You live on street. Act quickly, without any sense, as the wind that blows where he pleases. Chaos? primitive element? ...stirring the cauldron full of cultures and no-cultures…and the real life begins.
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/For Trevor, from far abroad
You live on street. Act quickly, without any sense, as the wind that blows where he pleases. Chaos? primitive element? ...stirring the cauldron full of cultures and no-cultures…and the real life begins.
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/For Trevor, from far abroad
You live on street. Act quickly, without any sense, as the wind that blows where he pleases. Chaos? primitive element? ...stirring the cauldron full of cultures and no-cultures…and the real life begins.
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/For Trevor, from far abroad
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…
To listen when timelessness.
~The road to the heights of knowledge is never easy, but it exists~
Also:
"He was asleep when the boy looked in the door in the morning. It was blowing so hard that the drifting-boats would not be going out…
Voice. The voice of one man. Does this mean anything?
I mean, one person says to the world, to people, to infinity. Of course, we talk and it always refers to contemporaries, but do they understand it? Whether the person understands them? Do…
Smoke of the past
The shadow of experiences
What was not
But could have been
~
For Kevin Scot Sparks, Painter-Prof., All-Age Mentor & Trumpeter-Producer
Smoke of the past
The shadow of experiences
What was not
But could have been
~
For Kevin Scot Sparks, Painter-Prof., All-Age Mentor & Trumpeter-Producer
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…
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…
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…
We played played marbles in the sun
Sure It was a lot of fun
Till mother called and we had to run
Boy did we run run and run
Leaving our marbles baking in the sun
For lunch we had jam sandwiches and a Chelsea bun
I'll never forget that summer fun.......
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…
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…
JMT said it very well,,classical drifts, perhaps you channel Chopin at times or Monet? i was able to spend time in the Muse de Orsey this summer, getting lost on the upper floor with the impressionists,,,, i stand there getting/falling into the pictures while others pass by as shadows,,, this piece is so much like that, a place of refuge in a troubled time,, excellent and thanks r
Great guitar sound. Nice mixture of keys and guitar. Nice when the low keys come in. I like the way you change the pace at points. Very the tempo.
Echos of some of my favorite Chopin passages. Just a lovely winding trail. Close my eyes and just drift along. Wonderful combining of guitar and keys...I'm repeating myself. Great change/refresh at 5:30.
Kari put this backer up on Songcrafters looking for a vocal so i jumped at the chance to collborate again with Kari...Thanks Kari
November’s song w/Redler
Autumn is over, it’s now the season of reflection
Autumn is done and winter is here…
Thanks for listening .......
YOU ARE NOT LIKE ME
Some People don’t know they can’t control their dreams
They hold them back and watch them rip at the seams
If they could break away maybe one day they could see
that I am not like you…
Midday field. I watch the lark, which serenely rises in circles up to dissolve there, forever. He sees no danger around. Why [should] I care?
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I recall that in childhood we all watch adventure films (or performances), and here the children…
Actor: me too, Trev. There is definitely a difference in roles since childhood, but how it affects us humans is not known. Creators and users? Listeners and performers? Probably deeper. Not worse, just deeper. I wonder of how it will be for AI 👀
The Freedom Of The Moon
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Poem by Robert Frost
I've tried the new moon tilted in the air
Above a hazy tree-and-farmhouse cluster
As you might try a jewel in your hair.
I've tried it fine with little breadth of luster,
Alone, or in one…
Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.
This Track was recorded a couple of years ago, and I started thinking about it because of the recent Track "dreaming" that I uploaded.
My friend Lavasir Nordrum (http://www.lavasir.no/portfolio/into-the-mendicant) somehow managed to get us…
Heres one I found on my Hard drive an experiment with Igor 2016 part of a project called mmmm I believe (Hi Igor its been a while...) anyway hope you enjoy
Invisible pearls gleam where only some have access. Sometimes a window opens and suddenly it rains, lights, and everyone sees the beautiful! For short ...
Hey,
I just improvised again this night and wanted to share what came out. Usually I'm such a perfectionist and have to get every detail right, with the effect that I don't share a lot of stuff that I do.
Here I recorded the first voice…
In the beginning there was a voice. ~Was it a voice or an echo of yesteryear?~ Was this that first voice that sometimes descends from the misty mountains in the morning? ... Am Anfang war eine Stimme...
Ukulele and vocals performed by Jazz, 12.
She's starting to write her own stuff (proud!) but just to get her in the studio for the first time, here is a cover of a song by Vance Joy.
The last party in the lunar nightclub. Moon splinters accelerate and try to scatter in different directions, away. But The Microcosm does not allow them to do this. He is in charge of microtonality. At least I feel that way ...
Still trying to figure the Kemper out....I should really start using the Noise gate on it by the sound of this but i don't have the time to do it now as i'm busy doing nothing.
Capo 1st Fret D Bm G D A X3
Bm A X4
NO PARTICULAR PLACE TO BE…
Oh, man. We are sitting on the terrace right now, doing nothing particular but listening to your song about us (Pinot Grigio a bit, too), as we now. I'm loving it, man, you know.
P.S. Dude, you are the best, as usual.
a bit of doodling turned into this .....
