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…
This is a synopsis of Reg's favourite movie put to music. Sorry about the length but what can you do, when you have a story to tell, you can't cut it short can you? This is one to download for the car to listen to on that boring journey or when…
Dry lines of newspaper reports that day, including:
Desirae Loy, also known as *Johnny's Girl*, said: I swear he don't trust me no more that or he is realy *jelouse*
my contribution/offering to this years RPM...Does it ever happen that angels or devils perhaps walk among us mortals here on our earth?? Winter Nacht is a 11 act dialogue between two travelers who meet in the winter twilight, on a road in the…
~and finally to fight~
Finally: the struggle of opposites, the conflict between light and darkness, inconsistencies of beginning and end. Type of music: the Messiah. Or what we understand as it is.
Assured of that morning has already come, the person, hardly having risen, has approached to a window. "Here you are, my old friend Madness" - he thought, and stepped forward. The wall did not succumb, though. The windows were not.
~no way out~
This is a bootleg tape of Reg's last music therapy session from when he was in prison prior to his release. It was acquired from his psychiatrist for fee......................
The path to liberation - is a fraud, and he, of course, well aware of this when paying for the record [that you could get for free]. in fact, that money was for...
1st voice: how, he still reads newspapers?
2nd voice, answers: probably yes ...
1st voice bewilderment: why does he do it?
Third voice (presumably female): he thinks it it the way to join the world.
1st voice, thoughtfully: Yeah ... How much he still must go to ...
~communication breakdown~
Title song from this years RPM Challenge.
Lyrics:
Shot dead
is what I felt when I first looked into your eyes
Shot dead
Is what I became, I tell you that ain't no lie
My head
it just exploded when I saw that way that you dance
Off…
Reworked the vocals a bit (quite a bit). And yet again! And now, Gumbo Stu is singing backup bits. Thanks for the vocals Gumbo, a very welcome addition!
And, as requested, here are the lyrics:
I'm Not Afraid
You can blow me up
You…
In response to a suggestion of Dr. Ozan Yarman I tried a tuning he created for a different project. I realized the composition using Garritan Personal Orchestra Baroque organs, Garritan World sample set Oud and Santoor samples performed on an…
During therapy Reg has had a break through thanks to another visitor to the cellar another friend of Elvis's Pavarotti .........then Reg thought the orchestra was too much so he sacked them and just left pianist to accompany the vocalist.......
~hardly way to see you~
I knew a guy who is very early married a girl with the same name as this song. They lived-lived, have "amassed" three sons, a bobcat and no treasures but friends. I don't be surprised if I find out that they live so far, and enjoy that The Man with the funny scarf sings a wonderful song about them. Miracle.
Was Reg daydreaming had Robert Plant really just come down the cellar bar to visit Elvis and sang while he played. He shook his head and resumed playing .....................
Reg has seriously got the blues and can't seem to leave the empty bar, there is just him and Elvis in there. The strange thing is that the tables and chairs are there, the bar and the stools but there is no booze behind the bar just empty glasses…
~immersed~
They all said: Do not go in blues so deep, don't. I did not listen and slid down, down. It was cool, was cool, then cold. And who remembers me now as someone who trudged from the sounds of Led Zep, eh?
This is like a mission for the Doom Patrol
I need a robot body for my brain
Miss Callas calls
the dopamine exhanges
the sound of down
And there is danger everywhere
the scissor men are coming
House of icons
Felt like cards
The brilliant…
This was one of several songs I recorded in a session on the night of my 29th birthday. I had decided to just start playing and see how many tunes I could write straight through without stopping. My only rule was that these tunes had to be totally…
~too heavy a burden~
... he'll never wake up, nor to fly off. He calls it the "blues-soul-comes-out". He still remains with us, the poor sinners. We, however, only do not know: to rejoice over it, or what? Yeah-h...
~that's true, baby, true~
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!! ....
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~...he was just stutterer, Reggy~ I was here until the end and realized not all, of what was here. Why d-do they look at-t-t me, hmm? :-)
Dry lines of newspaper reports that day, including: Desirae Loy, also known as *Johnny's Girl*, said: I swear he don't trust me no more that or he is realy *jelouse*
~and finally to fight~ Finally: the struggle of opposites, the conflict between light and darkness, inconsistencies of beginning and end. Type of music: the Messiah. Or what we understand as it is.
Assured of that morning has already come, the person, hardly having risen, has approached to a window. "Here you are, my old friend Madness" - he thought, and stepped forward. The wall did not succumb, though. The windows were not. ~no way out~
How wonderful to hear this - the successor of real Apple/Parlophone sound/nature.
The path to liberation - is a fraud, and he, of course, well aware of this when paying for the record [that you could get for free]. in fact, that money was for...
1st voice: how, he still reads newspapers? 2nd voice, answers: probably yes ... 1st voice bewilderment: why does he do it? Third voice (presumably female): he thinks it it the way to join the world. 1st voice, thoughtfully: Yeah ... How much he still must go to ... ~communication breakdown~
~Angry Roller~
It makes me well. And brave.
~Dead.Can.Dance~
~visitor to the cellar of the soul that waits. Waits for the opera to come~
~hardly way to see you~ I knew a guy who is very early married a girl with the same name as this song. They lived-lived, have "amassed" three sons, a bobcat and no treasures but friends. I don't be surprised if I find out that they live so far, and enjoy that The Man with the funny scarf sings a wonderful song about them. Miracle.
~here is a Rush voice~
O!
...and resumed to sound to the now empty room, for the empty room...
~immersed~ They all said: Do not go in blues so deep, don't. I did not listen and slid down, down. It was cool, was cool, then cold. And who remembers me now as someone who trudged from the sounds of Led Zep, eh?
~and there was no danger~
~in a mellow tune~
~sweetheart of mine~
~too heavy a burden~ ... he'll never wake up, nor to fly off. He calls it the "blues-soul-comes-out". He still remains with us, the poor sinners. We, however, only do not know: to rejoice over it, or what? Yeah-h... ~that's true, baby, true~