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
Regs therapy is going well. Reg remembers some stories his Uncle Sam told him as a young man. Reg hasn't had a drink for a month now and his head is starting to clear.He has decided to visit Uncle Sam as it has been quite a few years and hopefully…
Well, you are not going to often hear a 70′s metal piece from me. I have to plead affection for genre as it is what I grew up with in my garage band days. In this piece I put to use my stratocaster copy strung up with “Not Even Slinky…
Reminds me that one:
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People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
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(BS, Para...)
()
~I was a realist, and was an idealist, I was the wind and burned with fire. I became mineralist, but that's what - I still don't know ...~
(by way of you and Nick Mason, the drummer, who sang:
...
Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream
Philip Glass is mineralist to the extreme
...
)
Reg has been with the new women in his life now for a while.She has noticed that Reg has an air of sadness around him.She wants to get to the bottom of it.She starts to ask him why? all the time. Reg wants to keep his secrets of his past to himself…
Reg has been caught again by the bottle this time he has nearly gone too far. He paralyzed with drink and hallucinating on the grog he sees his dead Uncle ................
Uncle
The room was spinning, the cartwheels have come,
He’s…
- Sober Voice: Yeah, it's often inherited.
- Principal Voice: But he has enough moral courage, realizing it, to resist?
- Evangelist: Would be Uncle alive he would have suggested how to be, uh...
- Clear Voice: ~silencio~
This is a tale of an anti hero Howard Marks who used the disguise of Mr Nice to cross borders and smuggle huge amounts of drugs, he was caught and sentenced to 25 years. He is now a loveable rogue playing to packed audiences telling tales of…
~nothing is true~
Reg knows that he will not die because there are two of them, and besides, though, he knows that he has nine lives like these ... hmm pussies with a tail, he's not sure on it. But he still does not know that adventure will be........
Reg was in the library reading back issues of the national papers to keep warm because a cold spell had hit the country hard and he had no money for heating. At least he could sit in the library reading until 5pm when it closed. Some strange stories…
Lyrics
Take the lift and your half way up....
Reach the top and your half way up...
You didn’t see your rise, and Lost your way.....
Looking down on the world your tears fall...
You Missed the Beauty of the climb.
And now you’re…
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
~ this bar is never empty, actually ~ there's always someone there ~ underwater bassist, for instance ~ ...or was it a vision, eh?~
~He was The Man~
...and I agree with what you said about Badfinger's Ass - very good record.
~wee tam and the big peaceful~
~still snowing, you don't beleive~
Reminds me that one: ~ People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify Can you help me occupy my brain? ~ (BS, Para...) ()
~I was a realist, and was an idealist, I was the wind and burned with fire. I became mineralist, but that's what - I still don't know ...~ (by way of you and Nick Mason, the drummer, who sang: ... Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream Philip Glass is mineralist to the extreme ... )
What's the strength, bro?
~yet another drunken escapade while listening coz I luv you~
~electricity is shining in my face~
~is it still art or not? yea, this is rap~
- Sober Voice: Yeah, it's often inherited. - Principal Voice: But he has enough moral courage, realizing it, to resist? - Evangelist: Would be Uncle alive he would have suggested how to be, uh... - Clear Voice: ~silencio~
~nothing is true~ Reg knows that he will not die because there are two of them, and besides, though, he knows that he has nine lives like these ... hmm pussies with a tail, he's not sure on it. But he still does not know that adventure will be........
~is a delicate flower~
...and gave him an idea on how to...
~easy humming something quiet, and fly up...~
~brotherhood of us~
For all those who have parted forever, and those who have parted for a while.
Closely watching Reg ups and downs, worried: how is he?
Just agree with Geir.