All the years before / Over the Arran Suite, in six parts.
Plot:
INTRO
Normal endless day on Olympus. Zeus surrounded by other gods engaged in the usual pastime, suddenly finds himself on the fact that he is trying to listen to the…
Wow! Am really digging this Vangelis-on-Yamaha-CS80 kind of sound!
I love it when your music has that carnival-like atmosphere, Igor. You do that really well. :)
It was cold just for one moment, memories flow imposed on each other as whimsical mosaics that didn't seem his own. Was it the dog called Monty, or ...
All around full of crystal icy droplets hanging on the trees, the sun is shining through the branches and there is no-one around. I'm such a jolly one still believe in love.
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With, and for Bee
It was cold just for one moment, memories flow imposed on each other as whimsical mosaics that didn't seem his own. Was it the dog called Monty, or ...
Thank you for another great listening experience, Igor. :)
I like that mature sense of "resolute longing" that i hear in some of your tracks. (Not that i don't like the others as well! ;-)
Some tunes require you to be very lonely, or maybe the loneliness itself needs us to play things of this kind? Clean lines and minimalism: are they confront whether to the joy and exuberance of colorful life, or we need them for to see the joy…
Some tunes require you to be very lonely, or maybe the loneliness itself needs us to play things of this kind? Clean lines and minimalism: are they confront whether to the joy and exuberance of colorful life, or we need them for to see the joy…
Calling out for his dog"Monty! Monty! Monty??" realising he's not coming back. A cold shiver of loneliness runs through his body, he stands in the light of the dawn on the edge of the wood feeling shaken. Now everything he loved has gone. He put his hand into his pocket takes out his pipe, lights it and considers the Condor moment .........
Cornwall, a place where I have never been, and probably will never be - what is it? Sun, sea, lapping waves, moonlit path at night? Public, Idly strolling down the wide sidewalk, quietly... Ringing/sparkling kids, playing?
Or perhaps this that…
Cornwall, a place where I have never been, and probably will never be - what is it? Sun, sea, lapping waves, moonlit path at night? Public, Idly strolling down the wide sidewalk, quietly... Ringing/sparkling kids, playing?
Or perhaps this that…
Cornwall, a place where I have never been, and probably will never be - what is it? Sun, sea, lapping waves, moonlit path at night? Public, Idly strolling down the wide sidewalk, quietly... Ringing/sparkling kids, playing?
Or perhaps this that…
Cornwall, a place where I have never been, and probably will never be - what is it? Sun, sea, lapping waves, moonlit path at night? Public, Idly strolling down the wide sidewalk, quietly... Ringing/sparkling kids, playing?
Or perhaps this that…
Cornwall, a place where I have never been, and probably will never be - what is it? Sun, sea, lapping waves, moonlit path at night? Public, Idly strolling down the wide sidewalk, quietly... Ringing/sparkling kids, playing?
Or perhaps this that…
~timeless~
Rhythms of modern life, which comes from the environment and force us to follow, are often (let say, always) does not correspond to our inner rhythms. First, we do not have time to stop, think, or simply do nothing. Then when we…
Well, Kai and Gerda have returned home, all wonderful and all that. And who would think of the poor Snow Queen? After all, she, too, is experiencing her own way. She was left alone in his ice palace, and quietly weeping. She has come to eternity. She wins.
Reg was talking to Elvis last night and Elvis came out with something so simple and profound "you can't hide from the man inside" and this got Reg thinking....................
Yeah!
The man inside of me walking, running, rushing, sleeping. No way out. Oh, and they are becoming more and more... My Reg, where art thou?
~we're all going to be there~
I almost do not use midi - it is boring and requires programming (even if it's one of my majors), which in the live music has no place. I record analog signal directly into the LogicPro (with Apogee/Mackie) and then work with pieces in Logic like the score, with layers and structures and inserts and...
Regs back is hurting as he reads the local paper and he notices an advert telling him that a Healer is in town so he decides to pay him a visit.........
Love like a salt river washing away
Love's like sunshine evaporate
Love like floating candles blowing away
Watch out for the way you'll compensate
When I've seen all you have to give
When I'm still hungry
I need more than this
Tell me how…
Frank has turned up at Reg's cellar with Louis and the Duke with a tune that Frank is claiming to be about his latest love affair, so naturally Reg switched on his tape recorder........
~Good things don't age. What about a man?~
I was a fan of easy listenings like Enoch Light, still love these sounds and light pleasure that they bring. Here so.
P.S. Night birds recorded in Berlin this April, silly whistling/theme is mine…
It was in the garden of the house of help that Reg walked and tried to decipher his problems .................everything seemed to have a similar beat and it was causing him some confusion.....................
~The destiny is a cypher itself. it subject not to decypher~
....to "solve the destiny" is dangerous, and Reg, being the skilled cypher, knew it. He only didn't know that in a garden he will meet that who knows...
/////page brake/////
Reg is in the cellar, it's early morning he is back in what seems the inevitable empty bar. To the Barman Reg sings his sad song ........................
