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).
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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).
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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…
...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
Reg is back on the drink there was no escaping it. He found out that Desirea was not what he thought she was, she had been telling him lies and his hopes were dashed again.............. theres a little mess up on the Xylophone but what can you…
~too many lies can not exist - there are only many hopes we describes as unfulfilled, dashed, ruined... Depends on hopeless person who hoped~
...he's been drinking, he was drunk, hopes were dashed. The story, again. P.S. I think I'll drink too, you know. Ehh...
This is a piece written for 37signals, made to accompany a [fun video they did on Letterpress printing](http://37signals.com/svn/posts/2795-a-letterpressed-thank-you)
The track is best listened to in context of the video, since it's scored…
This is a piece written for 37signals, made to accompany a [fun video they did on Letterpress printing](http://37signals.com/svn/posts/2795-a-letterpressed-thank-you)
The track is best listened to in context of the video, since it's scored…
An art piano piece inspired by poem Kontrapunkti (Counterpoint) by the Finnish poet and author Eeva-Liisa Manner who was a frontline figure in the Finnish post-WWII modernism. You can find an English translation of the poem here: http://nordicvoicesinprint…
~Bless the Beasts & Children~
Shades of feeling. How do I transfer them to the music unless only I can is to roar as the buffalo? Overload from top, firmament from below. Play one note. Then another, then a third. Then overdrive them, all…
Reg has decided to write this song about an English serial killer known as the Crossbow killer to make those young trusting women well aware that some men are not always what they seem ................. as in the case of Stephen Griffiths who…
Written & Recorded: Feb 26, 2011
GADGAD Capo III, DADGAD Capo III
This is probably my last track for this year's RPM Challenge (leaving it incomplete for 2011). I'm kind of worn out and not feeling super inspired this year and I sort of…
~Bless the Beasts & Children~
Shades of feeling. How do I transfer them to the music unless only I can is to roar as the buffalo? Overload from top, firmament from below. Play one note. Then another, then a third. Then overdrive them, all…
Reg has got a little soppy since he met his new girl, the widow Desirea. His pretty sure she's the one but the old fears keep rising. He knows he has to put the past behind him if any relationship is ever going to stand a chance of working…
Aw, we tried to make this a bit more pro, but sometimes the really fun moments in life are fleeting. So here it is warts and all. But don't mind that - just get out onto the dance floor with Reg! It's ok: he's up to date on his shots.
When…
Written & Recorded: Feb 26, 2011
GADGAD Capo III, DADGAD Capo III
This is probably my last track for this year's RPM Challenge (leaving it incomplete for 2011). I'm kind of worn out and not feeling super inspired this year and I sort of…
Reg has decided that he doesn't want hurting again so he has decided to be up front about what he wants.................. Love me for who I am........
Love me, Love me, for who I am
Love me, take me for what I am…
~By Mother Goose~
In fact, the only thing that each of us wants to hear is that we're loved, always. Loved no matter what we are and what we do. It's in us from childhood (though someone will say - from God). Or from mother nature.
Reg has decided that he doesn't want hurting again so he has decided to be up front about what he wants.................. Love me for who I am........
Love me, Love me, for who I am
Love me, take me for what I am…
A lot of different types of people get down the cellar since Elvis moved in and Reg has been taking notice.........
A BLUE BLOODED JUNKIE
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A Blue blooded junkie has the time of his life…
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
~low~
~we're missed, we'll being missed~
~too many lies can not exist - there are only many hopes we describes as unfulfilled, dashed, ruined... Depends on hopeless person who hoped~ ...he's been drinking, he was drunk, hopes were dashed. The story, again. P.S. I think I'll drink too, you know. Ehh...
...I meant I like it :-)
~pretzel music~
~addio piccola mia~
~dead drops of Mozart~
...the break at about 3 min is a break before taking the new weight, you know? :-)
Telegraph & Argus/Bradford: "Be always, be on guard".
~Dark Sun~ It has a very different feeling, with or without darkness, you know?
La démarche irrésistible de l'irréversibilité
just play it loud, dude mine
~will follow the light~
~swansong~
~You Will Meet a Tall Dark Jonnie~
Hard Dance Reg as we know him. Yeah..!
First class.
~By Mother Goose~ In fact, the only thing that each of us wants to hear is that we're loved, always. Loved no matter what we are and what we do. It's in us from childhood (though someone will say - from God). Or from mother nature.
~hopeless..?~ Crowd from the outside, it sounds louder. The same. Again. It comes and comes. Talks didn't helps. We saw, we saw...
Tiger Lilies, in bloom. Sign of Spring ...or a Fall....