What a treasure these marbles! Colorful, transparent, with or without stripes... Let's play?
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For Bee.
Also:
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced…
This is where the dream of free flight lives.
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1) Announcement:
"Engineer M.S. Los invites willing to fly with him on August 18 on the planet Mars to appear for personal talks from 6 to 8 pm Zhdanovskaya Embankment, 11, in the yard…
Sometimes the natural order of things seemed broken, the course of events accelerated to a rapid and you feel that what is happening with you is ...a movie, and you're in, but this is not your, you are here by accident.
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…just another turn…
...whether roaring like hungry lions impatient for the arena? I go out into the world, I am tense, I know that the audience, they are mine, is only important. Bull for them, I for them.
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Time to exit, Matador!
Sometimes the natural order of things seemed broken, the course of events accelerated to a rapid and you feel that what is happening with you is ...a movie, and you're in, but this is not your, you are here by accident.
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…just another turn…
But what an amazing accident! Your music is gorgeous and magical. I love your creation. Intelligent design or not, nature is amazing and life is miraculous, whether it exist here on Earth alone or on "billions upon billions" of other worlds. And for me, what is most magical of all are musicians like you and works of art like this number. Rock on!
It does have a loneliness quality to it. But this solitude is on the beach, wading in the incoming tide, with colorful shells underfoot. Nice compilation -- keep grooving!
...whether roaring like hungry lions impatient for the arena? I go out into the world, I am tense, I know that the audience, they are mine, is only important. Bull for them, I for them.
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Time to exit, Matador!
He longed for those days of glory, backed by the baying blood thirsty crowd as he sat silently alone watching the clowns rehearse their act for the afternoon matinee ..........
Last-n-found from the “Long Farewells” recording session. Recorded live, one-by-one, in one of endless winter evening.
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http://adneonlux.bandcamp.com/album/long-farewells
This is where the dream of free flight lives.
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1) Announcement:
"Engineer M.S. Los invites willing to fly with him on August 18 on the planet Mars to appear for personal talks from 6 to 8 pm Zhdanovskaya Embankment, 11, in the yard…
Reg is back in love the broken heart has healed and he wants to tell the world .........
ONLY YOU (Lyrics)
I surrender my life
I surrender my dreams
I surrender my thoughts
Because it’s true i love you
I love only
You are the sun…
New one from me. It's ended up as a bit of a "crying into yer beer at Bob's Country Bunker" sort of song lol...
I've been sat on these lyrics in some form or another for absolutely years. I first wrote them one very dark night a few years after…
Reg's little homage to Elizabeth Taylor who passed away today, the piano is a little dodgy and the lyrics and the singing in parts as i'm following my dodgy playing, it will have to be revisited but i thought i'd share anyway as i would forget…
~Reg has no reason to afraid of Virginia Woolf anymore, she was gone. He is sadly quiet. Me too~
P.S. I'm ready to try writing the piano/organ/strings part here (not sure it'll be so dodgy as you did but...), let me know how.
P.P.S. Cleopatra...
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
"Luna":
Ir, nunca volver al viento sur...
Ni dejar marcas de arena o rastros.
Yo estaré bien en la marea.
Luna, guía mis pasos
encauzados por lágrimas de mar.
Ir, nunca volver al viento sur, perfecto y frío
Surcaré grises cuerpos…
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
To Richard (with thanks for listening btw):
...well constructed: No, I almost do not use MIDI, this is a live recording from one of my local concerts, Yamaha Clavinova, and the second part is same live recording, but with live switching to Yamaha Clavinova / Rhodes.
...two different pieces: here it is presented as it was played (as one piece, in two parts). At a local album that I released, it was in two pieces, one after another, without the 2 seconds pause. A small problem of net-music is that it became difficult to release a concept album as me, a composer, has designed it. So here I've put this play in such a "pristine" (say - original) form
Some effects, as well as the sounds of the summer forest from our countryside house, were appended to the record later, when mixing. For ~the mood~
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
Poor old Reg he cant figure it out!! ........ since he's been listening to his self help tapes to stop drinking he has never got any money and he just doesn't understand it, he keeps working coming home relaxing to the tape........... then when…
I really wanted to play this one nicely, but every time i pressed 'record' and started to play, i made a mistake... so, after many tries i just decided left it like this (for the moment, at least...)
I hope you like and/or enjoy this one.
Recording is always difficult. For example, I always keep one of Logic ON and it writes and writes ... But always ready. And I do not think about to press record and stuck. Spontaneous playing sometimes better, more natural.
