The epochs are changing, the kaleidoscope of events is spinning faster and faster. The horizon of events, as the beginning of the rainbow, is not possible to reach. Which does not mean that there is no way for others.
Grand piano piece for the "Magnolia Suite" album. Inspired by "Tree At My Window", the poem by Robert Frost (1874–1963).
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Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between…
Grand piano piece for the "Magnolia Suite" album. Inspired by "Tree At My Window", the poem by Robert Frost (1874–1963).
~
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between…
Grand piano piece for the "Magnolia Suite" album. Inspired by "Tree At My Window", the poem by Robert Frost (1874–1963).
~
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between…
...it's when to take time to pause and reflect before going into action. Time for a Condor moment. Before you get sucked into the whirlpool of ‘possible solutions’.
10.2018
/ Thank You Trevor for an idea, and for the inspiration.
Prometheus:
The idea is a bird that does not tolerate restrictions and rushed skyward.
Igor
Bad Münder am Deister
10.2018
For Svetlana, derjenige, der das Licht bringt.
Last-n-found from the “Long Farewells” recording session. Recorded live, one-by-one, in one of endless winter evening.
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http://adneonlux.bandcamp.com/album/long-farewells
The inner joy that comes from the fact that Sunday morning comes. Ahead are lights, and new challenges, and happiness of knowing the world. I see the glittering event horizon, I'm on the way to.
Für Leon
02.2017
Bad Münder am Deister
Every day is good, and rainy one in particular, because it is what locks us under the roof, to give time / to force to think about why we live, and to understand the value of short solar moments.
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What's the name of the day to us, who are immortal and infinite?
The inner joy that comes from the fact that Sunday morning comes. Ahead are lights, and new challenges, and happiness of knowing the world. I see the glittering event horizon, I'm on the way to.
Für Leon
02.2017
Bad Münder am Deister
Sunday
Why does in rain on a sunday
why is not sunny every sunday
Why does the day not act according to its name
why oh why does it have to rain
I had plans
I do not play the violin and other instruments.
I don't need it - I build the walls, and I do it better than anyone.
I'll build a walls around and don't need to think anymore.
I don't see lights, and the colors I don't need.
I am now a big…
Sitting here in the warm by the fire peering out of the window into the coming night. Seeing the frost sparkle on the decking. I feel a little smug knowing I can stay here in my comfortable chair till morning if I'd like, listening to this wonderful soundscape..... I thank you sir
indeed, i think of snow... i almost hear this as a sound track for a movie, i visualize something in the alps or perhaps the white mountains,, yes quite lovely indeed
I'm trying to experiment with intentionally combining two different sounds. Since I seem to find this difficult I am starting with using a drone as one of the sounds taking my inspiration from the opening tracks of the Brian Eno & Jah Wobble…
It's funny but Reg doesn't feel the same when he goes back to his old hometown....He feels a bit of a stranger not just to the folks but to himself it's like he doesn't recognise his old self anymore ..........so Reg discussed this over with Elvis…
Icarus Syndrome
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In darkness I have flown
In darkness I have died
Dead and dreaming to a world
of absolutely nothing that I find
Am I really lost?
Am I really gone?
Choices have consequence
At least we know where ours are…
I was told that even tho she left me after 28 years it doesn't negate the idea.
There’s a place in my mind where your face had a home
Long before you came into my life
Before you were a known
There’s a note in my song that I knew fit somewhere…
Dance, to the movement of the stars
Sing till the walls around us ring
Pray that it never fades away
Until we sleep
...
Now go to sleep
Into a deep and dreamless sleep our spirits fall
And what we sow we cannot reap nor keep at all
/Gilmour/
~before we slept~
~Donec Somnus~
...
Dance, to the movement of the stars
Sing till the walls around us ring
Pray that it never fades away
Until we sleep
...
Now go to sleep
Into a deep and dreamless sleep our spirits fall
And what we sow we cannot reap nor keep at all
/Gilmour/
~before we slept~
Reg heard the color of the lonely street by Vaisvil and Norbert and got himself all Jazzy inside.... so he's released it .........by going out for a walk along the lonely street..........
Reg has nipped down the cellar tonight to contemplate the big question...this is what he came up with ...he could be wrong who knows...and now he's going for a nice hot bath...............
1st voice: - And what if he finds the answer to this question, which he calls the great?
2nd voice: - ...doubt...
3rd voice, from afar: - He don't. Asked wrong. Rather just in the bath...
@matt Poetry, Yeah. This is often the case.
My comment: I'm just showing how the tragedy and heroism of some people is suddenly not so that there is, and even ... vice versa, sometimes.
"I am a mirror," as sung by Leo Sayer in one of the Alan Parsons Project song. Although ... Okay, a distraction.
