~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…
The time will come and our grand-grand-grandchildren will not know how open and easy we (at least some of us) were. How we was loved, grieve, fought-then-reconciled. ...and again, again.
~vintage synths do not tolerate midi/programming/planning…
~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…
~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…
The time will come and our grand-grand-grandchildren will not know how open and easy we (at least some of us) were. How we was loved, grieve, fought-then-reconciled. ...and again, again.
~vintage synths do not tolerate midi/programming/planning…
The time will come and our grand-grand-grandchildren will not know how open and easy we (at least some of us) were. How we was loved, grieve, fought-then-reconciled. ...and again, again.
~vintage synths do not tolerate midi/programming/planning…
The time will come and our grand-grand-grandchildren will not know how open and easy we (at least some of us) were. How we was loved, grieve, fought-then-reconciled. ...and again, again.
~vintage synths do not tolerate midi/programming/planning…
~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…
~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…
~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.
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
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...
most beautiful,, the soft moments of tension set amidst the gentle flow of note and silence is exquisite,,,, on another note, acoustic or midi? the reverb of the base strings is really amazing,, sensual even,,, what are those squeaks in the into and end midi sounds or the creaking of the bench,,, a very rich and full piece Richard
Who should come down the cellar to see Elvis but Bon Scott. Reg got on with him like a house on fire, i mean they have a lot in common. Reg told him all about his new love. S o they decided to jam and this is what they came up with…
Reg has finally brought Bon round and he wants to get straight up and sing............Reg cant stop him ...Well, who can stop a man who's been on the shine... the only problem is that he is blind and he couldn't see the controls on the amp…
Reg was talking to Elvis about Frank and he told him something he didn't know.you can have it all then at the end not remember it which is what happened to Frank the grind ground him down a sad ending for a great man......Dementia is a cruel end…
Reg's friend, Austin has a crush on this girl Louise who is way out of his reach. He is trying to pluck up the courage to tell her how he feels about her. He writes poetry about her. He goes to the bar where she works so he can see her communicate…
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...
They were all in the cellar and Louis heard this great tune by the Farfetched Tangmo Band and had to recite this story he had heard of Jack and Jill... so here it is.............
Well, who do think came down the cellar last night... Yep! you guested it, Charlie Sheen, he was none too happy. He should have been if the girls with him were anything to go by. He'd come to talk to Elvis about handling the Yes men and how he…
Over the weekend Reg had gone back to his home town where he come from and met up with a few of his friends from whey back when. He found that he seemed like stranger. He was sitting telling Elvis about his weekend. Elvis felt sorry for Reg because…
Reg has just finished reading the Sunday Times it's quite a read and he has decided he has had enough of bad news. So he is going to try something different to try to carry on getting his kicks before the whole shit-house falls down…
Desirea has done a number on Reg, she stole his Credit cards birth certificate and passport and has cloned him to at least a dozen banks that he knows of. He has lost his house his car everything he has./ And to top it all he cant sleep for missing…
~images of bygone days~
This was 2009, and it was a photo contest to provide seven pictures of a story and all that. I, together with other, more talented photographers, was in.
In parallel with the images I have written short seven neo…
The Cacaphony of the Kaleidoscopy, and a nod to 70's progressive rock. Brace yourself - this is a long one!
Falling Is Never
(Lyrics by Aaron Strebs, Music by Jana Persson)
Years between life, between panic, a lie
between she who would…
Reg once had a childhood friend that gave in to temptation and the depths of addiction, this track is about what he saw when the Black Velvet glove took control. The degradation of a poor soul who lost his grip on reality and fell to depths so…
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.
Reg once had a childhood friend that gave in to temptation and the depths of addiction, this track is about what he saw when the Black Velvet glove took control. The degradation of a poor soul who lost his grip on reality and fell to depths so…
Early seventies type electric blues thing.
Here's some lyrics:
Bye Bi Baby
Sorry to see you fly
Bye Bi Baby
Sorry to see you fly
You wanted the one thing I couldn't give you
No matter how hard I tried
Bye Bi Baby
We had some fun…
This is the song that's responsible for the creation of this band in the first place. It was originally intended to be used with another band of mine, but kept growing and changing, until it no longer suited that band.
Since then, I have a full…
Comments on igor's stuff
Who wants to weep for eternity though even if it is accompanied by beautiful, rippling music.
sweet little piece,, quietly evocative, R
Eccentric and refreshing!
Sublime.
Lovely! All very nice new pieces
Very Nice! And a little different for you
Cool ole tones.
Another very cool track mate
Now that was enjoyable very relaxing
very nice
Simply beautiful.
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.
Beautiful Igor very well played indeed.
Sounds like healing...or sunshine reaching through breaking clouds.
Agree with Kirk. Nice ambient piano and use of space, between the notes.
Gorgeous piece Igor!
beautiful Igor great playing. Very cool.
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...
Beautiful music...
most beautiful,, the soft moments of tension set amidst the gentle flow of note and silence is exquisite,,,, on another note, acoustic or midi? the reverb of the base strings is really amazing,, sensual even,,, what are those squeaks in the into and end midi sounds or the creaking of the bench,,, a very rich and full piece Richard
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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 ]