Not being particularly religious, I still believe that the soul exists and that it does not die.
The prologue and epilogue of this piece were recorded in Basilique Sacre Coeur, Paris, on March, 11th 2011.
~For those who left and those who…
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~
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~
Not being particularly religious, I still believe that the soul exists and that it does not die.
The prologue and epilogue of this piece were recorded in Basilique Sacre Coeur, Paris, on March, 11th 2011.
~For those who left and those who…
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~
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~
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~
Musical piece about the fairy adventures of toys on and around the Christmas tree, and all that.
For us, the boring adults realists, such a story is ridiculous, but not for them - for children who listen to tales with bated breath. For them…
Not being particularly religious, I still believe that the soul exists and that it does not die.
The prologue and epilogue of this piece were recorded in Basilique Sacre Coeur, Paris, on March, 11th 2011.
~For those who left and those who…
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~
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~
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~
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~
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~
To Richard (with thanks for listening btw):
...well constructed: No, I almost do not use MIDI, this is a live recording from one of my local concerts, Yamaha Clavinova, and the second part is same live recording, but with live switching to Yamaha Clavinova / Rhodes.
...two different pieces: here it is presented as it was played (as one piece, in two parts). At a local album that I released, it was in two pieces, one after another, without the 2 seconds pause. A small problem of net-music is that it became difficult to release a concept album as me, a composer, has designed it. So here I've put this play in such a "pristine" (say - original) form
Some effects, as well as the sounds of the summer forest from our countryside house, were appended to the record later, when mixing. For ~the mood~
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~
wonderful playing,,,the first piano part is particularly well constructed, recording or midi? the sound is great, the synth/electric organ? adds a very different sound style,,, also very nice, i think if it was me, i might have made them into 2 different pieces,, (but that's me) id love to hear your thinking on this creative decision... take care Richard
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~
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~
Thank you for the accompaniment to my lunch ....one should always have good music accompanying a nice meal, don't you think................time for a little thought.........
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~
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
..yeah, man
Oh my . . . I feel this one.
Wow.
Beautiful piece of music; my mind peacefully drifts off to it's sound.
Big fat heart.
Sweet.
~and everything under the sun is in tune~ (Waters)
C'est formidable!
You really can tell a story through your music. This is an exceptional piece.
wow! stunning. love this one. It touches me deeply.
emotive and engrossing.
Strong, comforting, melancholic, uplifting and quite beautiful.
Oh, that was most enjoyable. Faved! That Igor, means I liked it!! Very much!
Bienvenidos, mi querido maestro Kirk :-)
That was 10 minutes well spent. Thank you sir!
To Richard (with thanks for listening btw): ...well constructed: No, I almost do not use MIDI, this is a live recording from one of my local concerts, Yamaha Clavinova, and the second part is same live recording, but with live switching to Yamaha Clavinova / Rhodes. ...two different pieces: here it is presented as it was played (as one piece, in two parts). At a local album that I released, it was in two pieces, one after another, without the 2 seconds pause. A small problem of net-music is that it became difficult to release a concept album as me, a composer, has designed it. So here I've put this play in such a "pristine" (say - original) form Some effects, as well as the sounds of the summer forest from our countryside house, were appended to the record later, when mixing. For ~the mood~
wonderful playing,,,the first piano part is particularly well constructed, recording or midi? the sound is great, the synth/electric organ? adds a very different sound style,,, also very nice, i think if it was me, i might have made them into 2 different pieces,, (but that's me) id love to hear your thinking on this creative decision... take care Richard
~Light music for meditation before, during and after the meal~
Thank you for the accompaniment to my lunch ....one should always have good music accompanying a nice meal, don't you think................time for a little thought.........
Beautiful piece igor.
Comments made by igor
~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.