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…
Agreed with Carey Wolff article "Ghost of John Murphy's Voices" from: http://www.fwweekly.com/2014/01/29/killer-or-filler-22/
Also: hope that ghosts will not sell all gear and promptly *** :)
No more sin or sorrow foolish fancy to a fault
No more dirth upon the land that withers under the assault
No more Babylon behavior bobbing up and down and up
until we drown away each memory scattered from a shattered cup. No more crying for…
No rhyme, no reason, just a colony of mournful machines piping their clangorous, grinding sonorisms at each other across an barren electronic landscape.
This will also be some of the source material that I will process later into something…
The "umph" heard round the world.
This month the killing of Lee Harvey Oswald will be 50 years ago.
A remembrance by GHOST OF JOHN MURPHY. On the VOICES CD.
(C) 2013 Royal T Music
I was passing by a darkened church this evening, as the wind danced through the trees, looking though the a window, i noticed a single candle lit, flickering on the alter step, casting a shadow within.. as i pressed an ear to the dusty glass…
A very Merry Christmas to you all ....Thanks for listening...i got me a cry baby she's still not tamed but a lot of fun so i had too try her out and this is the outcome.. hope you enjoy!!
Reg is getting all sentimental and wants to help his fellow man on the lead up to Christmas....i think secretly he's just working on his Karma to get a bigger present......
This Christmas Day
It’s Christmas day and he’s on his knee’s, on his…
Asthma is thought to be caused by a combination of genetic and environmental factors. In other words, they don't know what's causing it. And haven't been able to come up with a cure either.
- to princess...
Yeah, I know, it's early. But the Banjo Hangout is having a contest for banjo renditions of this tune, and I decided to toss my hat in the ring, so to speak. Might win the 6-string banjo first prize, which I can't imagine having any use for, or…
Reg is spending too much time in the cellar watching the news on TV, reading the papers and conspiracy theories on the internet. He's started to get Paranoid…he's come up with his own conspiracy theory…i keep telling him he's just paranoid…
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.
Comments on igor's stuff
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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Agreed with Carey Wolff article "Ghost of John Murphy's Voices" from: http://www.fwweekly.com/2014/01/29/killer-or-filler-22/ Also: hope that ghosts will not sell all gear and promptly *** :)
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...then I, without special reason, descended into the abyss of black of bass. Will I find there what you need? Or, on the way, I lost myself?
~The Soundtrack of Their Lives~
~Reg's Toy Story~
~JMT, The Man~
~Forgotten memories of past prayers and the future-what-we-don't-know~
Sunrise Pickup, indeed:)
…and let the champagne flow!
What could be better than your song here in Cologne rainy day? Listening...
Superb.
~The Penguin Café~
Great, and in time. Christmas soon...
Los sueños de insomnio~
...only he and Mrs. Helicon, together and [still] free.
racing like a blocky fireball dancing like a long-way ghost yeah...
Oh, look what I found - excellent song!
~ I have long been on the road, and on the dusty road to Nazareth I met a tramp, who was an eagle, and then we went together. ~
...and cuddle me real tight.
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.