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…
Regs therapy is going well. Reg remembers some stories his Uncle Sam told him as a young man. Reg hasn't had a drink for a month now and his head is starting to clear.He has decided to visit Uncle Sam as it has been quite a few years and hopefully…
Well, you are not going to often hear a 70′s metal piece from me. I have to plead affection for genre as it is what I grew up with in my garage band days. In this piece I put to use my stratocaster copy strung up with “Not Even Slinky…
Reminds me that one:
~
People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
~
(BS, Para...)
()
~I was a realist, and was an idealist, I was the wind and burned with fire. I became mineralist, but that's what - I still don't know ...~
(by way of you and Nick Mason, the drummer, who sang:
...
Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream
Philip Glass is mineralist to the extreme
...
)
Reg has been with the new women in his life now for a while.She has noticed that Reg has an air of sadness around him.She wants to get to the bottom of it.She starts to ask him why? all the time. Reg wants to keep his secrets of his past to himself…
Reg has been caught again by the bottle this time he has nearly gone too far. He paralyzed with drink and hallucinating on the grog he sees his dead Uncle ................
Uncle
The room was spinning, the cartwheels have come,
He’s…
- Sober Voice: Yeah, it's often inherited.
- Principal Voice: But he has enough moral courage, realizing it, to resist?
- Evangelist: Would be Uncle alive he would have suggested how to be, uh...
- Clear Voice: ~silencio~
This is a tale of an anti hero Howard Marks who used the disguise of Mr Nice to cross borders and smuggle huge amounts of drugs, he was caught and sentenced to 25 years. He is now a loveable rogue playing to packed audiences telling tales of…
~nothing is true~
Reg knows that he will not die because there are two of them, and besides, though, he knows that he has nine lives like these ... hmm pussies with a tail, he's not sure on it. But he still does not know that adventure will be........
Reg was in the library reading back issues of the national papers to keep warm because a cold spell had hit the country hard and he had no money for heating. At least he could sit in the library reading until 5pm when it closed. Some strange stories…
Lyrics
Take the lift and your half way up....
Reach the top and your half way up...
You didn’t see your rise, and Lost your way.....
Looking down on the world your tears fall...
You Missed the Beauty of the climb.
And now you’re…
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
~ this bar is never empty, actually ~ there's always someone there ~ underwater bassist, for instance ~ ...or was it a vision, eh?~
~He was The Man~
...and I agree with what you said about Badfinger's Ass - very good record.
~wee tam and the big peaceful~
~still snowing, you don't beleive~
Reminds me that one: ~ People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify Can you help me occupy my brain? ~ (BS, Para...) ()
~I was a realist, and was an idealist, I was the wind and burned with fire. I became mineralist, but that's what - I still don't know ...~ (by way of you and Nick Mason, the drummer, who sang: ... Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream Philip Glass is mineralist to the extreme ... )
What's the strength, bro?
~yet another drunken escapade while listening coz I luv you~
~electricity is shining in my face~
~is it still art or not? yea, this is rap~
- Sober Voice: Yeah, it's often inherited. - Principal Voice: But he has enough moral courage, realizing it, to resist? - Evangelist: Would be Uncle alive he would have suggested how to be, uh... - Clear Voice: ~silencio~
~nothing is true~ Reg knows that he will not die because there are two of them, and besides, though, he knows that he has nine lives like these ... hmm pussies with a tail, he's not sure on it. But he still does not know that adventure will be........
~is a delicate flower~
...and gave him an idea on how to...
~easy humming something quiet, and fly up...~
~brotherhood of us~
For all those who have parted forever, and those who have parted for a while.
Closely watching Reg ups and downs, worried: how is he?
Just agree with Geir.