This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
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
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
..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?
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
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
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
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.
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
What if the snow and its wonder involved an environmental 'imutation' or - at least - a beautiful metaphor for the great, gentle, quiet, thorough meeting...
...of the greatest, silent need.
What if the snow and its wonder involved an environmental 'imutation' or - at least - a beautiful metaphor for the great, gentle, quiet, thorough meeting...
...of the greatest, silent need.
Previously released as "a little moon music", Here, used as the background for a video i made in Oct of Great White Sharks http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iX5R3lrxmYs
This is not the typical Discovery Channel version, here i saw the more languid…
Ideas and patterns, especially in music, comes immediate, and often as quickly disappear - as if they were not there at all. That is why a true Knight Of The Music is always ready. In the modern sense, this means that his studio all the time is…
Ideas and patterns, especially in music, comes immediate, and often as quickly disappear - as if they were not there at all. That is why a true Knight Of The Music is always ready. In the modern sense, this means that his studio all the time is…
The piece, as it is presented here, is very far from the original spontaneous idea. I have shortened unnecessary parts, note by note, until piece became shorter and shorter and... until I realized that, if not stop refining it will be only consist of one note [and the piano will be broken] (maybe worth a try next time, by the way?)
Initial harmony, that infinitely moving in space, becomes thiner and thiner and finally turns to chaos. We, humans, are able to distinguish harmony in seeming casual sounds. We're able re-create it.
~For Matt~
"Bewildered, they searched for reality" - it's in the beginning. Further, everything (in my plan) should gradually come to harmony, harmony, harmony... until it begins to fall apart again :-) I do not know if I can compose and play it well - we'll see.
Sometimes the past in which you felt successful and strong, reminds of fragility of life. It's a sign of that you are in a point of transition and you should make a choice. Or the choice will be made for you. For me.
~for Geoffrey~
This space ambient track was inspired by Andrei Tarkovsky's 1972 science fiction movie Solaris. The musical theme (and the title of the track) comes from J.S. Bach's organ piece "Ich ruf’ zu dir, Herr Jesu Christ" (BWV 639) which was heard also…
This track was created as part of the October 2010 Alonetone 24 hr challenge. The challenge is to make 24 minutes of original music in one 24 hour period.
he's not blown away like a stray star
he's not stolen clean away by a fast car
but…
Okay this is one for the serious noise freaks only.
This is three instances of Loop Shifter that I played in real time using my Novation Launchpad.
Turns out the launchpad makes a great keyboard for loop shifter, better than a real keyboard…
I spent 15 hours composing and playing this or, I should rather say, this is the sole product of 15 hours of sitting with Live & my piano.
I think there is the kernel of something good in it (and I intend to explore that later) but the…
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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
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Must apologize that was not listened you attentively, before now. Wow! ~And I do not know why~
~...and the 'light of the world' was also there...~
~White emptiness and quietness as a metaphor for cleansing, and does not matter - either before or after~
~Waves~ "Little Moon" was better I suppose. More courage, a bit, is necessary, though.
Thank you friends.
~passing of time~
~Blown by a wind of the prairies, habitual to everything, I sang - and my song flied downwind, rejoicing to oncoming horizon~
~while watching the snowfall~ ~I was in warm place, was melting, melting...~
~I see good sounds here~
Oh, and about the name: this piece was used in our family for that to invite all members of household (who are at home) for evening tea, really.
The piece, as it is presented here, is very far from the original spontaneous idea. I have shortened unnecessary parts, note by note, until piece became shorter and shorter and... until I realized that, if not stop refining it will be only consist of one note [and the piano will be broken] (maybe worth a try next time, by the way?)
~Circus, where we're all, I like~Go. And have no fear~
The discovery of the truth for yourself ... Truth does not exist - there is only personal truth, everyone has their own.
"Bewildered, they searched for reality" - it's in the beginning. Further, everything (in my plan) should gradually come to harmony, harmony, harmony... until it begins to fall apart again :-) I do not know if I can compose and play it well - we'll see.
The day was sunny and warm, however. Although the song itself came out cool, it's true :-)
Agreed with Matt.
~Silencio on the station Solaris. Gravity is temporarily disabled. And only you, my "Ich ruf zu Dir, Herr Jesu Christ"~
~dream sounds duo~ ~brighter, lighter, away...~
..for the serious noise freaks as me, for instance. Louder - and you're in. i'm in.
Much better. No - better to say "interesting" one. I agree with Tess, my friend. Hi there.