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…
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
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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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...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...