The time will come and our grand-grand-grandchildren will not know how open and easy we (at least some of us) were. How we was loved, grieve, fought-then-reconciled. ...and again, again.
~vintage synths do not tolerate midi/programming/planning…
~ Observation Affects Reality ~ (as used to say Schrödinger's cat)
Schrödinger's cat: A pussycat, along with a flask containing a poison and a radioactive source, is placed in a sealed box shielded against environmentally induced quantum decoherence…
Sounds like the day after all the snow began to melt and the sun came out and it all evaporated, the mist blocking the sun...the light dancing in the chemistry of the x-snowflakes...
~ Observation Affects Reality ~ (as used to say Schrödinger's cat)
Schrödinger's cat: A pussycat, along with a flask containing a poison and a radioactive source, is placed in a sealed box shielded against environmentally induced quantum decoherence…
~ Observation Affects Reality ~ (as used to say Schrödinger's cat)
Schrödinger's cat: A pussycat, along with a flask containing a poison and a radioactive source, is placed in a sealed box shielded against environmentally induced quantum decoherence…
Thank you Igor.
My question, "Why" was because I could not understand why anyone unless very cruel would think it ok to put a cat through such misery.
I realise now that it was not real.
Cheers Bethan
Song #2 for the RPMC. My goal is to have 12 short tunes (1-3 minutes long), so I need to pick up the pace.
Again, quartal tuning on the top 3 unison pairs of the 12 string. I've been listening to Ralph Towner's Blue Sun, hence the title.
El sol azul está por encima, aquí, en el espacio que se llama eterna. El sol azul está por debajo.
~
The blue sun is above, here,
In the space
That is called timeless.
The blue sun is below
~
After the late naps
I can't get up, as should I?
Where I... Who am I?
Sounds comes, closer,
Ah! - here it is, my world,
Lovely, clear and simple
~
...the state after summer sleep before I (you) have any thoughts, or, more precisely, about…
...the state after summer sleep before I (you) have any thoughts, or, more precisely, about the state of occurrence of these thoughts (or whatever you call them).
~and just letting it flow~
...what you're doing among all these ... musicians? You, as well as they, are trying to make the world better, and you, as as well as they, are directed to the single point at which parallel lines will converge, finally. I suppose.
~
Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn
Novices lean on each other in yearning
Under the leaves the swallow is resting
Set the controls for the heart of the sun
~
The Brood have gone visiting and i have sometime so i've been busy as you may have noticed ....so heres a ad-libber with the £16 special....i always write miserable songs when i'm happy the happy ones come when i'm depressed....i'm normally quite…
The mans back home but he feels unsafe .....he felt safer in the war zone ...........he's a broken man.........what he's seen and done has destroyed him.......
WHIRLPOOL (Lyrics by Reg)
He’s coming down
falling through the clouds back to his…
~Essence of a musical box with the ballerina spinning around and around~ /as Bethan said/
~
Calm the night, unstirring,
And the air so clear
Pearls of dew uncurling,
Moonlight rays unfurling
’Cross the glassy mere.
Dulcet waves appeasing…
Just thinking about Happiness. Thinking about how she said she was leaving because she wanted to be happy.
HAPPY Key - C walking down...
Happy is the anvil as the hammer strikes the blade
A fleeting spark that fades as the memory is made…
I posted this song a few days ago and Bethan liked the music so much she wrote her own words. Here it is, a co-write across the Atlantic.
SITTING BY THE WINDOW, NOTHING TO DO
WAITING FOR THE TIME WHEN THE SUN SHINES THROUGH
THE SUN SHINES…
~
Memories long in music sleeping,
No more sleeping,
No more dumb:
Delicate phantoms softly creeping
Softly back from the old-world come.
Faintest odours around them straying,
Suddenly straying
In chambers dim;
Whispering silks in order…
~
as they fall for a last time,
as they wait,
for a time,
to fall in love
again,
in the next life.
