~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
~
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…
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
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!
cool, dr.!
~still snowing, you don't beleive~
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 :-)