The Freedom Of The Moon
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Poem by Robert Frost
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one…
Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.
The Freedom Of The Moon
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Poem by Robert Frost
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one…
The Freedom Of The Moon
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Poem by Robert Frost
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one…
Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care?
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I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
There is almost no snow this year, it appears for some time from nowhere and immediately disappears. I look at this all out the window, and found myself looking more and more often back at the past experience. Is this a sign of age? Hmm, I certainly…
Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care?
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I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
I was always more the actor.... we should make more time to lay in a field watching the Larks play with the sky wondering the unanswerable questions in life
Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world.
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A Late Walk
Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world.
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A Late Walk
Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
Beauty and artistic taste is clear to everyone and eternal, although it does not save the world.
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A Late Walk
Robert Frost
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew…
Early weekend morning. Sleep longer. Dreams mix with reality, everything is filled with bright happiness as in childhood. Or is it a cheerful ray of sunshine dancing?
To share with the world the joy of the free flow of the piano.
For Tess.
Early weekend morning. Sleep longer. Dreams mix with reality, everything is filled with bright happiness as in childhood. Or is it a cheerful ray of sunshine dancing?
To share with the world the joy of the free flow of the piano.
For Tess.
Reading a book
From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
Reading a book
From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
We wait, we count days, hours, minutes to the expected. With desire, with anxiety, with apprehension, with calm. Do we live during the count, in the intervals between events that we're waiting for, one after another? Probably, something unconscious…
Reading a book
From a tabula rasa, with the title that appeared at birth, and until the end I am reading the book. A book of life, with color and black and white pictures, with joyful or banal or miserable text, with unfinished verses and some…
We wait, we count days, hours, minutes to the expected. With desire, with anxiety, with apprehension, with calm. Do we live during the count, in the intervals between events that we're waiting for, one after another? Probably, something unconscious…
Hope for, and then despair from the misunderstanding of You by other people gives way to the realization of the fact that you are always alone. And all living creatures around you, too. The real miracle is not the tricks of preachers, but the…
The epochs are changing, the kaleidoscope of events is spinning faster and faster. The horizon of events, as the beginning of the rainbow, is not possible to reach. Which does not mean that there is no way for others.
The epochs are changing, the kaleidoscope of events is spinning faster and faster. The horizon of events, as the beginning of the rainbow, is not possible to reach. Which does not mean that there is no way for others.
Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
Reg is back on the drink there was no escaping it. He found out that Desirea was not what he thought she was, she had been telling him lies and his hopes were dashed again.............. theres a little mess up on the Xylophone but what can you…
~too many lies can not exist - there are only many hopes we describes as unfulfilled, dashed, ruined... Depends on hopeless person who hoped~
...he's been drinking, he was drunk, hopes were dashed. The story, again. P.S. I think I'll drink too, you know. Ehh...
This is a piece written for 37signals, made to accompany a [fun video they did on Letterpress printing](http://37signals.com/svn/posts/2795-a-letterpressed-thank-you)
The track is best listened to in context of the video, since it's scored…
This is a piece written for 37signals, made to accompany a [fun video they did on Letterpress printing](http://37signals.com/svn/posts/2795-a-letterpressed-thank-you)
The track is best listened to in context of the video, since it's scored…
An art piano piece inspired by poem Kontrapunkti (Counterpoint) by the Finnish poet and author Eeva-Liisa Manner who was a frontline figure in the Finnish post-WWII modernism. You can find an English translation of the poem here: http://nordicvoicesinprint…
~Bless the Beasts & Children~
Shades of feeling. How do I transfer them to the music unless only I can is to roar as the buffalo? Overload from top, firmament from below. Play one note. Then another, then a third. Then overdrive them, all…
Reg has decided to write this song about an English serial killer known as the Crossbow killer to make those young trusting women well aware that some men are not always what they seem ................. as in the case of Stephen Griffiths who…
Written & Recorded: Feb 26, 2011
GADGAD Capo III, DADGAD Capo III
This is probably my last track for this year's RPM Challenge (leaving it incomplete for 2011). I'm kind of worn out and not feeling super inspired this year and I sort of…
~Bless the Beasts & Children~
Shades of feeling. How do I transfer them to the music unless only I can is to roar as the buffalo? Overload from top, firmament from below. Play one note. Then another, then a third. Then overdrive them, all…
Reg has got a little soppy since he met his new girl, the widow Desirea. His pretty sure she's the one but the old fears keep rising. He knows he has to put the past behind him if any relationship is ever going to stand a chance of working…
Aw, we tried to make this a bit more pro, but sometimes the really fun moments in life are fleeting. So here it is warts and all. But don't mind that - just get out onto the dance floor with Reg! It's ok: he's up to date on his shots.
