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

I don't get up early, It's almost as dusk I collect fireflies, As shooting stars, I put them to the bag To spill them to the black sky When gets dark When gets dark

Reg and Regfunkel, Viva Reunion! But hey, who's Regfunkel..? :-)

First voice, out of the corner: "... a man comes in his best when he is free and alone, as here." Crowd: "Come on, man!" Second voice, close to scene: "I don't know what he's doing, or where, but he's certainly not a fool." ~a cappella~

...it's like a breeze, warm enough, from the past, which warms. It's like those clouds that looked like elephants, or rabbits, or... Summertime, as it will be for someone, as it was for someone. And how it passed.

~Friends 'll Be Friends~

...incl. the early 20th century Russian anarchist anthem "The Roast Chicken". Yes!

Yes, this is my piece and yes, I've played it. Glad that you liked, honestly.

~ Let your children play If ya give this man a ride Sweet memory will die Killer on the road, yeah Jazz is on the road ~

...here comes The Jazz, live.

Good steps of Giants. Well indeed.

...ginger cat walks gingerly on wet grass. Then, in the seventies...

Here it is, the spirit of freedom as it is; as it's clear from the misty Russian latitudes. Yes!

Yesterday's dreamer sat on the sidewalk, Looked at the road traveled, Tried to see it make sense, And couldn't. Or, maybe the meaning of the way is in the way itself, so dusty and lonely ..?

Stones recorded this one twice, Gritt ones, also great-n-drunk. I'm out of, too...

Here is the correct way to play the guitar as an orchestra. The development of the strings resonates to the shiny constellations

~Reg The Man~

Fort Worth/Vortex: the right place to strum, which goes into effect, which, in turn, moves the world around. I think so now, when listening to these VSs. Thank you Kavin, who is from planet Texas.

He found his funk, He was locked up in, But hey, Is the way out, eh? ;-)

"A" is for Apathy, clear. "J" becomes for Janette since then.

~ So now, After the years, I took the guitar to, as of old, Play nice and simple. The procession ... ~