~ 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…
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 :-)
~ 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…
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.
~ 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…
~ 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…
"They were once Men. Great kings of Men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them Nine Rings of Power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, falling into darkness. They are the Nazgûl. Ringwraiths, neither living nor…
"They were once Men. Great kings of Men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them Nine Rings of Power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, falling into darkness. They are the Nazgûl. Ringwraiths, neither living nor…
"They were once Men. Great kings of Men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them Nine Rings of Power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, falling into darkness. They are the Nazgûl. Ringwraiths, neither living nor…
With My Sister Kathy Bores
Last Waltz Of The Evening
The last waltz of the evening
Last dance of the night
I’m making the most of each beat of my heart
Music plays and I’m holding you so tight
Hard to see it come to an end
But it’s going to…
To be true to yourself - how is it? True to the sound that you retrieved from the instrument, to give [share] it away to others (to whom? you'll never know)? True to the mood that you're trying to follow, and which changes before you realize what…
Maybe I missed a career scoring for no budget spaghetti westerns, because this is what this reminds me of. Done live a couple weeks ago with the Taylor and a floor full of toys and loopers.
Maybe a career, or a time...
"Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're going to have to earn it." (as Blondie write it on a rock in the middle of the graveyard and as well as tells it to Tuco and Angel Eyes)
A bit of improv done yesterday with my newly refurbished fretless guitar. Finally got the midi pickup to track almost right! Part of the sounds were gotten by rubbing a teaspoon on the strings.
i was trying to work on a piece for a shark video of mine, but this is what came out instead,, my piano moments collections are the small musical threads that emerge amongst/while i am working/thinking about other things,,,
In Memorium Of: Carlos Heller
El Guitarrista
A song for a man that has played to thousands who passed him in church street whilst he busked with all his heart.
This song is to pay tribute to a man that inspired me to play Live. I even had…
For you to speakSo it seems we lost our voice
Stripped down bare on copper line
Raw to subtle ears
I wait
On the line
I wait for you to speak
Of some good news to hear
While we talk ....
Can you speak your mind
I still wait for that old voice…
~
One voice, covered with dust,
Finally made his way
Through the copper lines,
Where for many years there was nothing.
Only the sound of the trumpet, sad, calling.
The life means....
~
Feel So Blue
Shes the kinda lady I've wanted all my life
The kinda lady that you want to make your wife
Once i found her I never stop the chase
I didn't want my entire life to turn out to be a waste
So I told her that I loved he…
Summer Sun
Sitting in the summer sun
The heat warms the soul
Sitting reminiscing
Got no particular place go
life is all around me
The motion of the birds and bees
Is like heaven to me
Heaven to me
I lay out in an open field
Making…
Saturday morning, the day off with an iPad on the sofa; listening to alonetoners. Svetlana: "...the one who sings now - who?" me: "this is Brett from Illinois". She: "Hmm, let's hear more of his music. Interesting voice"
One for the Musical i think a gin soaked Tramp semiconscious laying collapse on his back……………………
He wants to fly (Lyrics)
The nights memories
Fade when he lies
Looking up to a polka dotted sky
Falling backwards into a gin Soaked to the skin…
He said to himself: "I will not want to fly"
He kept saying: "'cause I do not want to!"
Wax dripped and dripped, tears ...
No one wanted to fall down,
But too late: you took off already.
"Higher!", as they said.
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
..they recently moved in, watched telly, so-so, and... a neighbor, according to the old-fashioned custom, decided to go with the cake, get to know them and all that. Who'd have known?
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
The amazing thing, Trev, is that it is impossible to discover the forgotten, we can only try, and then, if successful, you will receive a "recollection of memories", also different from one time to another. That in itself is interesting, but sometimes it has nothing to do with reality, as I understand.
Note: I write this from the train, from Berlin to Hamburg.
Comments on igor's stuff
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.......
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~All things will pass, yeah...~
~Aamu suolla, aina sumuinen aina~ Nice vocals, finnish, unreal.
~under the sign of redshift~ (merkin alla punasiirtymä:)
Sometimes the mood is like water in a creek, flowing, changing, and no one knows where it lead... (to Kirk:)
Maybe a career, or a time... "Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're going to have to earn it." (as Blondie write it on a rock in the middle of the graveyard and as well as tells it to Tuco and Angel Eyes)
~tea for six, fretless; slipping up~
~Silenzio è ipnotizzante~
~guitarra real~
~ One voice, covered with dust, Finally made his way Through the copper lines, Where for many years there was nothing. Only the sound of the trumpet, sad, calling. The life means.... ~
You're The Man, Trev.
I listening to it. I flying away.
Saturday morning, the day off with an iPad on the sofa; listening to alonetoners. Svetlana: "...the one who sings now - who?" me: "this is Brett from Illinois". She: "Hmm, let's hear more of his music. Interesting voice"
He said to himself: "I will not want to fly" He kept saying: "'cause I do not want to!" Wax dripped and dripped, tears ... No one wanted to fall down, But too late: you took off already. "Higher!", as they said.
Soldiers on the ground, Have won, How many of them already? How many more will be? I want to be a hero, Too...
Life itself is a waiting, if you try to plan it. What if you do not plan, but just to live?
..they recently moved in, watched telly, so-so, and... a neighbor, according to the old-fashioned custom, decided to go with the cake, get to know them and all that. Who'd have known?
to drorkesser: it is a delay with "tail decay".
Great one, I really like (and proud about) it. Let us think about new one, Trev.
...and thank you all for listening, brothers.
The amazing thing, Trev, is that it is impossible to discover the forgotten, we can only try, and then, if successful, you will receive a "recollection of memories", also different from one time to another. That in itself is interesting, but sometimes it has nothing to do with reality, as I understand. Note: I write this from the train, from Berlin to Hamburg.