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.......

~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....