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.......

I don't get up early, It's almost as dusk I collect fireflies, As shooting stars, I put them to the bag To spill them to the black sky When gets dark When gets dark

Reg and Regfunkel, Viva Reunion! But hey, who's Regfunkel..? :-)

First voice, out of the corner: "... a man comes in his best when he is free and alone, as here." Crowd: "Come on, man!" Second voice, close to scene: "I don't know what he's doing, or where, but he's certainly not a fool." ~a cappella~

...it's like a breeze, warm enough, from the past, which warms. It's like those clouds that looked like elephants, or rabbits, or... Summertime, as it will be for someone, as it was for someone. And how it passed.

~Friends 'll Be Friends~

...incl. the early 20th century Russian anarchist anthem "The Roast Chicken". Yes!

Yes, this is my piece and yes, I've played it. Glad that you liked, honestly.

~ Let your children play If ya give this man a ride Sweet memory will die Killer on the road, yeah Jazz is on the road ~

...here comes The Jazz, live.

Good steps of Giants. Well indeed.

...ginger cat walks gingerly on wet grass. Then, in the seventies...

Here it is, the spirit of freedom as it is; as it's clear from the misty Russian latitudes. Yes!

Yesterday's dreamer sat on the sidewalk, Looked at the road traveled, Tried to see it make sense, And couldn't. Or, maybe the meaning of the way is in the way itself, so dusty and lonely ..?

Stones recorded this one twice, Gritt ones, also great-n-drunk. I'm out of, too...

Here is the correct way to play the guitar as an orchestra. The development of the strings resonates to the shiny constellations

~Reg The Man~

Fort Worth/Vortex: the right place to strum, which goes into effect, which, in turn, moves the world around. I think so now, when listening to these VSs. Thank you Kavin, who is from planet Texas.

He found his funk, He was locked up in, But hey, Is the way out, eh? ;-)

"A" is for Apathy, clear. "J" becomes for Janette since then.

~ So now, After the years, I took the guitar to, as of old, Play nice and simple. The procession ... ~