Taking a lie as truth, taking useless things as large and grand, I unwittingly contributed to the decrease of the common spirit. How to turn back? It seemed no way ...
But now, creating a works of art, no matter how naive they are, I see the…
Taking a lie as truth, taking useless things as large and grand, I unwittingly contributed to the decrease of the common spirit. How to turn back? It seemed no way ...
But now, creating a works of art, no matter how naive they are, I see the…
Sometimes the past in which you felt successful and strong, reminds of fragility of life. It's a sign of that you are in a point of transition and you should make a choice. Or the choice will be made for you. For me.
~for Geoffrey~
Sometimes the past in which you felt successful and strong, reminds of fragility of life. It's a sign of that you are in a point of transition and you should make a choice. Or the choice will be made for you. For me.
~for Geoffrey~
Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ...
~sonaresque~
Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ...
~sonaresque~
It was a sketch for the final topic of amateur black and white film (a.k.a. "Ñlosing credits"), then not used, then forgotten. Then recalled and now free.
~For Trevor, who bravely fights with the ghost from the cellar. Spirit[uals]~
It was a sketch for the final topic of amateur black and white film (a.k.a. "Ñlosing credits"), then not used, then forgotten. Then recalled and now free.
~For Trevor, who bravely fights with the ghost from the cellar. Spirit[uals]~
Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ...
~sonaresque~
It was a sketch for the final topic of amateur black and white film (a.k.a. "Ñlosing credits"), then not used, then forgotten. Then recalled and now free.
~For Trevor, who bravely fights with the ghost from the cellar. Spirit[uals]~
It was a sketch for the final topic of amateur black and white film (a.k.a. "Ñlosing credits"), then not used, then forgotten. Then recalled and now free.
~For Trevor, who bravely fights with the ghost from the cellar. Spirit[uals]~
Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ...
~sonaresque~
Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ...
~sonaresque~
Together with a few guitaresque pieces (some are presented here, "Lettres 'D Amour" or "Mar Adentro" for example), this one was my "swan song" in already so distant 2009.
~Sign Of Hope~
~timeless~
Rhythms of modern life, which comes from the environment and force us to follow, are often (let say, always) does not correspond to our inner rhythms. First, we do not have time to stop, think, or simply do nothing. Then when we…
Together with a few guitaresque pieces (some are presented here, "Lettres 'D Amour" or "Mar Adentro" for example), this one was my "swan song" in already so distant 2009.
~Sign Of Hope~
~timeless~
Rhythms of modern life, which comes from the environment and force us to follow, are often (let say, always) does not correspond to our inner rhythms. First, we do not have time to stop, think, or simply do nothing. Then when we…
I do not think that the Snow Queen will weep forever - no. She is The Queen, not a human woman or so, she will act, thru the ages (how? - that's the question. We'll never know). Ahead of her - eternity. Forever. Or so.
Together with a few guitaresque pieces (some are presented here, "Lettres 'D Amour" or "Mar Adentro" for example), this one was my "swan song" in already so distant 2009.
~Sign Of Hope~
~timeless~
Rhythms of modern life, which comes from the environment and force us to follow, are often (let say, always) does not correspond to our inner rhythms. First, we do not have time to stop, think, or simply do nothing. Then when we…
Well, Kai and Gerda have returned home, all wonderful and all that. And who would think of the poor Snow Queen? After all, she, too, is experiencing her own way. She was left alone in his ice palace, and quietly weeping. She has come to eternity. She wins.
Reg was talking to Elvis last night and Elvis came out with something so simple and profound "you can't hide from the man inside" and this got Reg thinking....................
Yeah!
The man inside of me walking, running, rushing, sleeping. No way out. Oh, and they are becoming more and more... My Reg, where art thou?
~we're all going to be there~
I almost do not use midi - it is boring and requires programming (even if it's one of my majors), which in the live music has no place. I record analog signal directly into the LogicPro (with Apogee/Mackie) and then work with pieces in Logic like the score, with layers and structures and inserts and...
Regs back is hurting as he reads the local paper and he notices an advert telling him that a Healer is in town so he decides to pay him a visit.........
Love like a salt river washing away
Love's like sunshine evaporate
Love like floating candles blowing away
Watch out for the way you'll compensate
When I've seen all you have to give
When I'm still hungry
I need more than this
Tell me how…
Frank has turned up at Reg's cellar with Louis and the Duke with a tune that Frank is claiming to be about his latest love affair, so naturally Reg switched on his tape recorder........
~Good things don't age. What about a man?~
I was a fan of easy listenings like Enoch Light, still love these sounds and light pleasure that they bring. Here so.
P.S. Night birds recorded in Berlin this April, silly whistling/theme is mine…
It was in the garden of the house of help that Reg walked and tried to decipher his problems .................everything seemed to have a similar beat and it was causing him some confusion.....................
