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…
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…
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…
Naively conceived, written and published in February 2012 for "Contemporary Chamber Music" (vol.1), an RPM12 album.
The titles of the pieces in album are follow each other in a certain order - see album description.
To listen when timelessness.
~The road to the heights of knowledge is never easy, but it exists~
Also:
"He was asleep when the boy looked in the door in the morning. It was blowing so hard that the drifting-boats would not be going out…
To listen when timelessness.
~The road to the heights of knowledge is never easy, but it exists~
Also:
"He was asleep when the boy looked in the door in the morning. It was blowing so hard that the drifting-boats would not be going out…
To listen when timelessness.
~The road to the heights of knowledge is never easy, but it exists~
Also:
"He was asleep when the boy looked in the door in the morning. It was blowing so hard that the drifting-boats would not be going out…
I'm on ice, I'm afraid to go on.
It seems fragile, but I have to go,
I have to go through it.
I had to.
Tardius evolvere on my theme "From Outside A Wall" (presented here at alonetone, too).
For the idle people (or, better: Pour la…
Naively conceived, written and published in February 2012 for "Contemporary Chamber Music" (vol.1), an RPM12 album.
The titles of the pieces in album are follow each other in a certain order - see album description.
I'm on ice, I'm afraid to go on.
It seems fragile, but I have to go,
I have to go through it.
I had to.
Tardius evolvere on my theme "From Outside A Wall" (presented here at alonetone, too).
For the idle people (or, better: Pour la…
I'm on ice, I'm afraid to go on.
It seems fragile, but I have to go,
I have to go through it.
I had to.
Tardius evolvere on my theme "From Outside A Wall" (presented here at alonetone, too).
For the idle people (or, better: Pour la…
I'm on ice, I'm afraid to go on.
It seems fragile, but I have to go,
I have to go through it.
I had to.
Tardius evolvere on my theme "From Outside A Wall" (presented here at alonetone, too).
For the idle people (or, better: Pour la…
The usual phrase: "it was the logical conclusion (continuation) of something", but the fact of the matter is that, looking closer, we see: illogical. Or logic simply not exist (and not needed to :-)
I'm on ice, I'm afraid to go on.
It seems fragile, but I have to go,
I have to go through it.
I had to.
Tardius evolvere on my theme "From Outside A Wall" (presented here at alonetone, too).
For the idle people (or, better: Pour la…
This is a Brain Damage. According to the title and genre of the songs here can not be mistakes as well as "notes out of tune". Important is your enjoyment in the game, and if it was, it is our pleasure while listening. C'mon!
One of my favorites. It was recorded a long long time ago while I was a freshman at Queens College, NY. If you like it, check out my page on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Boris.Shpitalnik
Another classic recorded "back in the day" when I was just a tiny little freshman fry.. Check out my page on facebook at: http://www.facebook.com/Boris.Shpitalnik
By the way: what is this mysterious square iPods with a scroll wheel on each of its sides that you use instead of portrait? I do not remember this model from Apple ... P.S. Let me suggest that it is ... hmm ... Schrödinger's paradox box, for example :-)
...and yes - Floyd is Floyd, absolutely agree.
This is a composition from July's '96, and it could be said that it belongs to a period in which i was listening to, and composing, in a kind of 'baroque' style, very influenced by J. S. Bach. I hope you like and/or enjoy it.
.......if there not the one,should you keep looking, if so for how long...........well Reg threw Henwrench's music into the cellar and what bounced out was a song he wasn't suspecting....
Love me tender
I've been alone now seems to long…
~Puzzles, misterious, riddles~
Ghosts do not speak - they communicate with gestures, in silence. We consider them mysterious. I wonder what they think we are? What if they, as well as some of us thinks about them, to believe that we don't exist? And also what if... Oh, I think got carried away :-) Good piece, really.
P.S. I did like this - I run it on the cyclic play (I recommend to try). Drift...
View the footage with music [at youtube](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQZDRKD8oSA&hd=1)
After watching the video of the tsunami devastating the shores of Japan, I couldn't work anymore. So instead I sat down to dedicate a few hours of…
Not being particularly religious, I still believe that the soul exists and that it does not die.
The prologue and epilogue of this piece were recorded in Basilique Sacre Coeur, Paris, on March, 11th 2011.
~For those who left and those who…
To Beth: ...all those steps: this is not a plain steps. It's - movement and breath of the people around me, it's lively atmosphere, and, I think, a sense of belonging. We are all - one. At that moment, at least.
Our lovely cat Minimini is such a nice cat. She loved to go outside with me in the snow. And so I had to make some music and video with her.
