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
It's not unusual to chase your girl around with a dull axe, is it? Just kidding - This was 60 tracks and almost a year to finish. I had some help:
Guitars: Tony W
Fadeout Solo: Gnasty
Acoustic/Rhythm Guitars: Me
Phone Message: Tony W &…
~He turned pale... and threw himself at her feet~
~And the veil of Russian snow slowly began to cover them both...~
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~Snow blizzard pounced in a rush, and as quickly disappears~
~As your sound thru the night~
Had these backing tracks laying around on my drive for a while and didn't know what to do with them, so grabbed my Ebow and a fretless electric that I built for myself a couple years ago and had a go. My fretless playing is really in its infancy…
I swore that I would NEVER upload this. Was having a bad day trying to loop "nice" acoustic guitar sounds and got frustrated so grabbed my Taylor and plugged it into a cheesy Effects box and straight into the looper. Started twiddling knobs and…
Zona (Russian word for 'zone') was inspired by Andrei Tarkovsky's movie Stalker where the protagonist takes his guests to a 'forbidden zone' to experience glimpses of an alternative reality.
You know, I always thought that he leads them into experience the true reality - the one that actually is. If it is ...
Hmm... My impression from that "zone" lighter than yours. Well, I will answer thee, with my play.
This song was inspired by Mikhail Lermontov's 1840 poem 'From Goethe':
The mountain heights
Sleep in the darkness of night
The quiet valleys
Are filled with a dewy haze.
The road has no dust,
The leaves do not shake…
Wait awhile
And you will…
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Ueber allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh’,
In allen Wipfeln
Spürest du
Kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde.
Warte nur, balde
Ruhest du auch.
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Dear society,
Here, in my seclusion - my isolation - I've come upon a pattern in time and history that we had not previously seen. You need not be concerned about whether or not I've gone crazy, it won't matter soon because you'll understand…
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Hello, muchacha
No, no, me muchacho you muchacha
You know like me Tarzan, you Jane
Me muchacho, you muchacha
Oh, you muchacho, me muchaca
Wow, too much of a woman
Mucha, muchacha
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~Long-forgotten voices, tears and laughter ... an empty stage as a metaphor for what was~
P.S. Ah, it would be necessary then re-master: add echo and "otherworldly" reverb, a bit.
This is an experimental track based on a binaural field recording from Schiphol airport. The noisy, effective and informative soundworld of a modern airport reveals here its dreamlike harmonies and hidden heartbeats.
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
~Are You Sequenced? - Yes, I'm~
~rock steady~
~I remember then being different, when I could fly, when I could dream~
~Gandalf appears on highlands~
Elegiac emotion - outward!
~He turned pale... and threw himself at her feet~ ~And the veil of Russian snow slowly began to cover them both...~ ~~~ ~Snow blizzard pounced in a rush, and as quickly disappears~ ~As your sound thru the night~
I think you need to continue such soul searches - you're successful, Master Kirk. Longer was even better ...
~wave of mess into something like music~you're succeded~
You know, I always thought that he leads them into experience the true reality - the one that actually is. If it is ... Hmm... My impression from that "zone" lighter than yours. Well, I will answer thee, with my play.
~~~ Ueber allen Gipfeln Ist Ruh’, In allen Wipfeln Spürest du Kaum einen Hauch; Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde. Warte nur, balde Ruhest du auch. ~~~
~We may never know exactly how they played music~ Now, through the veil of romantic, I hear~ Is it? ...
Sie war es, Deutschland. Hallo liebe Freunde! Hey, machen laut!
Pattern in time and history that I had previously seen - the fight with itself in isolation. Oh ..! I'm gonna crazy down...
~ Hello, muchacha No, no, me muchacho you muchacha You know like me Tarzan, you Jane Me muchacho, you muchacha Oh, you muchacho, me muchaca Wow, too much of a woman Mucha, muchacha ~
Then it was the orchestra of 200 musicians. Now it is a pairs bubbling up in the phase. Noise, ordered..?
The joy and the freedom of playing piano - that's it! Waves.
~Long-forgotten voices, tears and laughter ... an empty stage as a metaphor for what was~ P.S. Ah, it would be necessary then re-master: add echo and "otherworldly" reverb, a bit.
Found no Eno here- good sign :-) Ja! - found your/Lena Sleepless in Dresden, good.
~Post-classical pastoral as impressionism in painting, but on a matte paper~What I forgot?~I can't remember that...~
Piano Poetry - it's what I do, too, in private or in public with a grand piano. Thank you for sharing it here, Elena.