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.......

On the way down to a very personal Hell of Fire, with Mr. R.Belford.

~Dreams of you all through his head~ it's an open door...

~sadness and corn beverage~no blues~

Dementia as happiness at the end of ends ~Queen Square~

To land off? With weights on his feet? Possible. Just tell her about it directly. She refuse. Because if she didn't feel you before - she don't feel you now. And then...

There are Two Regas: one is horrible, loud and all that. And there is another... here he is - a quiet romantic, huh?

I saw a wall in that cellar, once. And there was the inscription: "Satchmo was here".

Old Anglaise. If really were anything to go by :-)

~to cheer him up to roll-roll-roll. Down~

~Reg can thought~

~tapes don't burn~

O you, my Desirea, you artful! Come back, o Des, and I forgive you, and I love you despite of everything! ~the story is rolling down~

For those who are not in a hurry or who have no hurry, at all. For a peaceful and relaxing listening.

I tighten the belt, hear to the end and no fell. On the contrary, I liked it. Loud is necessary, though.

Child's letter to the editor of the newspaper "Reg Herald": Dear Reg, I'm sorry you're so worried about what happened to you. I've been thinking how to help you - and I find no answer, yet. Parents say that it is necessary to cope on their own and... Yes: never give up. Let me advise you the same thing, my dear Reg. Sincerely yours, Regina Scott P.S. It isn't helped to me, but maybe it can help to you.

...where are the friends? where is that time that seemed so light and simple? ~was a dream once. Now is a faint memory~

Yeah, she definitely wanted somebody with two less... Let her.

Reminds me of Roy Smeck - my favorite ukulele performer. How I love this tiny guitars! Thanks.

~I do not like rock'n'roll music... It's too loud... I like soft music, pop music... Ah! Polka, for instance, or something like this one tune~ ^_^

[ Let's all be there in the end. We will ]