~Good things don't age. What about a man?~
I was a fan of easy listenings like Enoch Light, still love these sounds and light pleasure that they bring. Here so.
P.S. Night birds recorded in Berlin this April, silly whistling/theme is mine…
~Good things don't age. What about a man?~
I was a fan of easy listenings like Enoch Light, still love these sounds and light pleasure that they bring. Here so.
P.S. Night birds recorded in Berlin this April, silly whistling/theme is mine…
This solo studio dub jam was created and recorded in about 8 hours of play time one day. As usual, it starts with a simple drum machine track, then fretless bass, then keys, guitar, then a Balinese kecak drum and a tbilat drum and finally melodica…
This tune was written on the day I bought my vintage Yamaha CP-25 electric piano and returned to hear that Dennis Hopper had passed away. I fired up the gear and cranked this out. The sound of the piano made me feel like Ray Manzarek...thus the…
about Winter Nacht
each year for the past 4 RPM cycles,, i have known a friend or loved one who has passed away... throughout history winter has been a time when sickness and death creep a little stronger amongst us..... perhaps because of these…
Comments on igor's stuff
well played,, nice to hear your musical thoughts,,
very interesting,, i like it,, kind reminds me of something from long long ago, a different time
Wow! Am really digging this Vangelis-on-Yamaha-CS80 kind of sound! I love it when your music has that carnival-like atmosphere, Igor. You do that really well. :)
WoW! Like playing chainsaws. Transforms into a dream. Music from Transylvania.
Wow.... Melancholy wonderful and then skippingly hopeful. Love this.
Reminds me of music that lightening bugs would dance to. Cool vibes
Thank you for another great listening experience, Igor. :) I like that mature sense of "resolute longing" that i hear in some of your tracks. (Not that i don't like the others as well! ;-)
Sitting alone the bottle empty .... The glass not even half empty ... He hit record on the player and listen to the loneliness and suddenly felt cold
Like it cool
This one is really something! Thank you for sharing it, Igor. :)
Really enjoying the circus-like atmosphere! ^_^
Calling out for his dog"Monty! Monty! Monty??" realising he's not coming back. A cold shiver of loneliness runs through his body, he stands in the light of the dawn on the edge of the wood feeling shaken. Now everything he loved has gone. He put his hand into his pocket takes out his pipe, lights it and considers the Condor moment .........
Perfect... Lovely... Full of emotions. Thank you
Wow!!! I love this!!! Amazing
Really dig this Igor excellent track
Title had me intrigued, and then i was hooked right from the first few glassy, dulcet tones. The ending was interesting, too! :)
Mesmerizing piece Igor, and performed beatifully!
Very nice! Thank you for sharing it with us, igor. Really enjoying it! ^_^
Wonderful
Superb!! ....
Comments made by igor
The guitar, as an instrument to express yourself, demands presence of internal force and spirit. Here it is.
Well, Kai and Gerda have returned home, all wonderful and all that. And who would think of the poor Snow Queen? After all, she, too, is experiencing her own way. She was left alone in his ice palace, and quietly weeping. She has come to eternity. She wins.
~Riders in Paradise~
Yeah! The man inside of me walking, running, rushing, sleeping. No way out. Oh, and they are becoming more and more... My Reg, where art thou? ~we're all going to be there~
I almost do not use midi - it is boring and requires programming (even if it's one of my majors), which in the live music has no place. I record analog signal directly into the LogicPro (with Apogee/Mackie) and then work with pieces in Logic like the score, with layers and structures and inserts and...
He didn't think to look back. Incidentally, he can not - he's a wolf. Only forward, without fear and unnecessary doubts! Where is the light..?
...and the healer says: always meet the enemy face to face, my lovely Reg - and your back will not ache :-)
Winter is a time for reflection and to prepare to wake up. To revive forces. To thaw out... See - it comes!
Ways, byways.. Like roads that we choose. And the roads that choose us.
What song is on the air? Oh, don't you know? This is Reg, crooner. And an orchestra.
Piano, pauses, and then just silence. Glyphs.
Pretty little understated tune because I used a very old very and dusted and aged instrument; whistles - it's a bird, bird... :-)
~The destiny is a cypher itself. it subject not to decypher~ ....to "solve the destiny" is dangerous, and Reg, being the skilled cypher, knew it. He only didn't know that in a garden he will meet that who knows... /////page brake/////
...having finished singing the Brave Song, Reg has found out that the barman here isn't present already. To whom did he sing it? To us! ~like~
.....a question from public: "And what about love?" (updated)
A smile is the best reward, thank you Kirk :-)
...into the ground, towards the roots. Closer by the roots of dub ancestors. Africa...
~Tired dub riders, weighed down by the burden of the past~
Symphony of the blizzard and feelings that uplift and give us hope. ~Hope where is nothing to hope~
From note to note, from moment to moment, from shadow to shadow, I go, and you will go. That will be there, so far away? ~Path upward is not as easy~