The clock strikes midnight and Jennys heading home
Peter, makes do with bus and he sits there on his alone
He’s Watching the streets fill with people as the the raindrops form to the glass
the falling…
The epochs are changing, the kaleidoscope of events is spinning faster and faster. The horizon of events, as the beginning of the rainbow, is not possible to reach. Which does not mean that there is no way for others.
Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
Grand piano piece for the "Magnolia Suite" album. Inspired by "Tree At My Window", the poem by Robert Frost (1874–1963).
~
Tree at my window, window tree,
My sash is lowered when night comes on;
But let there never be curtain drawn
Between…
"Kiwa Hirsuta was discovered in March 2005 [...] along the Pacific-Antarctic Ridge [...] south of Easter Island at a depth of 2,200 meters (7,200 ft), living on hydrothermal vents." -Wikipedia
The more you search, the more you find. Or get lost, which is sometimes the best option. Life goes on and will go on, right?
All the best to you, Kirk!
Igor
03.10.2018
another for the RPM the seeker the psychic the depressed turn to to put there life back on track.....
THE SEEKER
so your the seeker, who can unfold the dreams
can you tell me whats waiting out there in the foreseen
can you see in to my minds…
Comments on igor's stuff
Thank you!
Wonderful!
magic......
He stooped and then began stirring the cauldron with his wand..............and the magic began
and a lovely time was had by all....
So lovely a thought and such a pretty melody. Thank you Igor, Peace, Bethan
Lovely! I'll look forward to the finished version
Smoke of the past The shadow of experiences What was not But could have been ~ Yeah...
The blue of the day clashes with the dark of the night to create the sweet music of melancholie......
Fabulous! w;-)
makes me wonder if Bach ever played marbles, very nice fun
We played played marbles in the sun Sure It was a lot of fun Till mother called and we had to run Boy did we run run and run Leaving our marbles baking in the sun For lunch we had jam sandwiches and a Chelsea bun I'll never forget that summer fun.......
Thank you Igor. This is very vigorous and fun. Well played Sir! Love the atmosphere and great sound engineering. Cheers Bee
I love all these pearl but I believe this one loves me best.......
A lost DaNny Kay dance routine ......found just in the nick of time.....
Beautifully played.....
JMT said it very well,,classical drifts, perhaps you channel Chopin at times or Monet? i was able to spend time in the Muse de Orsey this summer, getting lost on the upper floor with the impressionists,,,, i stand there getting/falling into the pictures while others pass by as shadows,,, this piece is so much like that, a place of refuge in a troubled time,, excellent and thanks r
wonderful......
Great guitar sound. Nice mixture of keys and guitar. Nice when the low keys come in. I like the way you change the pace at points. Very the tempo. Echos of some of my favorite Chopin passages. Just a lovely winding trail. Close my eyes and just drift along. Wonderful combining of guitar and keys...I'm repeating myself. Great change/refresh at 5:30.
Nice playing here. It sounds like years of training involved to get to this point. Loved every minute.
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That fleeting thing that has passed, and always passes. Let it remain a warm wave that comes from the back streets of memory.
to a haze, yeah.
Actor: me too, Trev. There is definitely a difference in roles since childhood, but how it affects us humans is not known. Creators and users? Listeners and performers? Probably deeper. Not worse, just deeper. I wonder of how it will be for AI 👀
Thanks, guys, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Thank you, Bethan for the spontaneous idea that inspired me to do this, and for the title, by the way. I will undoubtedly look old-fashioned, but I believe that the beauty around is what we strive for, and empathy is what we only should have.
Heavenly sounds descend from nowhere and disappear into nowhere. The voice of the poet’s soul. --Thanks for Respighi, man.
Invisible pearls gleam where only some have access. Sometimes a window opens and suddenly it rains, lights, and everyone sees the beautiful! For short ...
In the beginning there was a voice. ~Was it a voice or an echo of yesteryear?~ Was this that first voice that sometimes descends from the misty mountains in the morning? ... Am Anfang war eine Stimme...
Oh, for a year now they all turn green of this song. Me too :)) But look, no lump - you're sing the words right! 🙃
Well, you sparkle like a diamond as always, Tessa!
The last party in the lunar nightclub. Moon splinters accelerate and try to scatter in different directions, away. But The Microcosm does not allow them to do this. He is in charge of microtonality. At least I feel that way ...
Hier kommt die Katze!
Oh, man. We are sitting on the terrace right now, doing nothing particular but listening to your song about us (Pinot Grigio a bit, too), as we now. I'm loving it, man, you know. P.S. Dude, you are the best, as usual.
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Hi Trev! Some obvious goals are difficult to reach, or at all impossible as it becomes clear with ages, eh... And some events like what you mention are the result of averaging the opinions of ALL. A mean average solution will never be what you need. In this case it is a "loss of face " in front of all Europe :) If we go back to the music here, for me this piece began with trying to talk by the piano, uneven as the ordinary people talks. Then, the play was turned out as part of the theme "We, humans ".
Fortunately, such a thing is not to be felt seems. You just become happier, thats all... not anymore... not anymore... who knows?
This "Your head so much concerned with outer, Mine with inner, weather" is beautiful.
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The more you search, the more you find. Or get lost, which is sometimes the best option. Life goes on and will go on, right? All the best to you, Kirk! Igor 03.10.2018
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