This was in January 2010
This track is from the 1986 Scartaglen album "The Middle Path". The first tune "Jezaig" was composed by Breton musician Gilles Le Bigot. The second tune is one of the "Cantigas de Santa Maria" and is attributed to King Alfonso X of Spain
Roger…
Where are these people? Were they really or it is simple stories of that type that infinitely tell and is lazy discuss in pubs in the evenings? The answer will come, not soon. Or never.
~was a Kansas City based Celtic~
A bit of a ding dong in the cellar last night while on a Bender Reg, was sitting at the bar talking to himself an met J. M. Barrie. They disagreed on something and argued into the night...........but they left together........
.. and then the Scottish man said: "Why can't you fly now, bro?"
And he answered him: "Because I am grown up. When people grow up they forget the way."
Barry, promply: "Why do they forget the way?"
Reg, after a minute: "Because they are no longer happy and innocent and heartless..."
And then they left together, towards the night.
P.S. A bit of a ding-dong was from the toaster, that's what.
The darkness has come to haunt Reg again.....
The Darkness comes again
Disbeliever what is your name
Your calling out from the dark again
I hear your words but there not what they say
in my mind there as clear as mud
The trodden…
While Reg was travelling the country he met an old Indian gentleman called Abdul Aziz in a newsagents in the city of Bradford in the North of England while buying his morning paper. Reg struck up a conversation with the old man and they got on…
Comments on igor's stuff
Brilliant and beautiful.
Delicious, gorgeous, superb.
Wonderful....
Fabulous composition Igor. Top of the class man.
Hi, I missed you! You are still producing brilliant music and talking in riddles I see. Bethan
Awesome , i dig the effects.
Beautiful indeed!
Masterful......
Beautiful Igor!
Oh Igor, this is so lovely, full of atmosphere. Bethan
Beautiful music:)
Yes, this is my piece and yes, I've played it. Glad that you liked, honestly.
Fantastic....Very romantic...beautiful....Igor, this You play on piano?
Very nice
Wonderful)) Music for some multiplication...Super
how picturesque, both the title and the playing,, i agree with B the jaunty ending is quite nice,, well done
symphonic in feel, very magical,, you give me much to think about
Very nice, indeed....
The usual phrase: "it was the logical conclusion (continuation) of something", but the fact of the matter is that, looking closer, we see: illogical. Or logic simply not exist (and not needed to :-)
Beautiful Igor very cool.
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This is a Brain Damage. According to the title and genre of the songs here can not be mistakes as well as "notes out of tune". Important is your enjoyment in the game, and if it was, it is our pleasure while listening. C'mon!
~magnetique stripe; a quietus as final cut~
The revolutionary spirit of Texas. Miraculously survived.
what a clarinet! ~Vandoren~
~light and shadow of that will never come back~
~otra tarde, una más de las ásperas soleadas tardes en continuo~
By the way: what is this mysterious square iPods with a scroll wheel on each of its sides that you use instead of portrait? I do not remember this model from Apple ... P.S. Let me suggest that it is ... hmm ... Schrödinger's paradox box, for example :-) ...and yes - Floyd is Floyd, absolutely agree.
...waiting for a a peaceful beast. ~ La bestia en la puerta~
Here's how I would like to play. Thank you Roberto.
I remember Slade. Ambrose Slade. You?
~Puzzles, misterious, riddles~ Ghosts do not speak - they communicate with gestures, in silence. We consider them mysterious. I wonder what they think we are? What if they, as well as some of us thinks about them, to believe that we don't exist? And also what if... Oh, I think got carried away :-) Good piece, really. P.S. I did like this - I run it on the cyclic play (I recommend to try). Drift...
~fluke-chains, adrift out of nowhere to nowhere~
Enjoyed how it's happily ends on 'A maj' :-) And how it was, from beginning to the end. ~Song of hope~
Weep for those who were not, for those who left us and those who are just arriving. ~This time Superfrog will not save~
To Beth: ...all those steps: this is not a plain steps. It's - movement and breath of the people around me, it's lively atmosphere, and, I think, a sense of belonging. We are all - one. At that moment, at least.
~passages and chants of the innocent forest people~
Where are these people? Were they really or it is simple stories of that type that infinitely tell and is lazy discuss in pubs in the evenings? The answer will come, not soon. Or never. ~was a Kansas City based Celtic~
.. and then the Scottish man said: "Why can't you fly now, bro?" And he answered him: "Because I am grown up. When people grow up they forget the way." Barry, promply: "Why do they forget the way?" Reg, after a minute: "Because they are no longer happy and innocent and heartless..." And then they left together, towards the night. P.S. A bit of a ding-dong was from the toaster, that's what.
~Didn't lose the one who realizes a loss~
...and they said: "Never trust a man named Abdul Aziz, a friend. Especially if he is al-Hakim". But he didn't listen.