to draw a picture, in color :-)
P.S. My favorite 12-string master - Ralph Towner, ECM, I listen to him often.
Here's proof. Proof that things are a bit mysterious in my studio.
Late last night my Bass Cajon all of a sudden decided to start accompanying me on its own - without me touching it. At first I thought that some apparitional bass player had…
Reg stood by the mirror and peered in at himself, he didn't recognise who he saw, the image that peered back out at him didn't resemble who he thought he was and it shook him to his core.............because he thought, he, the man he recognises…
...and after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you, and Reggy one...
God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do.
Forward! - he cried from the cellar
and the front rank died... (curtains)
(PF/DSOM, relaxed)
~timeless~
Rhythms of modern life, which comes from the environment and force us to follow, are often (let say, always) does not correspond to our inner rhythms. First, we do not have time to stop, think, or simply do nothing. Then when we…
I do not think that the Snow Queen will weep forever - no. She is The Queen, not a human woman or so, she will act, thru the ages (how? - that's the question. We'll never know). Ahead of her - eternity. Forever. Or so.
Just a simple humble ditty, one of a handful I've been playing on the piano lately.
I haven't been in the mood to do much recording in the last months — or more specifically, haven't been in the mood to flesh out and arrange tunes. So this…
> WHEN THE SUN SHINES THRU
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> The moon is a hole in a canopy blue
> A hole in the sky where the sun shines thru
> The sun shines thru, The sun shines thru
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> The scientist will tell you that I've got it all wrong…
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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Wind, cold wind right here, with echoes of nothingness - that's where the trick, but not "filtering", Matt, even if you... I think so.
I would have added: as a result of sound pierced through and through, and go somewhere further on. I turned it on full blast in the studio and seems distant neighbors nervous. I hope they were worried about the meaning of life, as I do now. Here it is - The Result, Matt.
...same for me, Trevor.
~Midnight Rider, you swam in the dark, in the sky. You can't hear...~
~Mandalay Golden Bells~ The question is not how to catch a goldfish, but what to do if you caught it ... ~road.still.going.on~
After such a long road, who will save me, who will support the faith in me in everything good? ~dissolution 4~
That's Jeoffrey, as he is. I like him, honestly. Not sure what you'll find a lot of musicians who compose and sing such a sincere and open the song. That's why. ~The Moon's Renegade Son~
~Sparlingtronics~
I will be short: timeless, Doug. Wanna lay down with a solo here, ya...
12-string requires a greater sense of space, because it is, in fact, work with the orchestra sound (instead of more "focused" 6-string = black&white). And you got it. Now is the time to draw a picture, in color :-) P.S. My favorite 12-string master - Ralph Towner, ECM, I listen to him often.
...drummer, in the rhythm of his own, decidedly takes height... Easy for me to say. I wasn’t there :-)
...drops, slightly at first, then more; in no particular order, by themselves...
Isn't enough, bro. Sing your opera 'till...
...and after all we're only ordinary men. Me, and you, and Reggy one... God only knows it's noz what we would choose to do. Forward! - he cried from the cellar and the front rank died... (curtains) (PF/DSOM, relaxed)
Well, I would put it more precisely: the novice conductor. Budding, novice conductor Reg. That in itself not bad :-)
I do not think that the Snow Queen will weep forever - no. She is The Queen, not a human woman or so, she will act, thru the ages (how? - that's the question. We'll never know). Ahead of her - eternity. Forever. Or so.
Tron slowly comes off, overtakes, closes the sky. ~Heavy decline~
~Introduction to what will be~
~They're all will tell you that I've got it all wrong but I know how it all happens~ P.S. Hey, you're great american, really.
~listening to the quiet water, still water~