~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 ...
~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 ...
~Spinning the Squirrel Wheel~
Spinning-spinning our globe, and we're in spin with it, servants of spin. What if we actually just ... snowflakes? We are spinning all our lives, sometimes together but often apart. Is it sad? And, if so, then…
~Spinning the Squirrel Wheel~
Spinning-spinning our globe, and we're in spin with it, servants of spin. What if we actually just ... snowflakes? We are spinning all our lives, sometimes together but often apart. Is it sad? And, if so, then…
.... like a thousand souls escaping....... now were in the mystery....somethings wicked this way comes.....it's ok its passed us.....carry on playing.......astounding
~Through the night, and darkness, we rush forward to the tops of the universe. What for we're?~
The original version of this song was composed, written and mixed on board of the night train to Berlin, in 2004. Here is an updated version number…
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...~
~~~
~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…
~~~
Ueber allen Gipfeln
Ist Ruh’,
In allen Wipfeln
Spürest du
Kaum einen Hauch;
Die Vögelein schweigen im Walde.
Warte nur, balde
Ruhest du auch.
~~~
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
~
~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
Screenplay worthy! w;-)
If the make believe cafe was in Berlin i may have heard you. I used to frequent the place quite often. Nice coffee if i recall.........
my kinda cafe.
Wow...this is how I feel right now.
Can I use the "about" as lyrics for a song this rpm????????????????? Love this quirky delight!
Witty little piece.
Atmospherique!!!
Oui, toujours l'amour! Certainment!
Breath taking... w;-)
.... like a thousand souls escaping....... now were in the mystery....somethings wicked this way comes.....it's ok its passed us.....carry on playing.......astounding
Oooh, this is some pretty! Pretty and then some!
Lovely.
Beautiful.
Beautiful! That feeling of longing for something as yet undefined
For all those who have parted forever, and those who have parted for a while.
wonderful,,music after my own heart,,,,
it does capture the coldness of it all definitely. nice synthwork
thanks for checking out JD, that's a real oldie! But a personal fave I still play live everytime.
nice one!
Wow! Great track!
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.