~Every face is someone else~
~C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre~
In fact, russians thought that the British cavalry were drunk (and think so still), which slightly improved the reputation of the British cavalry for the rest of the war.
Something I've been listening to this morning on repeat so I thought I would record and share it.
At heart it's two instances of the Morpheus metallophone instrument layered together with some nice verb and a bit of compression.
One of the…
This was written during the challenge in february and was meant to be the title track. But I never really got time to develop it. I still like it though, so I thought I'd cut it rough, leave it undeveloped, and chuck it out there to see what you…
A first for me a song done completely on the Boss Micro BR.............Elvis just loves this little thang.....i need some practice with the mastering and mixing .....i wont mention the guitar that's a given.....but i'm quite pleased....it's all…
Comments on igor's stuff
" A matter of truth" which will not be found in a British Parliment during the tumble of Brexidiot
Very nice. I wanted it to keep going and going
absolutely beautiful. Complex yet flows like wine.
This "Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather" is beautiful.
beautiful
<3
I'll light my pipe and sit back and enjoy this condor moment......
the piano player plays and the notes begin to fly
Happy Birthday B as the sun introduces the frost to the grass
very nice
Oh lgor, my dear friend. Thank you, this is very lovely. Bee x
great stuff
Every day is good, and rainy one in particular, because it is what locks us under the roof, to give time / to force to think about why we live, and to understand the value of short solar moments. -- What's the name of the day to us, who are immortal and infinite?
Sunday Why does in rain on a sunday why is not sunny every sunday Why does the day not act according to its name why oh why does it have to rain I had plans
Really enjoying this one (now on my third listen)! Thank you kindly for sharing it with us, Igor. :)
Thank you for posting yet another great one, Igor. Always a pleasure listening to these! ^_^
A time for sadness.... what delight..... silent snow dancing it's song to the coming night...
Sitting here in the warm by the fire peering out of the window into the coming night. Seeing the frost sparkle on the decking. I feel a little smug knowing I can stay here in my comfortable chair till morning if I'd like, listening to this wonderful soundscape..... I thank you sir
indeed, i think of snow... i almost hear this as a sound track for a movie, i visualize something in the alps or perhaps the white mountains,, yes quite lovely indeed
Lovely!
Comments made by igor
...in a direction; I too... (~_~)
~Late return of the Prodigal Son~
~Darkness Can Dance~
~lights are extinguished, one by one~
This idea is eternal, my friend. This is - the hope; this is - the bright path. Even after 28 years, even after ...
Dance, to the movement of the stars Sing till the walls around us ring Pray that it never fades away Until we sleep ... Now go to sleep Into a deep and dreamless sleep our spirits fall And what we sow we cannot reap nor keep at all /Gilmour/ ~before we slept~
~Donec Somnus~ ... Dance, to the movement of the stars Sing till the walls around us ring Pray that it never fades away Until we sleep ... Now go to sleep Into a deep and dreamless sleep our spirits fall And what we sow we cannot reap nor keep at all /Gilmour/ ~before we slept~
Step by step we move, word by word we talk. Climbing ..? Descent ..? All will be there ...
~The light streaming through the branches of an old tree, and goes down the path. Whether to go? ~
The spirit of jazz, as a phantom of the opera before, is walking down a deserted nighttime streets. And sings. He sings to himself, about himself.....
1st voice: - And what if he finds the answer to this question, which he calls the great? 2nd voice: - ...doubt... 3rd voice, from afar: - He don't. Asked wrong. Rather just in the bath...
That darkness, that is called "the light", inner as well. ~mirando desde el lado inverso~
~de los desaparecidos, que era y que nunca fue~
@matt Poetry, Yeah. This is often the case. My comment: I'm just showing how the tragedy and heroism of some people is suddenly not so that there is, and even ... vice versa, sometimes. "I am a mirror," as sung by Leo Sayer in one of the Alan Parsons Project song. Although ... Okay, a distraction. ~Every face is someone else~
~C'est magnifique, mais ce n'est pas la guerre~ In fact, russians thought that the British cavalry were drunk (and think so still), which slightly improved the reputation of the British cavalry for the rest of the war.
~ Was there a man dismay'd? Not tho' the soldier knew Some one had blunder'd ~
At heart it's a Tibetan, lost in mantras, is not seeking to escape because he did not need it anymore. He is in himself, completed. ~The Long Now~
I confess I did not understand what it mean, but it's not important, right? Fun, crackers, and balloon ... Class! I'm in.
To fly you have to be easier, Commander Reg, or so and stay down until we all, as one, will take off. Whew! Or...
we enjoy as much as you did when doing it, Rocker :-)