When…
Written & Recorded: Feb 26, 2011
GADGAD Capo III, DADGAD Capo III
This is probably my last track for this year's RPM Challenge (leaving it incomplete for 2011). I'm kind of worn out and not feeling super inspired this year and I sort of…
Reg has decided that he doesn't want hurting again so he has decided to be up front about what he wants.................. Love me for who I am........
Love me, Love me, for who I am
Love me, take me for what I am…
~By Mother Goose~
In fact, the only thing that each of us wants to hear is that we're loved, always. Loved no matter what we are and what we do. It's in us from childhood (though someone will say - from God). Or from mother nature.
Reg has decided that he doesn't want hurting again so he has decided to be up front about what he wants.................. Love me for who I am........
Love me, Love me, for who I am
Love me, take me for what I am…
A lot of different types of people get down the cellar since Elvis moved in and Reg has been taking notice.........
A BLUE BLOODED JUNKIE
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A Blue blooded junkie has the time of his life…
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Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.
Bravo! Sir ...Bravo! I say
Beautiful ........
I'd forgotten what it was like listening to your pieces. Magical.
Wow
I was always more the actor.... we should make more time to lay in a field watching the Larks play with the sky wondering the unanswerable questions in life
Robert has a way with his words, as Igor does with the keys on the piano. Wonderful!
Very beautiful, and the poem is beautiful as well and they fit together niecely.
Utterly stunning..! Beauty and art won't save the world but they'll make it a better place while we destroy it.
Absolutely gorgeous..! Brilliantly paired with the words from Frost.
*feeling blessed*
Thank you so much X
Stunning...read on!
Very nice! 👍🏻
Magnificent! I could have this on repeat all day long.
Like watching nature’s beauty unfold during an autumn sunrise. This is amazing.
I've been studying piano for three years now. Here is why.
Love the slightly dissonant areas. Matches your description so effectively. Thank you
Gorgeous! I can see dancers spinning spinning and spinning...
Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
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~low~
~we're missed, we'll being missed~
~too many lies can not exist - there are only many hopes we describes as unfulfilled, dashed, ruined... Depends on hopeless person who hoped~ ...he's been drinking, he was drunk, hopes were dashed. The story, again. P.S. I think I'll drink too, you know. Ehh...
...I meant I like it :-)
~pretzel music~
~addio piccola mia~
~dead drops of Mozart~
...the break at about 3 min is a break before taking the new weight, you know? :-)
Telegraph & Argus/Bradford: "Be always, be on guard".
~Dark Sun~ It has a very different feeling, with or without darkness, you know?
La démarche irrésistible de l'irréversibilité
just play it loud, dude mine
~will follow the light~
~swansong~
~You Will Meet a Tall Dark Jonnie~
Hard Dance Reg as we know him. Yeah..!
First class.
~By Mother Goose~ In fact, the only thing that each of us wants to hear is that we're loved, always. Loved no matter what we are and what we do. It's in us from childhood (though someone will say - from God). Or from mother nature.
~hopeless..?~ Crowd from the outside, it sounds louder. The same. Again. It comes and comes. Talks didn't helps. We saw, we saw...
Tiger Lilies, in bloom. Sign of Spring ...or a Fall....