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…
Well Reg got to thinking about his Hippie past and that its nearly time to go mushroom picking again before that first frost............i had nothing to do with it by the way....i'm innocent your honor ......Honest "Guv"....
Picking the Shroom…
I don't get up early,
It's almost as dusk
I collect fireflies,
As shooting stars,
I put them to the bag
To spill them to the black sky
When gets dark
When gets dark
Reg and Regfunkel reunion tour 2012...live in the Bunker...
Yesterday's Dreamer
Yesterday's dreamer sat on the sidewalk
Trying to find a way through his clouded mind
There was no rhyme or reason
To why he was feeling so down inside…
First voice, out of the corner: "... a man comes in his best when he is free and alone, as here."
Crowd: "Come on, man!"
Second voice, close to scene: "I don't know what he's doing, or where, but he's certainly not a fool."
~a cappella~
Summer Sun
Sitting in the summer sun
The heat warms the soul
Sitting reminiscing
Got no particular place go
life is all around me
The motion of the birds and bees
Is like heaven to me
Heaven to me
I lay out in an open field
Making…
...it's like a breeze, warm enough, from the past, which warms. It's like those clouds that looked like elephants, or rabbits, or...
Summertime, as it will be for someone, as it was for someone. And how it passed.
This is an ode for a good friend of mine that had took his own life at the end of last year. I was in the midst of writing some other songs and it stopped me in my tracks. I just wrote basically how I felt about this tragic ending to a very special…
To listen when timelessness.
~The road to the heights of knowledge is never easy, but it exists~
Also:
"He was asleep when the boy looked in the door in the morning. It was blowing so hard that the drifting-boats would not be going out…
Reg and Regfunkel reunion tour 2012...live in the Bunker...
Yesterday's Dreamer
Yesterday's dreamer sat on the sidewalk
Trying to find a way through his clouded mind
There was no rhyme or reason
To why he was feeling so down inside…
Yesterday's dreamer sat on the sidewalk,
Looked at the road traveled,
Tried to see it make sense,
And couldn't.
Or, maybe the meaning of the way is in the way itself, so dusty and lonely ..?
One of my favourites from the 60's. Stones recorded this one twice: with strings and with vibes. I've done it with cajon and a little grit.
Thanks for listening.
Sandy
Noodling with the "art guitar" in DADGAD tuning in the Serra sculpture Vortex at the FW MOMA. No fx added, all natural reverb/delay inside the structure.
Noodling with the "art guitar" in DADGAD tuning in the Serra sculpture Vortex at the FW MOMA. No fx added, all natural reverb/delay inside the structure.
Fort Worth/Vortex: the right place to strum, which goes into effect, which, in turn, moves the world around. I think so now, when listening to these VSs. Thank you Kavin, who is from planet Texas.
the first iteration of AFC was supposed to be this group, my old band American Catastrophe and singer Janette Salsbury singing. We had a couple practices, but never played live or recorded anything. The songs we played wound up on the first…
Instrumental Acoustic Guitar.
Written in 2010 for the wedding of a very good friend of mine, Jason. It was the processional, playing while the wedding crew walked down the aisle. Played it with montgomeru (who also wrote the recessional…
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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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I don't get up early, It's almost as dusk I collect fireflies, As shooting stars, I put them to the bag To spill them to the black sky When gets dark When gets dark
Reg and Regfunkel, Viva Reunion! But hey, who's Regfunkel..? :-)
First voice, out of the corner: "... a man comes in his best when he is free and alone, as here." Crowd: "Come on, man!" Second voice, close to scene: "I don't know what he's doing, or where, but he's certainly not a fool." ~a cappella~
...it's like a breeze, warm enough, from the past, which warms. It's like those clouds that looked like elephants, or rabbits, or... Summertime, as it will be for someone, as it was for someone. And how it passed.
~Friends 'll Be Friends~
...incl. the early 20th century Russian anarchist anthem "The Roast Chicken". Yes!
Yes, this is my piece and yes, I've played it. Glad that you liked, honestly.
~ Let your children play If ya give this man a ride Sweet memory will die Killer on the road, yeah Jazz is on the road ~
...here comes The Jazz, live.
Good steps of Giants. Well indeed.
...ginger cat walks gingerly on wet grass. Then, in the seventies...
Here it is, the spirit of freedom as it is; as it's clear from the misty Russian latitudes. Yes!
Yesterday's dreamer sat on the sidewalk, Looked at the road traveled, Tried to see it make sense, And couldn't. Or, maybe the meaning of the way is in the way itself, so dusty and lonely ..?
Stones recorded this one twice, Gritt ones, also great-n-drunk. I'm out of, too...
Here is the correct way to play the guitar as an orchestra. The development of the strings resonates to the shiny constellations
~Reg The Man~
Fort Worth/Vortex: the right place to strum, which goes into effect, which, in turn, moves the world around. I think so now, when listening to these VSs. Thank you Kavin, who is from planet Texas.
He found his funk, He was locked up in, But hey, Is the way out, eh? ;-)
"A" is for Apathy, clear. "J" becomes for Janette since then.
~ So now, After the years, I took the guitar to, as of old, Play nice and simple. The procession ... ~