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~
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~
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~
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~
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~
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~
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~
Despite the fact that boring scientists have proved that did not catch a rainbow, I still believe that it is possible at least to touch its iridescent tail, and then...
~For Molly and girls~
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…
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…
Despite the fact that boring scientists have proved that did not catch a rainbow, I still believe that it is possible at least to touch its iridescent tail, and then...
~For Molly and girls~
Ahh, 2 little faries dancing around at the moment. I said, "Tell me what do you think of this music".
It's my lovely ballet music said the 4 year old!!
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…
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…
Initial harmony, that infinitely moving in space, becomes thiner and thiner and finally turns to chaos. We, humans, are able to distinguish harmony in seeming casual sounds. We're able re-create it.
~For Matt~
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
The piece, as it is presented here, is very far from the original spontaneous idea. I have shortened unnecessary parts, note by note, until piece became shorter and shorter and... until I realized that, if not stop refining it will be only consist of one note [and the piano will be broken] (maybe worth a try next time, by the way?)
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…
With My Sister Kathy Bores
Last Waltz Of The Evening
The last waltz of the evening
Last dance of the night
I’m making the most of each beat of my heart
Music plays and I’m holding you so tight
Hard to see it come to an end
But it’s going to…
To be true to yourself - how is it? True to the sound that you retrieved from the instrument, to give [share] it away to others (to whom? you'll never know)? True to the mood that you're trying to follow, and which changes before you realize what…
Maybe I missed a career scoring for no budget spaghetti westerns, because this is what this reminds me of. Done live a couple weeks ago with the Taylor and a floor full of toys and loopers.
Maybe a career, or a time...
"Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're going to have to earn it." (as Blondie write it on a rock in the middle of the graveyard and as well as tells it to Tuco and Angel Eyes)
A bit of improv done yesterday with my newly refurbished fretless guitar. Finally got the midi pickup to track almost right! Part of the sounds were gotten by rubbing a teaspoon on the strings.
i was trying to work on a piece for a shark video of mine, but this is what came out instead,, my piano moments collections are the small musical threads that emerge amongst/while i am working/thinking about other things,,,
In Memorium Of: Carlos Heller
El Guitarrista
A song for a man that has played to thousands who passed him in church street whilst he busked with all his heart.
This song is to pay tribute to a man that inspired me to play Live. I even had…
For you to speakSo it seems we lost our voice
Stripped down bare on copper line
Raw to subtle ears
I wait
On the line
I wait for you to speak
Of some good news to hear
While we talk ....
Can you speak your mind
I still wait for that old voice…
~
One voice, covered with dust,
Finally made his way
Through the copper lines,
Where for many years there was nothing.
Only the sound of the trumpet, sad, calling.
The life means....
~
Feel So Blue
Shes the kinda lady I've wanted all my life
The kinda lady that you want to make your wife
Once i found her I never stop the chase
I didn't want my entire life to turn out to be a waste
So I told her that I loved he…
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…
Saturday morning, the day off with an iPad on the sofa; listening to alonetoners. Svetlana: "...the one who sings now - who?" me: "this is Brett from Illinois". She: "Hmm, let's hear more of his music. Interesting voice"
One for the Musical i think a gin soaked Tramp semiconscious laying collapse on his back……………………
He wants to fly (Lyrics)
The nights memories
Fade when he lies
Looking up to a polka dotted sky
Falling backwards into a gin Soaked to the skin…
He said to himself: "I will not want to fly"
He kept saying: "'cause I do not want to!"
Wax dripped and dripped, tears ...
No one wanted to fall down,
But too late: you took off already.
"Higher!", as they said.
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
..they recently moved in, watched telly, so-so, and... a neighbor, according to the old-fashioned custom, decided to go with the cake, get to know them and all that. Who'd have known?
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
The amazing thing, Trev, is that it is impossible to discover the forgotten, we can only try, and then, if successful, you will receive a "recollection of memories", also different from one time to another. That in itself is interesting, but sometimes it has nothing to do with reality, as I understand.
Note: I write this from the train, from Berlin to Hamburg.
Comments on igor's stuff
Dreamy track Igor. Nice playing.
Thank you! x
Beautiful mate very nice.
Well, I would say that's pure gold.
Beautiful. Very moving Igor.
Beautiful and touching. (How many Tessas do you know? Just checking.)
Tender playing, lovely sounds.
Strange, ethereal, and beautiful. Like finding the end of the rainbow in a carnival full of faded charms.
... really nice, contemplative work here, Igor. Thanks so much - also - for the encouraging words re 'Nativity.' Best regards!
Well played mate dig it.
Ahh, 2 little faries dancing around at the moment. I said, "Tell me what do you think of this music". It's my lovely ballet music said the 4 year old!!
..nice, man. :)
well played,, sweet little piece
Beautiful Igor. I can feel the everything drifting in and out of phase around me.
Very pretty piano playing and I like the added sounds too like the rushing sea, lovely!
Haunting, stirring, everything it should be.
Beautiful!
Oh, and about the name: this piece was used in our family for that to invite all members of household (who are at home) for evening tea, really.
The piece, as it is presented here, is very far from the original spontaneous idea. I have shortened unnecessary parts, note by note, until piece became shorter and shorter and... until I realized that, if not stop refining it will be only consist of one note [and the piano will be broken] (maybe worth a try next time, by the way?)
Lovely piece Igor.
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~All things will pass, yeah...~
~Aamu suolla, aina sumuinen aina~ Nice vocals, finnish, unreal.
~under the sign of redshift~ (merkin alla punasiirtymä:)
Sometimes the mood is like water in a creek, flowing, changing, and no one knows where it lead... (to Kirk:)
Maybe a career, or a time... "Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're going to have to earn it." (as Blondie write it on a rock in the middle of the graveyard and as well as tells it to Tuco and Angel Eyes)
~tea for six, fretless; slipping up~
~Silenzio è ipnotizzante~
~guitarra real~
~ One voice, covered with dust, Finally made his way Through the copper lines, Where for many years there was nothing. Only the sound of the trumpet, sad, calling. The life means.... ~
You're The Man, Trev.
I listening to it. I flying away.
Saturday morning, the day off with an iPad on the sofa; listening to alonetoners. Svetlana: "...the one who sings now - who?" me: "this is Brett from Illinois". She: "Hmm, let's hear more of his music. Interesting voice"
He said to himself: "I will not want to fly" He kept saying: "'cause I do not want to!" Wax dripped and dripped, tears ... No one wanted to fall down, But too late: you took off already. "Higher!", as they said.
Soldiers on the ground, Have won, How many of them already? How many more will be? I want to be a hero, Too...
Life itself is a waiting, if you try to plan it. What if you do not plan, but just to live?
..they recently moved in, watched telly, so-so, and... a neighbor, according to the old-fashioned custom, decided to go with the cake, get to know them and all that. Who'd have known?
to drorkesser: it is a delay with "tail decay".
Great one, I really like (and proud about) it. Let us think about new one, Trev.
...and thank you all for listening, brothers.
The amazing thing, Trev, is that it is impossible to discover the forgotten, we can only try, and then, if successful, you will receive a "recollection of memories", also different from one time to another. That in itself is interesting, but sometimes it has nothing to do with reality, as I understand. Note: I write this from the train, from Berlin to Hamburg.