~
Here, a play on words: "fall [down]" and "fall [in love]", and it's not casual :-)
Believe it or not, it may happen
But maybe not - as lucky.
The foundation of the creation process - combustion,
Like dew glows in the rays
Of the rising sun
~
Made with the Boité Diabolique playing some piano and cello samples. I did a bit of hand editing in Live and then added some light compression, reverb, and limiting.
Spare a thought for those with nothing this Christmas..... Homeless with no family.........and no one to help.......
CHRISTMAS ALONE (Lyrics)
Nobody is listening no body knocking on my door
nobody is near me nobody wants me
i’m nobody’s…
I am alone, I am alone.
No one comes to me, I froze.
But I do not give up, I know:
I came here alone,
and I'll leave from here alone.
...and: only if alone
I'm destined to reach my peak.
Who am I?
Comments on igor's stuff
A-D-O-R-E.
Beautiful...absolutely lovely.
So evocative. We who are alone see pictures when we hear things like this...swirling sounds and longing gathered into the dark wet blanket of sand...
and a wonderful reflective morning it was to
Sounds like the day after all the snow began to melt and the sun came out and it all evaporated, the mist blocking the sun...the light dancing in the chemistry of the x-snowflakes...
...and these sad snowflakes, they fall slowly and painfully. They are burdened with the knowledge that they will soon melt away***
Snowflakes...this sounds like musical snowflakes falling on piano keys...
I love autumn. You capture it perfectly.
Beautiful piano music, great sound!
tick tick tick .........
Enlightened despair...amor
November perfect! Alone in the great hall....piano notes raining down.....Красивые ноября
very beautiful and elegant my friend
What a beautiful track, Igor...
This is beautiful! w;-)
Nice "new-age"-ish piece, with echos of Chopin. Nothing yet invnted surpasses a nice grand piano.
Another Beauty Igor!
Inventive and free. Is the cat like a tree falling in a forest?
Oh my word, well played!
Thank you Igor. My question, "Why" was because I could not understand why anyone unless very cruel would think it ok to put a cat through such misery. I realise now that it was not real. Cheers Bethan
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El sol azul está por encima, aquí, en el espacio que se llama eterna. El sol azul está por debajo. ~ The blue sun is above, here, In the space That is called timeless. The blue sun is below ~
...the state after summer sleep before I (you) have any thoughts, or, more precisely, about the state of occurrence of these thoughts (or whatever you call them). ~and just letting it flow~
...what you're doing among all these ... musicians? You, as well as they, are trying to make the world better, and you, as as well as they, are directed to the single point at which parallel lines will converge, finally. I suppose. ~ Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Novices lean on each other in yearning Under the leaves the swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun ~
~Into the quiet happy miserable song. Another sherry, please~
what he's seen and done has devastated him he’s coming down from way up high he’s back from the war singing home, sweet home yes!
The point at infinity sought by the lines of our lives: a point that is unattainable here, in our reality. Or..?
Night, rain. The crime scene. He did not come back.
Updated to "as Bethan said" :-)
Here is the rare chance to listen to JMT who thinking about ~Happiness~
Come here to listen to what The Man said!
~Music to Watch Snowmans By~
Updated, becomes more like a concert. Thank you all.
~ as they fall for a last time, as they wait, for a time, to fall in love again, in the next life. ~ Here, a play on words: "fall [down]" and "fall [in love]", and it's not casual :-)
~Walk a lifetime~
Believe it or not, it may happen But maybe not - as lucky. The foundation of the creation process - combustion, Like dew glows in the rays Of the rising sun ~
from Graceland on pink cadillac, I run.
Remote echo of the stones, rolling; tide, from under the water...
~SleepIng Beauty~
I am alone, I am alone. No one comes to me, I froze. But I do not give up, I know: I came here alone, and I'll leave from here alone. ...and: only if alone I'm destined to reach my peak. Who am I?
Syncopation and escapades: you win! I give up :-)