Daytime and night direction of the senses are different, and not only with increased perception, but also with some distortion of reality. Voices of the previous thousands of years?
This piece is an illustration of one of the episodes of a Russian fairy tale about a little brave Humpbacked Horse.
Instruments used: blues harp (harmonica), classical guitar and some bells-and-whistles. Narrated by Svetlana.
This story about good crocodile, which stopped in the middle, sits on a suitcase, recalls the past and thinks: where to go next?
Also:
Why should we hurry—why indeed?
When every way we fly
We are molested equally
By immortality.
No respite…
On the one hand, each of us is unique and has its own sea inside. On the other hand, we are very similar, sometimes even too much. That's interesting - our seas too much alike?
~for the inner space of each of us~
This piece is an illustration of one of the episodes of a Russian fairy tale about a little brave Humpbacked Horse.
Instruments used: blues harp (harmonica), classical guitar and some bells-and-whistles. Narrated by Svetlana.
On the one hand, each of us is unique and has its own sea inside. On the other hand, we are very similar, sometimes even too much. That's interesting - our seas too much alike?
~for the inner space of each of us~
Ideas and patterns, especially in music, comes immediate, and often as quickly disappear - as if they were not there at all. That is why a true Knight Of The Music is always ready. In the modern sense, this means that his studio all the time is…
Musical piece about the fairy adventures of toys on and around the Christmas tree, and all that.
For us, the boring adults realists, such a story is ridiculous, but not for them - for children who listen to tales with bated breath. For them…
This is a Brain Damage. According to the title and genre of the songs here can not be mistakes as well as "notes out of tune". Important is your enjoyment in the game, and if it was, it is our pleasure while listening. C'mon!
One of my favorites. It was recorded a long long time ago while I was a freshman at Queens College, NY. If you like it, check out my page on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Boris.Shpitalnik
Another classic recorded "back in the day" when I was just a tiny little freshman fry.. Check out my page on facebook at: http://www.facebook.com/Boris.Shpitalnik
By the way: what is this mysterious square iPods with a scroll wheel on each of its sides that you use instead of portrait? I do not remember this model from Apple ... P.S. Let me suggest that it is ... hmm ... Schrödinger's paradox box, for example :-)
...and yes - Floyd is Floyd, absolutely agree.
This is a composition from July's '96, and it could be said that it belongs to a period in which i was listening to, and composing, in a kind of 'baroque' style, very influenced by J. S. Bach. I hope you like and/or enjoy it.
.......if there not the one,should you keep looking, if so for how long...........well Reg threw Henwrench's music into the cellar and what bounced out was a song he wasn't suspecting....
Love me tender
I've been alone now seems to long…
~Puzzles, misterious, riddles~
Ghosts do not speak - they communicate with gestures, in silence. We consider them mysterious. I wonder what they think we are? What if they, as well as some of us thinks about them, to believe that we don't exist? And also what if... Oh, I think got carried away :-) Good piece, really.
P.S. I did like this - I run it on the cyclic play (I recommend to try). Drift...
View the footage with music [at youtube](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQZDRKD8oSA&hd=1)
After watching the video of the tsunami devastating the shores of Japan, I couldn't work anymore. So instead I sat down to dedicate a few hours of…
Not being particularly religious, I still believe that the soul exists and that it does not die.
The prologue and epilogue of this piece were recorded in Basilique Sacre Coeur, Paris, on March, 11th 2011.
~For those who left and those who…
To Beth: ...all those steps: this is not a plain steps. It's - movement and breath of the people around me, it's lively atmosphere, and, I think, a sense of belonging. We are all - one. At that moment, at least.
Our lovely cat Minimini is such a nice cat. She loved to go outside with me in the snow. And so I had to make some music and video with her.
This was in January 2010
This track is from the 1986 Scartaglen album "The Middle Path". The first tune "Jezaig" was composed by Breton musician Gilles Le Bigot. The second tune is one of the "Cantigas de Santa Maria" and is attributed to King Alfonso X of Spain
Roger…
Where are these people? Were they really or it is simple stories of that type that infinitely tell and is lazy discuss in pubs in the evenings? The answer will come, not soon. Or never.
