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…
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?
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 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 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.
Indecision is not always bad, sometimes it even leads to the determination. Or leads to the solution. Or does not lead anywhere (also a kind of solution).
~For Tessa~
wonderful soul,,,,,a lovely piece with many beautiful moments,,,,,,id love to hear this live,, perhaps in a windowed room looking out over the frozen countryside of your homeland
interesting,,, the music seems to move in and out,,, i have a sense of......of time flowing by,,,my not understanding it all,, just being there,, and yes people do seem to disappear,, as does much of what once was,, fine piece
A short improvisation inspired by A Midsummer Night's Dream
"If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear."
- William Shakespeare
To Eliza...
Igor sent me over this excellent Guitar track and Tiny was created.....Thanks Igor
Tiny (Lyrics)
Tiny was a lonely man, who drifted slowly through his life
with everything piled up inside his mind, like a layer ice below new snow
he couldn…
Well that didn't last long Reg felt something wrong so he's moving on to pastures new..........it got Reg feeling Jazzy......
Time to go (Lyrics)
Theres something in your smile that tells me its time for me to go
when i ask if everything is ok…
I went over to Reg's place the other day and he sort of scared me. He was out on his deck, pitching butts and spilling gin that he couldn't afford. He was a mess and had a crazed look in his eyes. I could tell he was ruminating again about…
I went over to Reg's place the other day and he sort of scared me. He was out on his deck, pitching butts and spilling gin that he couldn't afford. He was a mess and had a crazed look in his eyes. I could tell he was ruminating again about…
...and that the business is? Yeah! - and what's he building in there? ...what was built, finally? Knock-knocking, what they do - it is unclear. We have a rights to know! ;-)
Instead of being someone else:
Today, we're dreamers
And tomorrow, too.
We men, who sang, and played and lived by it.
All the time, lived it.
Well, don't we all fools,
Someone else's tools?
I like the vocals,
I like the organ grinder,
In a red velvet jacket,
Smoked.
I don't understand what it was about,
But it doesn't matter
Emotions speaks for themselves.
~
Gene has woven his magic again around the music for this cover by Boston...and also done a hell of job on the mix too..Thanks Gene for letting me play....hope you enjoy
Comments on igor's stuff
Nice, my friend!
I'm a grateful listener! Thank you!
Thank you Kirk. Merry Christmas!
Such beauty!
Sensing a new movie title..
Wow! Very nice! A hint of mystery
very cool,, what's the name of the folk tale? id like to look it up,,, well done
exquisite.
Wonderful.
Nice experimental spaces here!
Some beautifully felt sounds there, Igor! Thanks.
This is some powerful stuff, Igor. Moving, and played with lots of passion. The passion is what communicates the most.
Oh yes, well played. Such a beautiful, varied and emotive piece. Happy Christmas Igor.
wonderful soul,,,,,a lovely piece with many beautiful moments,,,,,,id love to hear this live,, perhaps in a windowed room looking out over the frozen countryside of your homeland
Nice Igor very nice. You play a great piano mate. This is very beautiful.
Thank you friends.
Beautiful!
Good one.
interesting,,, the music seems to move in and out,,, i have a sense of......of time flowing by,,,my not understanding it all,, just being there,, and yes people do seem to disappear,, as does much of what once was,, fine piece
Beautiful Igor liked this very much mate.
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~Bless the Roaring Bear~
Thank you everybody who listened. To Greg: this is Sitar tone, here i use Jupiter 80 and Integra 7, in chain.
...The course of true love...
~ it drifts along, so slow like snow dissolves ~ following Trev
O! ~ life drifts along, so slow like snow dissolves ... of that day ahead ~
Isn't this renaissance chateau, under the arches of which I walked, once...
He told he wanna disappear before it turns (off?) He told "I gotta get it gone" I know he was wrong, I thought I knew... ... Blues, All blues
...he has got his Baton back, stepped out to lights, dimmed........in an empty room, without an audience, he could afford everything, but...
~in doodling we trust~
~elf dance~
He tells a story that begins in the distance, then approaching and passing by, and again... ~Music is to live~
this is awesome, just awesome!
...and that the business is? Yeah! - and what's he building in there? ...what was built, finally? Knock-knocking, what they do - it is unclear. We have a rights to know! ;-)
Snow falls so, quietly begins and ends quietly, too.
Instead of being someone else: Today, we're dreamers And tomorrow, too. We men, who sang, and played and lived by it. All the time, lived it. Well, don't we all fools, Someone else's tools?
Brilliant::..
Hello, friend. Long time no see, right? Here you finally came, My lovely And long-awaiting Headache. I'm falling slowly down... ~where was the love?~
I like the vocals, I like the organ grinder, In a red velvet jacket, Smoked. I don't understand what it was about, But it doesn't matter Emotions speaks for themselves. ~
Well, let me stay with More Than a Feeling, though.
An emaciated dude; rock music swaying, going away...