~The destiny is a cypher itself. it subject not to decypher~
....to "solve the destiny" is dangerous, and Reg, being the skilled cypher, knew it. He only didn't know that in a garden he will meet that who knows...
/////page brake/////
Reg is in the cellar, it's early morning he is back in what seems the inevitable empty bar. To the Barman Reg sings his sad song ........................
~Good things don't age. What about a man?~
I was a fan of easy listenings like Enoch Light, still love these sounds and light pleasure that they bring. Here so.
P.S. Night birds recorded in Berlin this April, silly whistling/theme is mine…
~Good things don't age. What about a man?~
I was a fan of easy listenings like Enoch Light, still love these sounds and light pleasure that they bring. Here so.
P.S. Night birds recorded in Berlin this April, silly whistling/theme is mine…
This solo studio dub jam was created and recorded in about 8 hours of play time one day. As usual, it starts with a simple drum machine track, then fretless bass, then keys, guitar, then a Balinese kecak drum and a tbilat drum and finally melodica…
This tune was written on the day I bought my vintage Yamaha CP-25 electric piano and returned to hear that Dennis Hopper had passed away. I fired up the gear and cranked this out. The sound of the piano made me feel like Ray Manzarek...thus the…
about Winter Nacht
each year for the past 4 RPM cycles,, i have known a friend or loved one who has passed away... throughout history winter has been a time when sickness and death creep a little stronger amongst us..... perhaps because of these…
Comments on igor's stuff
Dreamy piece Igor! Yes, it's never too late to turn around, I think you see it very clearly! Lovely touch there, perfectly played.
poetic piano in the dark.... wonderful....
...same for me, Trevor.
still reminds me of a cloudy day in Berlin
Definitely, gives the sense of euphoria.
I'm at the bottom of the beautiful brimey sea........looking up to the surface....but I can breath....
Very nice Igor
Totally enchanting!
Don't worry about tomorrow - tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Great space!
nicely done
And now a little bit spooky.....cheers
Now I feel all spacey".......thank you
sounds like the Andromeda Strain soundtrack, which I am still searching for. Very good sir.
Nice! Has a great swing about it!
Absolutely beautiful! w;-)
This is very good Igor nice one
I do not think that the Snow Queen will weep forever - no. She is The Queen, not a human woman or so, she will act, thru the ages (how? - that's the question. We'll never know). Ahead of her - eternity. Forever. Or so.
Yeah! Dust off the tap dancing shoes. I love this!
Very nice Igor
Quietly intimate!
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The guitar, as an instrument to express yourself, demands presence of internal force and spirit. Here it is.
Well, Kai and Gerda have returned home, all wonderful and all that. And who would think of the poor Snow Queen? After all, she, too, is experiencing her own way. She was left alone in his ice palace, and quietly weeping. She has come to eternity. She wins.
~Riders in Paradise~
Yeah! The man inside of me walking, running, rushing, sleeping. No way out. Oh, and they are becoming more and more... My Reg, where art thou? ~we're all going to be there~
I almost do not use midi - it is boring and requires programming (even if it's one of my majors), which in the live music has no place. I record analog signal directly into the LogicPro (with Apogee/Mackie) and then work with pieces in Logic like the score, with layers and structures and inserts and...
He didn't think to look back. Incidentally, he can not - he's a wolf. Only forward, without fear and unnecessary doubts! Where is the light..?
...and the healer says: always meet the enemy face to face, my lovely Reg - and your back will not ache :-)
Winter is a time for reflection and to prepare to wake up. To revive forces. To thaw out... See - it comes!
Ways, byways.. Like roads that we choose. And the roads that choose us.
What song is on the air? Oh, don't you know? This is Reg, crooner. And an orchestra.
Piano, pauses, and then just silence. Glyphs.
Pretty little understated tune because I used a very old very and dusted and aged instrument; whistles - it's a bird, bird... :-)
~The destiny is a cypher itself. it subject not to decypher~ ....to "solve the destiny" is dangerous, and Reg, being the skilled cypher, knew it. He only didn't know that in a garden he will meet that who knows... /////page brake/////
...having finished singing the Brave Song, Reg has found out that the barman here isn't present already. To whom did he sing it? To us! ~like~
.....a question from public: "And what about love?" (updated)
A smile is the best reward, thank you Kirk :-)
...into the ground, towards the roots. Closer by the roots of dub ancestors. Africa...
~Tired dub riders, weighed down by the burden of the past~
Symphony of the blizzard and feelings that uplift and give us hope. ~Hope where is nothing to hope~
From note to note, from moment to moment, from shadow to shadow, I go, and you will go. That will be there, so far away? ~Path upward is not as easy~