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!! ....

~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.