Igor ... You have the touch.

In the end, does this mean that when we are listening to and commenting on the tracks, thereby affect them, to the authors, and even to ourselves? That's what I tried to say here, probably :-)

Why Schrodinger and his cat is here? Generally it is a thought experiment in quantum physics, the cat is taken here as an example (Erwin Schrodinger was fond of cats). The point here is that: the observer (not a person but rather the instrument) affects the experiment, even if he/she "just" watching it. Well, where does the music, you ask. I will answer this way: a person has more than one language for two-way communication and understanding of the outside world: dance, taste, smell, music, mathematics, poetry / speech. And using them, the person goes to, and affects the outside world, even if he thinks that it is not. No one can be impartial observer. That's the question: what about our inner world? And in general there is it? As for this song: it will be updated soon, with chorale and radio transmissions, in two parts, as excerpts from the local long lenght album.

But why? Anyway, an atmospheric piece, well composed and performed Igor.

Ahh! A lovely time of year and this sounds just like it. The leaves are peaking right now in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

Wonderful piece of work!

Such great movement in the piece--the theme of detaching and losing oneself.

That is so lovely Igor.

In harmony with the story, perfect.

Very melancholy but tender.

The Dark Riders are near. Wish this were 10 times longer!

Just gorgeous!

Hauntingly...stellar. Beautifully recorded.

This is absolutely beautiful! w;-)

superb fingerings and ambience

really nice, light touch and phrasing,,, graceful

nicely done

Igor ... You have the touch!

such a sad sad Thursday.........lunchtimes over......back to work we go sad sullen but strangely uplifted.....

another listen for sad sad Thursday before the snow comes and everything becomes joyful for Christmas.......

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.