Reg had some dodgy fish and entered the arena of the unwell which is why he has not been seen for a few days now. He has been to that place where the mind takes you, where you are in the arena of dream because the mind will not let you sleep…
Reg went to a funeral of an old friend the other day. He then went for a drink in the cellar and got chatting with Vincent Price and Elvis about life being just a game that you couldn't win no matter how well you played . Reg started jamming over…
Reg has been reading the papers this afternoon and his a little worried about the big wide world so he's gone down cellar to have a chat with Elvis and between the two of them they came up with this little number......It's what they had to do…
---We have not noticed how they began the war against all, against friends, against neighbors, against themselves. So what do we do to keep the big wide world? Really just do not say goodbye?---
Comments on igor's stuff
Powerful!
The flute effect is beautiful!
Again, brilliant -- magical!
You are brilliant!
COOL -- Sci-Fi-ish.
Masterful composition. You have an excellent feel for the keys. Astounding talent!
Fantasia! You're telling tales with sounds. Fabulous!
Gorgeous. Beautiful. Very touching, moving, gentle, bittersweet, sad, gripping.
You're a master at using colorful sounds to generate moving imagery. this one really reached into me. I did indeed enjoy the trip -- thank you!
This one is dark and ghostly -- I love it!
But what an amazing accident! Your music is gorgeous and magical. I love your creation. Intelligent design or not, nature is amazing and life is miraculous, whether it exist here on Earth alone or on "billions upon billions" of other worlds. And for me, what is most magical of all are musicians like you and works of art like this number. Rock on!
Like fairies in a garden.
It does have a loneliness quality to it. But this solitude is on the beach, wading in the incoming tide, with colorful shells underfoot. Nice compilation -- keep grooving!
I always see a movie when I play your soundscapes. Just put my head back, slip into the music stream and go.
He longed for those days of glory, backed by the baying blood thirsty crowd as he sat silently alone watching the clowns rehearse their act for the afternoon matinee ..........
I think this is a wish I was there moment......
The Matador lays his head onto the soft pillow and has the applause of death ringing in his ears as sleep seduces his tired mind......
A tense listen - very intriguing!
… and ride under the endless sky full of peppermint.
I'm always a sucker for a mysterious radio message. Nice one.
Comments made by igor
~from moments to moments~
~thin tunes out of only twelve notes...~
~ Only you can make this world seem simple Only you can make the darkness darker In order to better see ~
What remains, what will be - don't write down but to remember, but to sing. Live with them and with them go...
~briefly and clearly~
~Reg has no reason to afraid of Virginia Woolf anymore, she was gone. He is sadly quiet. Me too~ P.S. I'm ready to try writing the piano/organ/strings part here (not sure it'll be so dodgy as you did but...), let me know how. P.P.S. Cleopatra...
~and everything under the sun is in tune~ (Waters)
~The sound is before the word, and music prior to language~ (R.H., The Poet)
Bienvenidos, mi querido maestro Kirk :-)
~...wears a hat. And also sings well, incidentally~
~From tragedy to comedy is just one step, and sometimes not. Oddity~
To Richard (with thanks for listening btw): ...well constructed: No, I almost do not use MIDI, this is a live recording from one of my local concerts, Yamaha Clavinova, and the second part is same live recording, but with live switching to Yamaha Clavinova / Rhodes. ...two different pieces: here it is presented as it was played (as one piece, in two parts). At a local album that I released, it was in two pieces, one after another, without the 2 seconds pause. A small problem of net-music is that it became difficult to release a concept album as me, a composer, has designed it. So here I've put this play in such a "pristine" (say - original) form Some effects, as well as the sounds of the summer forest from our countryside house, were appended to the record later, when mixing. For ~the mood~
~Light music for meditation before, during and after the meal~
Miniatures, usually is the quintessence of momentary mood and / or impulse of the soul. This one is ...
~Thou don't feel anything, don't feel, don't ... And then thou wake up - and ...!~
Recording is always difficult. For example, I always keep one of Logic ON and it writes and writes ... But always ready. And I do not think about to press record and stuck. Spontaneous playing sometimes better, more natural.
~on the day Reg was born, Elvis was out catching an enormous uncatchable fish, using his wedding ring as bait~
~Fifteen men on a dead man's chest~
~The Steadfast Tin Soldier~ Wonderful tiny piano piece.
---We have not noticed how they began the war against all, against friends, against neighbors, against themselves. So what do we do to keep the big wide world? Really just do not say goodbye?---