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 👀
This is a Brain Damage. According to the title and genre of the songs here can not be mistakes as well as "notes out of tune". Important is your enjoyment in the game, and if it was, it is our pleasure while listening. C'mon!
One of my favorites. It was recorded a long long time ago while I was a freshman at Queens College, NY. If you like it, check out my page on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Boris.Shpitalnik
Another classic recorded "back in the day" when I was just a tiny little freshman fry.. Check out my page on facebook at: http://www.facebook.com/Boris.Shpitalnik
By the way: what is this mysterious square iPods with a scroll wheel on each of its sides that you use instead of portrait? I do not remember this model from Apple ... P.S. Let me suggest that it is ... hmm ... Schrödinger's paradox box, for example :-)
...and yes - Floyd is Floyd, absolutely agree.
This is a composition from July's '96, and it could be said that it belongs to a period in which i was listening to, and composing, in a kind of 'baroque' style, very influenced by J. S. Bach. I hope you like and/or enjoy it.
.......if there not the one,should you keep looking, if so for how long...........well Reg threw Henwrench's music into the cellar and what bounced out was a song he wasn't suspecting....
Love me tender
I've been alone now seems to long…
~Puzzles, misterious, riddles~
Ghosts do not speak - they communicate with gestures, in silence. We consider them mysterious. I wonder what they think we are? What if they, as well as some of us thinks about them, to believe that we don't exist? And also what if... Oh, I think got carried away :-) Good piece, really.
P.S. I did like this - I run it on the cyclic play (I recommend to try). Drift...
View the footage with music [at youtube](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQZDRKD8oSA&hd=1)
After watching the video of the tsunami devastating the shores of Japan, I couldn't work anymore. So instead I sat down to dedicate a few hours of…
Not being particularly religious, I still believe that the soul exists and that it does not die.
The prologue and epilogue of this piece were recorded in Basilique Sacre Coeur, Paris, on March, 11th 2011.
~For those who left and those who…
To Beth: ...all those steps: this is not a plain steps. It's - movement and breath of the people around me, it's lively atmosphere, and, I think, a sense of belonging. We are all - one. At that moment, at least.
Our lovely cat Minimini is such a nice cat. She loved to go outside with me in the snow. And so I had to make some music and video with her.
This was in January 2010
This track is from the 1986 Scartaglen album "The Middle Path". The first tune "Jezaig" was composed by Breton musician Gilles Le Bigot. The second tune is one of the "Cantigas de Santa Maria" and is attributed to King Alfonso X of Spain
Roger…
Where are these people? Were they really or it is simple stories of that type that infinitely tell and is lazy discuss in pubs in the evenings? The answer will come, not soon. Or never.
~was a Kansas City based Celtic~
A bit of a ding dong in the cellar last night while on a Bender Reg, was sitting at the bar talking to himself an met J. M. Barrie. They disagreed on something and argued into the night...........but they left together........
.. and then the Scottish man said: "Why can't you fly now, bro?"
And he answered him: "Because I am grown up. When people grow up they forget the way."
Barry, promply: "Why do they forget the way?"
Reg, after a minute: "Because they are no longer happy and innocent and heartless..."
And then they left together, towards the night.
P.S. A bit of a ding-dong was from the toaster, that's what.
The darkness has come to haunt Reg again.....
The Darkness comes again
Disbeliever what is your name
Your calling out from the dark again
I hear your words but there not what they say
in my mind there as clear as mud
The trodden…
While Reg was travelling the country he met an old Indian gentleman called Abdul Aziz in a newsagents in the city of Bradford in the North of England while buying his morning paper. Reg struck up a conversation with the old man and they got on…
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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This is a Brain Damage. According to the title and genre of the songs here can not be mistakes as well as "notes out of tune". Important is your enjoyment in the game, and if it was, it is our pleasure while listening. C'mon!
~magnetique stripe; a quietus as final cut~
The revolutionary spirit of Texas. Miraculously survived.
what a clarinet! ~Vandoren~
~light and shadow of that will never come back~
~otra tarde, una más de las ásperas soleadas tardes en continuo~
By the way: what is this mysterious square iPods with a scroll wheel on each of its sides that you use instead of portrait? I do not remember this model from Apple ... P.S. Let me suggest that it is ... hmm ... Schrödinger's paradox box, for example :-) ...and yes - Floyd is Floyd, absolutely agree.
...waiting for a a peaceful beast. ~ La bestia en la puerta~
Here's how I would like to play. Thank you Roberto.
I remember Slade. Ambrose Slade. You?
~Puzzles, misterious, riddles~ Ghosts do not speak - they communicate with gestures, in silence. We consider them mysterious. I wonder what they think we are? What if they, as well as some of us thinks about them, to believe that we don't exist? And also what if... Oh, I think got carried away :-) Good piece, really. P.S. I did like this - I run it on the cyclic play (I recommend to try). Drift...
~fluke-chains, adrift out of nowhere to nowhere~
Enjoyed how it's happily ends on 'A maj' :-) And how it was, from beginning to the end. ~Song of hope~
Weep for those who were not, for those who left us and those who are just arriving. ~This time Superfrog will not save~
To Beth: ...all those steps: this is not a plain steps. It's - movement and breath of the people around me, it's lively atmosphere, and, I think, a sense of belonging. We are all - one. At that moment, at least.
~passages and chants of the innocent forest people~
Where are these people? Were they really or it is simple stories of that type that infinitely tell and is lazy discuss in pubs in the evenings? The answer will come, not soon. Or never. ~was a Kansas City based Celtic~
.. and then the Scottish man said: "Why can't you fly now, bro?" And he answered him: "Because I am grown up. When people grow up they forget the way." Barry, promply: "Why do they forget the way?" Reg, after a minute: "Because they are no longer happy and innocent and heartless..." And then they left together, towards the night. P.S. A bit of a ding-dong was from the toaster, that's what.
~Didn't lose the one who realizes a loss~
...and they said: "Never trust a man named Abdul Aziz, a friend. Especially if he is al-Hakim". But he didn't listen.