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…
~For whom who far away~
Also:
"The Red Cow tried to stop dancing but it was no good. "' I can't. It is the seventh day of dancing. And I can't eat. I can't sleep.'
"Hm - very strange." said the King. What does it feel like?"
"Funny…
A song about a walk i took on a recent holiday....
At One (Lyrics)
I feel the thermal stir the air
I watch Life evolve before me everywhere
I see life's palette live and fluoresce
I feel, I feel at one
I feel at one with the sun
There's that…
Track 3 from The Bunker 2013
Summer Breeze
The summer breeze
Brings it all back to me
starlight skies
Pull me to my knees to cry
But the Blue sky and the sun gives me hope
love will come to me again
The greys skies
Take my hope…
~For whom who far away~
Also:
"The Red Cow tried to stop dancing but it was no good. "' I can't. It is the seventh day of dancing. And I can't eat. I can't sleep.'
"Hm - very strange." said the King. What does it feel like?"
"Funny…
~For whom who far away~
Also:
"The Red Cow tried to stop dancing but it was no good. "' I can't. It is the seventh day of dancing. And I can't eat. I can't sleep.'
"Hm - very strange." said the King. What does it feel like?"
"Funny…
...as stars were twinkling, as were scattered around, ... just to reappear, to be collected again, later, in the new story ......
Hallo an euch, wohlwollende Besucher!
Track 3 from The Bunker 2013
Summer Breeze
The summer breeze
Brings it all back to me
starlight skies
Pull me to my knees to cry
But the Blue sky and the sun gives me hope
love will come to me again
The greys skies
Take my hope…
a small quiet piece for a Sunday evening,, all four string sections are present here,, violin, viola,cello and contrabass,,it's kind of fun to try to mix, and pass the various themes around,,
dedicated to our "cold hearted orb that rules the night",, bassoon and french horn exchange glances with one another, cross a web of strings with a little timpani,in for the flavor,,, i have been trying to figure a bassoon into my work, so here…
[recorded in glorious 4-trak at lotek studios in the '90s]
straining to maintain
straining to maintain a sense of dense intensity
vainly feigning pain of a spurious immensity
a furious refrain of precarious opacity
nefarious pretence…
Got it, made louder. From here, I slowly going mad, following your creativity. Or is it a cure? Or is the other side? But: the side of what?
~decided to go with the stream meandering thoughts ...
" "Jabberwocky"
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub…
Heres one i have done with Chunk's excellent backer..
Down this Road (Lyrics)
She said, she was sweet
she lied she were no where complete
she said that she wanted my babies
that should have told me that she was a little crazy
one night, thats…
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
Comments made by igor
De cœur à cœur, il vient Un flot de sons Qui inquiète donc? :) Donc invitent ... Pour Trevor, le seul et unique - Happy Birthday, The Man!
~Is dedicated to all easy riders~
To James Michael Taylor, who suggests that the universe is a big merry-go-round: Yeah, man, what if it is? And we're at _______.
Here, it appears as wine ripens! :)
All aflame for the Buzzaz: A torch relay of Metaphobias. Got it.
...summer as it is, as it should be, ...a summer afternoon ...
Live recording. Renamed according to the comments of kavin. Subject to update at the conclusion of the work on the show, later on, then ...
...as stars were twinkling, as were scattered around, ... just to reappear, to be collected again, later, in the new story ...... Hallo an euch, wohlwollende Besucher!
It seems, this canvas would have a coat of solos, better distinctive, but not as sharp ... ~Do I Dream of Electric Sheep?~
The music here is as enthusiastic lament, arrives from far away, and go back there, to come again and again. Raptured.
In the end, everything will be obliterated or will fade away like these guitar shadows, so: does it really matter when ...
That's what's I'm loving!
Superb
Taceant ad preces motum heri an ..?
~... Así, como el eco pasado~
Got it, made louder. From here, I slowly going mad, following your creativity. Or is it a cure? Or is the other side? But: the side of what? ~decided to go with the stream meandering thoughts ...
~Who's been repeating all that hard stuff to you?~
Remastered/updated.
~ i know all i gotta do is get on my bike and ride, ride, ride! up to this road where i never 'll be ~
...all you people that tryin to sleep He is out to make it with your midnight dream, yeah ...