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.

~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.