~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…
Wow. This is mighty fine. It goes places but it's still obviously the same piece. I wasn't expecting it to hold my attention all the way. But I was actually sorry it finished!
~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…
I got it turned up loud..... that bass is bouncing around my insides shaking every part up.... the haunting guitar is........stirring.......like a church organ.....
~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…
~Decrepit shadow of a piano in the shadows of former visitors~
I've played in such a cafe, a long time ago, for a meal/drink, thru the night. Surreal it was; second life. Yeah ...
~Decrepit shadow of a piano in the shadows of former visitors~
I've played in such a cafe, a long time ago, for a meal/drink, thru the night. Surreal it was; second life. Yeah ...
Smoke of the past
The shadow of experiences
What was not
But could have been
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For Kevin Scot Sparks, Painter-Prof., All-Age Mentor & Trumpeter-Producer
At least once each of us has seen the so-called prophetic dream, bright or in matt. Come true, though?
~There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear…
Kari put this backer up on Songcrafters looking for a vocal so i jumped at the chance to collborate again with Kari...Thanks Kari
November’s song w/Redler
Autumn is over, it’s now the season of reflection
Autumn is done and winter is here…
Thanks for listening .......
YOU ARE NOT LIKE ME
Some People don’t know they can’t control their dreams
They hold them back and watch them rip at the seams
If they could break away maybe one day they could see
that I am not like you…
Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care?
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I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
Actor: me too, Trev. There is definitely a difference in roles since childhood, but how it affects us humans is not known. Creators and users? Listeners and performers? Probably deeper. Not worse, just deeper. I wonder of how it will be for AI 👀
The Freedom Of The Moon
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Poem by Robert Frost
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one…
Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.
This Track was recorded a couple of years ago, and I started thinking about it because of the recent Track "dreaming" that I uploaded.
My friend Lavasir Nordrum (http://www.lavasir.no/portfolio/into-the-mendicant) somehow managed to get us…
Heres one I found on my Hard drive an experiment with Igor 2016 part of a project called mmmm I believe (Hi Igor its been a while...) anyway hope you enjoy
Invisible pearls gleam where only some have access. Sometimes a window opens and suddenly it rains, lights, and everyone sees the beautiful! For short ...
Hey,
I just improvised again this night and wanted to share what came out. Usually I'm such a perfectionist and have to get every detail right, with the effect that I don't share a lot of stuff that I do.
Here I recorded the first voice…
In the beginning there was a voice. ~Was it a voice or an echo of yesteryear?~ Was this that first voice that sometimes descends from the misty mountains in the morning? ... Am Anfang war eine Stimme...
Ukulele and vocals performed by Jazz, 12.
She's starting to write her own stuff (proud!) but just to get her in the studio for the first time, here is a cover of a song by Vance Joy.
The last party in the lunar nightclub. Moon splinters accelerate and try to scatter in different directions, away. But The Microcosm does not allow them to do this. He is in charge of microtonality. At least I feel that way ...
Still trying to figure the Kemper out....I should really start using the Noise gate on it by the sound of this but i don't have the time to do it now as i'm busy doing nothing.
Capo 1st Fret D Bm G D A X3
Bm A X4
NO PARTICULAR PLACE TO BE…
Oh, man. We are sitting on the terrace right now, doing nothing particular but listening to your song about us (Pinot Grigio a bit, too), as we now. I'm loving it, man, you know.
P.S. Dude, you are the best, as usual.
a bit of doodling turned into this .....
The clock strikes midnight and Jennys heading home
Peter, makes do with bus and he sits there on his alone
He’s Watching the streets fill with people as the the raindrops form to the glass
the falling…
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.
Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
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…
"Kiwa Hirsuta was discovered in March 2005 [...] along the Pacific-Antarctic Ridge [...] south of Easter Island at a depth of 2,200 meters (7,200 ft), living on hydrothermal vents." -Wikipedia
The more you search, the more you find. Or get lost, which is sometimes the best option. Life goes on and will go on, right?
All the best to you, Kirk!
Igor
03.10.2018
another for the RPM the seeker the psychic the depressed turn to to put there life back on track.....
THE SEEKER
so your the seeker, who can unfold the dreams
can you tell me whats waiting out there in the foreseen
can you see in to my minds…
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Wow. This is mighty fine. It goes places but it's still obviously the same piece. I wasn't expecting it to hold my attention all the way. But I was actually sorry it finished!
I got it turned up loud..... that bass is bouncing around my insides shaking every part up.... the haunting guitar is........stirring.......like a church organ.....
just play it loud, dude mine
Lovely and dreamy indeed!
So beautiful w;-)
The recipe to a memorable Piece of music is one piano, one Russian and hint of Igor and stir gently..................
Lovely melody Igor!
an astounding piece
Wow, well played!
Wonderful mix of styles all in one piece. Nice!
Good one ,tells a story.
Lovely song!
Wonderful piece of work there!
Come back..... Come Back.....
...ooo- 'like the sense of line here, friend!
Is it the last - or the penultimate? Beautiful sounds, man. Russian soul music. :)
much better than the other ominous title below. 'sounds nice!
oooooo yeah, man- dig the intro!
Man- I recognize THEM samples, bro! They are my friends. :) Best to you!
we need some prophetic dreams, no? Thanks for your sounds!
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That fleeting thing that has passed, and always passes. Let it remain a warm wave that comes from the back streets of memory.
to a haze, yeah.
Actor: me too, Trev. There is definitely a difference in roles since childhood, but how it affects us humans is not known. Creators and users? Listeners and performers? Probably deeper. Not worse, just deeper. I wonder of how it will be for AI 👀
Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.
Heavenly sounds descend from nowhere and disappear into nowhere. The voice of the poet’s soul. --Thanks for Respighi, man.
Invisible pearls gleam where only some have access. Sometimes a window opens and suddenly it rains, lights, and everyone sees the beautiful! For short ...
In the beginning there was a voice. ~Was it a voice or an echo of yesteryear?~ Was this that first voice that sometimes descends from the misty mountains in the morning? ... Am Anfang war eine Stimme...
Oh, for a year now they all turn green of this song. Me too :)) But look, no lump - you're sing the words right! 🙃
Well, you sparkle like a diamond as always, Tessa!
The last party in the lunar nightclub. Moon splinters accelerate and try to scatter in different directions, away. But The Microcosm does not allow them to do this. He is in charge of microtonality. At least I feel that way ...
Hier kommt die Katze!
Oh, man. We are sitting on the terrace right now, doing nothing particular but listening to your song about us (Pinot Grigio a bit, too), as we now. I'm loving it, man, you know. P.S. Dude, you are the best, as usual.
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Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
Fortunately, such a thing is not to be felt seems. You just become happier, thats all... not anymore... not anymore... who knows?
This "Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather" is beautiful.
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The more you search, the more you find. Or get lost, which is sometimes the best option. Life goes on and will go on, right? All the best to you, Kirk! Igor 03.10.2018
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