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
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
The circus is leaving, for good. Adults are happy (oh, at last they were gone!). Children are unhappy (there was a lion and clown, acrobats and candy and ... all that!). Ahh...
~You'll not believe, but: nothing lasts forever. Lollipop even~
"High Life" is a musical genre that originated in Ghana in the 1900s and spread to Sierra Leone, Nigeria and other West African countries by 1920. My friends from that part of the world consider this be the "go-to" rhythm for just about anything…
HYSTERIA
poem by: T.S. Eliot (1888-1965)
As she laughed I was aware of becoming involved
in her laughter and being part of it, until her
teeth were only accidental stars with a talent
for squad-drill. I was drawn in by short gasps…
Sketch of the ripple of unseen muscles. Tea for two who wish to take their tea in the garden. Concentrating of attention with careful
subtlety to this end. I like that.
Kinda rough. I'm uploading this mainly to share a guitar technique I've been working on. I'm wearing a slide on my picking hand and using it to alter pitches in single line phrases. There's a lot more can be done with this technique that I've…
Blues Guitar for Christmas as a metaphor for saying farewell to the outgoing something (sound cool, eh?). P.S. Nothing to do with my favorite Michael Brook album with the same title - Cobalt Blue.
~bronze bushing~
I see the entry to the exit, to a special place. But why through a window? :-) Ah! This is such an idea, clear. Seriously: to become a complete art piece it should be longer, and should go down into the coda at the end, as I see it. Working on it?
this was an attempt at making a tune where the vocal melody was nonredundant with the chords (or never found in any of the notes of any of the chords).
Almost succeeded - but it was fun trying.
'...whys and wonders -AND wordless prayer for Heather J., Jim L., David Garcia, Jerry W., Dr. Choi, M. Sparks, John Fitch II, and dear Zea, among many others.
after the ocean of possibilities,there is a plateau covered in rain and storms,where curious angels sing,after which,there is a lake,surrounded by weeping willows and eucalyptus trees,across this lake,coracles pass,carrying the sacred flame to…
A second outing for my new Reaktor ensemble codenamed "BD". This time I used only once instance of the ensemble but noodled around through a series of samples allowing the guided-randomators to vary the speed, grain density, and grain length…
New stuff has been slow in coming for me lately, but I found this lurking on my hard drive from a while back. Frankly don't remember how I did it except that it was all live to 2 tracks and at one point one of my synth patches glitched out on…
This is the first outing of a new granular re-synthesis based Reaktor ensemble I am working on codenamed "BD".
The track is generated by 4 instances of the ensemble (playing different samples), panned by CamelSpace, with lashings of Valhalla…
Comments on igor's stuff
...go array - That's it!
For all the plans of mice & men the best plans go array!!
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......
Comments made by igor
But it'll come back - we know it ;-)
~the memories of last year's wind that was blowing just yesterday~ engraved in metal~
Yes you, seemingly, the master of a rhythm! I like this.
...it might be nothing at all but nice. i like it. someone does something, other occasionally listens to it. just great...
~good piano tune with blue temperament in mind~
Ya, all acoustic-n-natural. Logic mastering aftereffects, though.
~piano étude, upright~
Thank you Kirk. Merry Christmas!
Sketch of the ripple of unseen muscles. Tea for two who wish to take their tea in the garden. Concentrating of attention with careful subtlety to this end. I like that.
~it was a long, long road~
Blues Guitar for Christmas as a metaphor for saying farewell to the outgoing something (sound cool, eh?). P.S. Nothing to do with my favorite Michael Brook album with the same title - Cobalt Blue. ~bronze bushing~
I see the entry to the exit, to a special place. But why through a window? :-) Ah! This is such an idea, clear. Seriously: to become a complete art piece it should be longer, and should go down into the coda at the end, as I see it. Working on it?
~a little bossa in the evening~
As soon as the end of the digital models - then and now begins the real hypnotic accompaniment. I guess so, Kevin.
~and we~ ~no longer waiting~ ~but being~ ~on top~ ~of the soul, of the mountain~
"I hope you enjoy this one": ...you ask! Of course! And who doesn't? :-)
From a "Rustles" cycles, mysterious Matt.
~is a really Rock Steady~
~strum on looping dreams~
Not bad for or to fill in the chase scene, for example. To be continued...? Think I will ask you for a samples.