Who to believe? relatives, who drop out over time? loved ones, that dissolve in the night? yourself one, without being sure of anything? to a stranger who disappears at the same moment? Perhaps the question itself is not correct.
Who to believe? relatives, who drop out over time? loved ones, that dissolve in the night? yourself one, without being sure of anything? to a stranger who disappears at the same moment? Perhaps the question itself is not correct.
To be true to yourself - how is it? True to the sound that you retrieved from the instrument, to give [share] it away to others (to whom? you'll never know)? True to the mood that you're trying to follow, and which changes before you realize what…
To be true to yourself - how is it? True to the sound that you retrieved from the instrument, to give [share] it away to others (to whom? you'll never know)? True to the mood that you're trying to follow, and which changes before you realize what…
To be true to yourself - how is it? True to the sound that you retrieved from the instrument, to give [share] it away to others (to whom? you'll never know)? True to the mood that you're trying to follow, and which changes before you realize what…
To be true to yourself - how is it? True to the sound that you retrieved from the instrument, to give [share] it away to others (to whom? you'll never know)? True to the mood that you're trying to follow, and which changes before you realize what…
~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…
Well, Kai and Gerda have returned home, all wonderful and all that. And who would think of the poor Snow Queen? After all, she, too, is experiencing her own way. She was left alone in his ice palace, and quietly weeping. She has come to eternity. She wins.
Reg was talking to Elvis last night and Elvis came out with something so simple and profound "you can't hide from the man inside" and this got Reg thinking....................
Yeah!
The man inside of me walking, running, rushing, sleeping. No way out. Oh, and they are becoming more and more... My Reg, where art thou?
~we're all going to be there~
I almost do not use midi - it is boring and requires programming (even if it's one of my majors), which in the live music has no place. I record analog signal directly into the LogicPro (with Apogee/Mackie) and then work with pieces in Logic like the score, with layers and structures and inserts and...
Regs back is hurting as he reads the local paper and he notices an advert telling him that a Healer is in town so he decides to pay him a visit.........
Love like a salt river washing away
Love's like sunshine evaporate
Love like floating candles blowing away
Watch out for the way you'll compensate
When I've seen all you have to give
When I'm still hungry
I need more than this
Tell me how…
Frank has turned up at Reg's cellar with Louis and the Duke with a tune that Frank is claiming to be about his latest love affair, so naturally Reg switched on his tape recorder........
~Good things don't age. What about a man?~
I was a fan of easy listenings like Enoch Light, still love these sounds and light pleasure that they bring. Here so.
P.S. Night birds recorded in Berlin this April, silly whistling/theme is mine…
It was in the garden of the house of help that Reg walked and tried to decipher his problems .................everything seemed to have a similar beat and it was causing him some confusion.....................
~The destiny is a cypher itself. it subject not to decypher~
....to "solve the destiny" is dangerous, and Reg, being the skilled cypher, knew it. He only didn't know that in a garden he will meet that who knows...
/////page brake/////
Reg is in the cellar, it's early morning he is back in what seems the inevitable empty bar. To the Barman Reg sings his sad song ........................
~Good things don't age. What about a man?~
I was a fan of easy listenings like Enoch Light, still love these sounds and light pleasure that they bring. Here so.
P.S. Night birds recorded in Berlin this April, silly whistling/theme is mine…
~Good things don't age. What about a man?~
I was a fan of easy listenings like Enoch Light, still love these sounds and light pleasure that they bring. Here so.
P.S. Night birds recorded in Berlin this April, silly whistling/theme is mine…
This solo studio dub jam was created and recorded in about 8 hours of play time one day. As usual, it starts with a simple drum machine track, then fretless bass, then keys, guitar, then a Balinese kecak drum and a tbilat drum and finally melodica…
This tune was written on the day I bought my vintage Yamaha CP-25 electric piano and returned to hear that Dennis Hopper had passed away. I fired up the gear and cranked this out. The sound of the piano made me feel like Ray Manzarek...thus the…
about Winter Nacht
each year for the past 4 RPM cycles,, i have known a friend or loved one who has passed away... throughout history winter has been a time when sickness and death creep a little stronger amongst us..... perhaps because of these…
Comments on igor's stuff
Beautifully played.
Superb..........
Nice mate well done.
Great sound.
Nice beat mate
That's beautiful Igor.
Nice touch.
very nice, a lot of cool runs
well of course,, right from the beginning i am caught adrift in your lovely melody,,,,very beautifully put,, r
And again ....take bow sir.......
Shades of Django! Great playlist altogether
Awesome performing!
I like the crystal clear production, as well!
I love the bending notes. Very happy music.
Beautiful
Interesting sound that you have found.
agree with Kirk and Nosda,, wonderful articulation and mood,,,, from my listen i can see that you had a lot of fun in the playing,, r
Excellent articulation. And gives a lot of sense to the title.
Sometimes the mood is like water in a creek, flowing, changing, and no one knows where it lead... (to Kirk:)
So many moods inside of two minutes! Wonderful!
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The guitar, as an instrument to express yourself, demands presence of internal force and spirit. Here it is.
Well, Kai and Gerda have returned home, all wonderful and all that. And who would think of the poor Snow Queen? After all, she, too, is experiencing her own way. She was left alone in his ice palace, and quietly weeping. She has come to eternity. She wins.
~Riders in Paradise~
Yeah! The man inside of me walking, running, rushing, sleeping. No way out. Oh, and they are becoming more and more... My Reg, where art thou? ~we're all going to be there~
I almost do not use midi - it is boring and requires programming (even if it's one of my majors), which in the live music has no place. I record analog signal directly into the LogicPro (with Apogee/Mackie) and then work with pieces in Logic like the score, with layers and structures and inserts and...
He didn't think to look back. Incidentally, he can not - he's a wolf. Only forward, without fear and unnecessary doubts! Where is the light..?
...and the healer says: always meet the enemy face to face, my lovely Reg - and your back will not ache :-)
Winter is a time for reflection and to prepare to wake up. To revive forces. To thaw out... See - it comes!
Ways, byways.. Like roads that we choose. And the roads that choose us.
What song is on the air? Oh, don't you know? This is Reg, crooner. And an orchestra.
Piano, pauses, and then just silence. Glyphs.
Pretty little understated tune because I used a very old very and dusted and aged instrument; whistles - it's a bird, bird... :-)
~The destiny is a cypher itself. it subject not to decypher~ ....to "solve the destiny" is dangerous, and Reg, being the skilled cypher, knew it. He only didn't know that in a garden he will meet that who knows... /////page brake/////
...having finished singing the Brave Song, Reg has found out that the barman here isn't present already. To whom did he sing it? To us! ~like~
.....a question from public: "And what about love?" (updated)
A smile is the best reward, thank you Kirk :-)
...into the ground, towards the roots. Closer by the roots of dub ancestors. Africa...
~Tired dub riders, weighed down by the burden of the past~
Symphony of the blizzard and feelings that uplift and give us hope. ~Hope where is nothing to hope~
From note to note, from moment to moment, from shadow to shadow, I go, and you will go. That will be there, so far away? ~Path upward is not as easy~