igor,,, there is something about the soul or music from your native land,,, that has always surpassed// amazed my inner self,, that,,, hard to say,,,,,is soooooo beautiful and touching,,, once again well done friend r

Absolutely gorgeous & so moving. w;-)

Nicely done mate great playing.

Beautiful, pensive yet inquisitive. Love your stuff, sir.

I feel i know the stranger a little better now.........

Beautiful.

Wonderful music.

A higher musical consciousness. Meditative.

Magnificent performance Igor. One of your best.

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

Absolutely gorgeous! w;-)

someone once said (R. Hinelin i believe) waiting is becoming.......most beautiful friend

That was beautiful Igor.

..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?

They were watching the world go by from the living room window when suddenly one drops behind the settee shortly followed by the other....one says to be other In a whisper ........"Theres someone at the door"......"you answer it "..."no you do it "...."no."...."well look out the window then"...."it's the Avon lady "...the Avon lady pressed the door bell ....and time stopped inside the house....was she heard by the two acid heads hiding behind the settee.........there was no answer .....she walked away......as they trembled

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

Nice ... is the background keyboard or an infinite (type) reverb?

...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.

Wandering backwards in memory at an alarming pace to discover the forgotten to remember that you wanted to forget

On the way down to a very personal Hell of Fire, with Mr. R.Belford.

~Dreams of you all through his head~ it's an open door...

~sadness and corn beverage~no blues~

Dementia as happiness at the end of ends ~Queen Square~

To land off? With weights on his feet? Possible. Just tell her about it directly. She refuse. Because if she didn't feel you before - she don't feel you now. And then...

There are Two Regas: one is horrible, loud and all that. And there is another... here he is - a quiet romantic, huh?

I saw a wall in that cellar, once. And there was the inscription: "Satchmo was here".

Old Anglaise. If really were anything to go by :-)

~to cheer him up to roll-roll-roll. Down~

~Reg can thought~

~tapes don't burn~

O you, my Desirea, you artful! Come back, o Des, and I forgive you, and I love you despite of everything! ~the story is rolling down~

For those who are not in a hurry or who have no hurry, at all. For a peaceful and relaxing listening.

I tighten the belt, hear to the end and no fell. On the contrary, I liked it. Loud is necessary, though.

Child's letter to the editor of the newspaper "Reg Herald": Dear Reg, I'm sorry you're so worried about what happened to you. I've been thinking how to help you - and I find no answer, yet. Parents say that it is necessary to cope on their own and... Yes: never give up. Let me advise you the same thing, my dear Reg. Sincerely yours, Regina Scott P.S. It isn't helped to me, but maybe it can help to you.

...where are the friends? where is that time that seemed so light and simple? ~was a dream once. Now is a faint memory~

Yeah, she definitely wanted somebody with two less... Let her.

Reminds me of Roy Smeck - my favorite ukulele performer. How I love this tiny guitars! Thanks.

~I do not like rock'n'roll music... It's too loud... I like soft music, pop music... Ah! Polka, for instance, or something like this one tune~ ^_^

[ Let's all be there in the end. We will ]