~was a Kansas City based Celtic~
A bit of a ding dong in the cellar last night while on a Bender Reg, was sitting at the bar talking to himself an met J. M. Barrie. They disagreed on something and argued into the night...........but they left together........
.. and then the Scottish man said: "Why can't you fly now, bro?"
And he answered him: "Because I am grown up. When people grow up they forget the way."
Barry, promply: "Why do they forget the way?"
Reg, after a minute: "Because they are no longer happy and innocent and heartless..."
And then they left together, towards the night.
P.S. A bit of a ding-dong was from the toaster, that's what.
The darkness has come to haunt Reg again.....
The Darkness comes again
Disbeliever what is your name
Your calling out from the dark again
I hear your words but there not what they say
in my mind there as clear as mud
The trodden…
While Reg was travelling the country he met an old Indian gentleman called Abdul Aziz in a newsagents in the city of Bradford in the North of England while buying his morning paper. Reg struck up a conversation with the old man and they got on…
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and there it is, full of promise for a lovely evening.
This is the Idaho just out side of Moscow ;o) Great feel to this one!
Snowing here too...fantastic song!
Bravo!! Great feel, so open and big....
Most enchanting and I love Svetlana's graceful voice.
Ya, all acoustic-n-natural. Logic mastering aftereffects, though.
very nice,,, is this acoustic? i like the effect
I can see the video !
deep seas man
soulful keywork
Beautiful mate very nice
..pretty, man.
...nice, man.
Aptly titled. Very Beautiful!
Gorgeous!
Sweet.
Brilliant composership, concise and convincing. Thanks!
Amazingly beautiful, thanks for the effort
...So nice, Igor..
...yes!!! beautiful and challenging, senor. (The abundance to and through you, this ChristMass and in the new year.)
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This is a Brain Damage. According to the title and genre of the songs here can not be mistakes as well as "notes out of tune". Important is your enjoyment in the game, and if it was, it is our pleasure while listening. C'mon!
~magnetique stripe; a quietus as final cut~
The revolutionary spirit of Texas. Miraculously survived.
what a clarinet! ~Vandoren~
~light and shadow of that will never come back~
~otra tarde, una más de las ásperas soleadas tardes en continuo~
By the way: what is this mysterious square iPods with a scroll wheel on each of its sides that you use instead of portrait? I do not remember this model from Apple ... P.S. Let me suggest that it is ... hmm ... Schrödinger's paradox box, for example :-) ...and yes - Floyd is Floyd, absolutely agree.
...waiting for a a peaceful beast. ~ La bestia en la puerta~
Here's how I would like to play. Thank you Roberto.
I remember Slade. Ambrose Slade. You?
~Puzzles, misterious, riddles~ Ghosts do not speak - they communicate with gestures, in silence. We consider them mysterious. I wonder what they think we are? What if they, as well as some of us thinks about them, to believe that we don't exist? And also what if... Oh, I think got carried away :-) Good piece, really. P.S. I did like this - I run it on the cyclic play (I recommend to try). Drift...
~fluke-chains, adrift out of nowhere to nowhere~
Enjoyed how it's happily ends on 'A maj' :-) And how it was, from beginning to the end. ~Song of hope~
Weep for those who were not, for those who left us and those who are just arriving. ~This time Superfrog will not save~
To Beth: ...all those steps: this is not a plain steps. It's - movement and breath of the people around me, it's lively atmosphere, and, I think, a sense of belonging. We are all - one. At that moment, at least.
~passages and chants of the innocent forest people~
Where are these people? Were they really or it is simple stories of that type that infinitely tell and is lazy discuss in pubs in the evenings? The answer will come, not soon. Or never. ~was a Kansas City based Celtic~
.. and then the Scottish man said: "Why can't you fly now, bro?" And he answered him: "Because I am grown up. When people grow up they forget the way." Barry, promply: "Why do they forget the way?" Reg, after a minute: "Because they are no longer happy and innocent and heartless..." And then they left together, towards the night. P.S. A bit of a ding-dong was from the toaster, that's what.
~Didn't lose the one who realizes a loss~
...and they said: "Never trust a man named Abdul Aziz, a friend. Especially if he is al-Hakim". But he didn't listen.