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…
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
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
~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...