This is so great!!

Very nice! Beautiful piano

fantastic!...this song takes such great twists and even seems to melt around the edges.

Here I played on Roland Jupiter 80 and Roland Integra 7 synthesizers (incredible instruments for all those who love and who live with sounds and emotions); chained/multilayered; live recording.

This is so cool.

Just back from a night out average walk p a very steep hill and this exactly how my head feels.......now the tap dance p the stair without waking the foe!,,......wish me luck!

Cool percussives!

Excellent, captured my attention start to finish. (So much for twxting and driving :)

Excellent. Ca

Oh, I'm not sure those are steel drums at all. What the heck are they? Awesome, in any event.

I was typing out a long comment about star-gazing and meteor showers and my cat stepped out the keyboard and made it vanish. C'est la vie. This would have made a pleasant soundtrack for my meteor-gazing of the past few nights.

Is this live timpani and steel drums? If it's not, it sure sounds that way! I like.

Very relaxing. Splendid harp work. 8)

Ethereal and lovely,,,

Thank you Igor .....a lovely tune to end a lovely day with ....it's a shame days like this have to end.....maybe I'll try to stay awake a little longer but those little tykes have wore me out again

De cœur à cœur, il vient Un flot de sons Qui inquiète donc? :) Donc invitent ... Pour Trevor, le seul et unique - Happy Birthday, The Man!

To James Michael Taylor, who suggests that the universe is a big merry-go-round: Yeah, man, what if it is? And we're at _______.

This suggests to me that the universe is a big merry-go-round...

Regarding THE BOOK: You nailed it. Siddhartha, indeed.

Like it.

~All things will pass, yeah...~

~Aamu suolla, aina sumuinen aina~ Nice vocals, finnish, unreal.

~under the sign of redshift~ (merkin alla punasiirtymä:)

Sometimes the mood is like water in a creek, flowing, changing, and no one knows where it lead... (to Kirk:)

Maybe a career, or a time... "Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're going to have to earn it." (as Blondie write it on a rock in the middle of the graveyard and as well as tells it to Tuco and Angel Eyes)

~tea for six, fretless; slipping up~

~Silenzio è ipnotizzante~

~guitarra real~

~ One voice, covered with dust, Finally made ​​his way Through the copper lines, Where for many years there was nothing. Only the sound of the trumpet, sad, calling. The life means.... ~

You're The Man, Trev.

I listening to it. I flying away.

Saturday morning, the day off with an iPad on the sofa; listening to alonetoners. Svetlana: "...the one who sings now - who?" me: "this is Brett from Illinois". She: "Hmm, let's hear more of his music. Interesting voice"

He said to himself: "I will not want to fly" He kept saying: "'cause I do not want to!" Wax dripped and dripped, tears ... No one wanted to fall down, But too late: you took off already. "Higher!", as they said.

Soldiers on the ground, Have won, How many of them already? How many more will be? I want to be a hero, Too...

Life itself is a waiting, if you try to plan it. What if you do not plan, but just to live?

..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?

to drorkesser: it is a delay with "tail decay".

Great one, I really like (and proud about) it. Let us think about new one, Trev.

...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.