--- However... We'll be forever, won't we?
-- Yes, we will! We will again greet the dawn, sit on the porch and drink tea and have fun talking about everything and nothing.
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March 29, 2016
Bad Münder am Deister
Like a stone foundation resting on granite rock we'll be together as long as we possibly can said the owl to the pussycat with a twinkle in his eye as he stepped into the boat .....
--- However... We'll be forever, won't we?
-- Yes, we will! We will again greet the dawn, sit on the porch and drink tea and have fun talking about everything and nothing.
---
March 29, 2016
Bad Münder am Deister
--- However... We'll be forever, won't we?
-- Yes, we will! We will again greet the dawn, sit on the porch and drink tea and have fun talking about everything and nothing.
---
March 29, 2016
Bad Münder am Deister
Lovely! And here you've got me leaving the living room to walk back to this computer to see what you've name *this* one, Igor!
Just splendid! Love the transition at the end!
--- However... We'll be forever, won't we?
-- Yes, we will! We will again greet the dawn, sit on the porch and drink tea and have fun talking about everything and nothing.
---
March 29, 2016
Bad Münder am Deister
...same for orbiting shuttle as in falling elevator; always accelerating towards earth to as if falling!!! Therefore, you fall at the same rate as shuttle, objects float relative to shuttle, can’t tell which way is up.
Igor
Bad Münder Diaries
…he understood that more nothing is necessary; it already here, now // peace of mind, confidence and clear vision of the purpose of existence // he took a deep breath and swam down the river...
/for all the people
...same for orbiting shuttle as in falling elevator; always accelerating towards earth to as if falling!!! Therefore, you fall at the same rate as shuttle, objects float relative to shuttle, can’t tell which way is up.
Igor
Bad Münder Diaries
…he understood that more nothing is necessary; it already here, now // peace of mind, confidence and clear vision of the purpose of existence // he took a deep breath and swam down the river...
/for all the people
He listened while shaving ......applying the shaving cream precisley.....then taking great pleasure in razoring it off...his thoughts drifted....the sun started to break through the window and grab his attention.....a voice ....you must get to work....but it's my day off.......well what's this list of things to Do then...get your pen and start to tick the list.....and so the day started.....
...same for orbiting shuttle as in falling elevator; always accelerating towards earth to as if falling!!! Therefore, you fall at the same rate as shuttle, objects float relative to shuttle, can’t tell which way is up.
Igor
Bad Münder Diaries
...same for orbiting shuttle as in falling elevator; always accelerating towards earth to as if falling!!! Therefore, you fall at the same rate as shuttle, objects float relative to shuttle, can’t tell which way is up.
Igor
Bad Münder Diaries
...same for orbiting shuttle as in falling elevator; always accelerating towards earth to as if falling!!! Therefore, you fall at the same rate as shuttle, objects float relative to shuttle, can’t tell which way is up.
Igor
Bad Münder Diaries
...same for orbiting shuttle as in falling elevator; always accelerating towards earth to as if falling!!! Therefore, you fall at the same rate as shuttle, objects float relative to shuttle, can’t tell which way is up.
Igor
Bad Münder Diaries
What an interesting, intriguing arrangement of notes, executed with such taste! Moving, reaching. Expansive, revolving, tugging at the listener's equilibrium. Exciting. You have mad skills at composing, performing, and recording -- an all around great job!
…he understood that more nothing is necessary; it already here, now // peace of mind, confidence and clear vision of the purpose of existence // he took a deep breath and swam down the river...
/for all the people
I can't say why, but listening to this for me was like watching an autumn-colored leaf riding the surface of a slow and gentle brook. Relaxing, hypnotic, and even refreshing. It was a pleasant break from my tense-filled day. Beautiful and sweet.
With My Sister Kathy Bores
Last Waltz Of The Evening
The last waltz of the evening
Last dance of the night
I’m making the most of each beat of my heart
Music plays and I’m holding you so tight
Hard to see it come to an end
But it’s going to…
To be true to yourself - how is it? True to the sound that you retrieved from the instrument, to give [share] it away to others (to whom? you'll never know)? True to the mood that you're trying to follow, and which changes before you realize what…
Maybe I missed a career scoring for no budget spaghetti westerns, because this is what this reminds me of. Done live a couple weeks ago with the Taylor and a floor full of toys and loopers.
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)
A bit of improv done yesterday with my newly refurbished fretless guitar. Finally got the midi pickup to track almost right! Part of the sounds were gotten by rubbing a teaspoon on the strings.
i was trying to work on a piece for a shark video of mine, but this is what came out instead,, my piano moments collections are the small musical threads that emerge amongst/while i am working/thinking about other things,,,
In Memorium Of: Carlos Heller
El Guitarrista
A song for a man that has played to thousands who passed him in church street whilst he busked with all his heart.
This song is to pay tribute to a man that inspired me to play Live. I even had…
For you to speakSo it seems we lost our voice
Stripped down bare on copper line
Raw to subtle ears
I wait
On the line
I wait for you to speak
Of some good news to hear
While we talk ....
Can you speak your mind
I still wait for that old voice…
~
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....
~
Feel So Blue
Shes the kinda lady I've wanted all my life
The kinda lady that you want to make your wife
Once i found her I never stop the chase
I didn't want my entire life to turn out to be a waste
So I told her that I loved he…
Summer Sun
Sitting in the summer sun
The heat warms the soul
Sitting reminiscing
Got no particular place go
life is all around me
The motion of the birds and bees
Is like heaven to me
Heaven to me
I lay out in an open field
Making…
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"
One for the Musical i think a gin soaked Tramp semiconscious laying collapse on his back……………………
He wants to fly (Lyrics)
The nights memories
Fade when he lies
Looking up to a polka dotted sky
Falling backwards into a gin Soaked to the skin…
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.
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...).
Life itself is a... waiting?
Note…
..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?
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to?
~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for us, not for who…
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.
Comments on igor's stuff
Like a stone foundation resting on granite rock we'll be together as long as we possibly can said the owl to the pussycat with a twinkle in his eye as he stepped into the boat .....
Wonderful!
Nice one great mix of sounds
I was hooked from the first dramatic notes.
Wow Lovely!
Lovely! And here you've got me leaving the living room to walk back to this computer to see what you've name *this* one, Igor! Just splendid! Love the transition at the end!
Beautiful dig it
Really cool sound great mix
Wow, this is really nice! Am so glad i came across this here... ^_^
wonderful arrangment..I have no idea where it's going but it comes back around.
I love your haphazard sense of melodic phrasing. I've felt this way before, sitting in front a grand piano at my old university.
nice :-)
A masterpiece from the master ...the pupil applauds .....a single handclap among many ...he hopes he has been heard Bravo!! Bravo!!
He listened while shaving ......applying the shaving cream precisley.....then taking great pleasure in razoring it off...his thoughts drifted....the sun started to break through the window and grab his attention.....a voice ....you must get to work....but it's my day off.......well what's this list of things to Do then...get your pen and start to tick the list.....and so the day started.....
Thank you guys.
Beautiful!!!
"Большо́му кораблю́ -- большо́е пла́вание." I do hope that's correct. A great ship needs deep waters.
What an interesting, intriguing arrangement of notes, executed with such taste! Moving, reaching. Expansive, revolving, tugging at the listener's equilibrium. Exciting. You have mad skills at composing, performing, and recording -- an all around great job!
I can't say why, but listening to this for me was like watching an autumn-colored leaf riding the surface of a slow and gentle brook. Relaxing, hypnotic, and even refreshing. It was a pleasant break from my tense-filled day. Beautiful and sweet.
Happy new year to you both !!
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~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.