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 loop - not recorded that well and don't have the time to do much with it, but here it is none the less. The title more or less is a reflection on my life at the moment. Using the same junk I always do...
"As we grow up, we always carry our inner child with us. Wonder and curiosity... there are so many things the child sees. However, this is a view from above. We are now adults with good and bad experiences of life, looking inward. It is time…
I like that ephemeral trumpet. You definitely have to record an album. I imaging it as coherent sequence of clear pieces w/minimal arrangements. P.S. Now listening to Toshinori Kondo's "Silent Melodies"
This is a track I've been working on for quite a while so I am glad to finally have it out of my head.
I have a kind of love/hate relationship with time and its humble functionary, the clock. Ticking, in particular, is something I am ambivalent…
...after listening at about 5:40 I detected I live inside a clock. No - many clocks. Going mad with it/them... P.S. Better to listen [tick] in headphones or - even better [tick-tack] - thru studio monitors, loudddddd.
"Thoughts of Other Places", in all their 7 parts, were found by me as very good. I played something like this years ago. Will think to recall a memories in a new piece. Thank you guys!
This is a Scottish Traditional song sung by Amber accompanied by the Utah Symphony Orchestra on the 'Celtic Shores 2' album.
In the 18th century, many of the Clan Chiefs got a taste of the rich life of the lowlands of Scotland. The lairds…
Hush! It remembers me "Somebody's Calling My Name . . . Oh my Lord, Oh my Lord..." etc. Good song. Voice should sound more brave (comes with ages, if comes...). I like it
Hey, it's your second song with so good and passionate vocal, hmm. Don't wanted to mention Bryan Ferry here but...
P.S. Drum track needs to be remastered I think
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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...and http://www.aubreyzich.com also interesting...
Huh! I like it...
Hi Doug, nice track. For me: The future is defined. Not by us. Take care and - Happy New Year 2010, RubyMan :-)
To NebulonicAlchemy: it's a lullaby, "Little Sun", standard gypsy crying by gypsy. About anything and everything...
Run, Snow White, run! Until the snow is not covered his tracks...
Hmm... Good/Kharasho. Robin Guthrie is missed here to become a shadow of Cocteau Twins
Brave you. One of my favorite melody - why don't re-fresh?
More than I expected. Good. Jon Hassell works are my favorite here
...heuristic hermeneutics way of going [playing] I would say. Interesting, though.
Sometimes? Love is a gift. And a hard bargain.
I like that ephemeral trumpet. You definitely have to record an album. I imaging it as coherent sequence of clear pieces w/minimal arrangements. P.S. Now listening to Toshinori Kondo's "Silent Melodies"
Choir from beyond
...after listening at about 5:40 I detected I live inside a clock. No - many clocks. Going mad with it/them... P.S. Better to listen [tick] in headphones or - even better [tick-tack] - thru studio monitors, loudddddd.
A bit nervious signals on the eve of Christmas Eve
"Thoughts of Other Places", in all their 7 parts, were found by me as very good. I played something like this years ago. Will think to recall a memories in a new piece. Thank you guys!
Hey, that's a Good One. Thank [any] God there are people who knows what is jazz is. And still working on it. Even marked as "Kosher for Passover"
Hush! It remembers me "Somebody's Calling My Name . . . Oh my Lord, Oh my Lord..." etc. Good song. Voice should sound more brave (comes with ages, if comes...). I like it
Hey, it's your second song with so good and passionate vocal, hmm. Don't wanted to mention Bryan Ferry here but... P.S. Drum track needs to be remastered I think
Talking Sun, shinin'. Matt's style
...I wish I could sing...