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…
It's not unusual to chase your girl around with a dull axe, is it? Just kidding - This was 60 tracks and almost a year to finish. I had some help:
Guitars: Tony W
Fadeout Solo: Gnasty
Acoustic/Rhythm Guitars: Me
Phone Message: Tony W &…
~He turned pale... and threw himself at her feet~
~And the veil of Russian snow slowly began to cover them both...~
~~~
~Snow blizzard pounced in a rush, and as quickly disappears~
~As your sound thru the night~
Had these backing tracks laying around on my drive for a while and didn't know what to do with them, so grabbed my Ebow and a fretless electric that I built for myself a couple years ago and had a go. My fretless playing is really in its infancy…
I swore that I would NEVER upload this. Was having a bad day trying to loop "nice" acoustic guitar sounds and got frustrated so grabbed my Taylor and plugged it into a cheesy Effects box and straight into the looper. Started twiddling knobs and…
Zona (Russian word for 'zone') was inspired by Andrei Tarkovsky's movie Stalker where the protagonist takes his guests to a 'forbidden zone' to experience glimpses of an alternative reality.
You know, I always thought that he leads them into experience the true reality - the one that actually is. If it is ...
Hmm... My impression from that "zone" lighter than yours. Well, I will answer thee, with my play.
This song was inspired by Mikhail Lermontov's 1840 poem 'From Goethe':
The mountain heights
Sleep in the darkness of night
The quiet valleys
Are filled with a dewy haze.
The road has no dust,
The leaves do not shake…
Wait awhile
And you will…
~~~
Ueber allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh’,
In allen Wipfeln
Spürest du
Kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde.
Warte nur, balde
Ruhest du auch.
~~~
Dear society,
Here, in my seclusion - my isolation - I've come upon a pattern in time and history that we had not previously seen. You need not be concerned about whether or not I've gone crazy, it won't matter soon because you'll understand…
~
Hello, muchacha
No, no, me muchacho you muchacha
You know like me Tarzan, you Jane
Me muchacho, you muchacha
Oh, you muchacho, me muchaca
Wow, too much of a woman
Mucha, muchacha
~
~Long-forgotten voices, tears and laughter ... an empty stage as a metaphor for what was~
P.S. Ah, it would be necessary then re-master: add echo and "otherworldly" reverb, a bit.
This is an experimental track based on a binaural field recording from Schiphol airport. The noisy, effective and informative soundworld of a modern airport reveals here its dreamlike harmonies and hidden heartbeats.
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.
Comments made by igor
~Are You Sequenced? - Yes, I'm~
~rock steady~
~I remember then being different, when I could fly, when I could dream~
~Gandalf appears on highlands~
Elegiac emotion - outward!
~He turned pale... and threw himself at her feet~ ~And the veil of Russian snow slowly began to cover them both...~ ~~~ ~Snow blizzard pounced in a rush, and as quickly disappears~ ~As your sound thru the night~
I think you need to continue such soul searches - you're successful, Master Kirk. Longer was even better ...
~wave of mess into something like music~you're succeded~
You know, I always thought that he leads them into experience the true reality - the one that actually is. If it is ... Hmm... My impression from that "zone" lighter than yours. Well, I will answer thee, with my play.
~~~ Ueber allen Gipfeln Ist Ruh’, In allen Wipfeln Spürest du Kaum einen Hauch; Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde. Warte nur, balde Ruhest du auch. ~~~
~We may never know exactly how they played music~ Now, through the veil of romantic, I hear~ Is it? ...
Sie war es, Deutschland. Hallo liebe Freunde! Hey, machen laut!
Pattern in time and history that I had previously seen - the fight with itself in isolation. Oh ..! I'm gonna crazy down...
~ Hello, muchacha No, no, me muchacho you muchacha You know like me Tarzan, you Jane Me muchacho, you muchacha Oh, you muchacho, me muchaca Wow, too much of a woman Mucha, muchacha ~
Then it was the orchestra of 200 musicians. Now it is a pairs bubbling up in the phase. Noise, ordered..?
The joy and the freedom of playing piano - that's it! Waves.
~Long-forgotten voices, tears and laughter ... an empty stage as a metaphor for what was~ P.S. Ah, it would be necessary then re-master: add echo and "otherworldly" reverb, a bit.
Found no Eno here- good sign :-) Ja! - found your/Lena Sleepless in Dresden, good.
~Post-classical pastoral as impressionism in painting, but on a matte paper~What I forgot?~I can't remember that...~
Piano Poetry - it's what I do, too, in private or in public with a grand piano. Thank you for sharing it here, Elena.