It was a few strange April days in our little town of Bad Münder. The sky was low and completely filled (with clouds?), and a yellowish light spread as if from below, and from everywhere. Irene had said at the time that it must have been the wind…
It was a few strange April days in our little town of Bad Münder. The sky was low and completely filled (with clouds?), and a yellowish light spread as if from below, and from everywhere. Irene had said at the time that it must have been the wind…
...and suddenly I realise it's Christmas Eve, and it's The Day Before. Years have passed and you don't expect anything special for a long time, and at least in Lower Saxony there is no snow, at all. But the magic of the childhood is still there…
...and suddenly I realise it's Christmas Eve, and it's The Day Before. Years have passed and you don't expect anything special for a long time, and at least in Lower Saxony there is no snow, at all. But the magic of the childhood is still there…
I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday.
I continue the conversation when it's long over…
Someday there will come a time when there will be no Monday. And there will be no need to remember about work or to follow the schedules. For some, it is temporary, for someone forever.
For Anton
06.06.2021
Robert Frost - On Looking Up…
Lebenslinie (Life Line)
Life, if you look back at your own one, or at the stories of others, often seems to be presented as an ornate line. This line is trying to branch out, but since a person is indivisible, that lifeline is always one, but…
Unless of course your life is out of control and the path spirals ending the center of the island after circling for the same answer again and again and never finding it
I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday.
I continue the conversation when it's long over…
I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday.
I continue the conversation when it's long over…
I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday.
I continue the conversation when it's long over…
I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday.
I continue the conversation when it's long over…
I write letters, but I don't send them and they go unanswered. I take them out and rewrite them, picking up the words and clarifying the meanings. I wait in hope that a reply will come someday.
I continue the conversation when it's long over…
Someday there will come a time when there will be no Monday. And there will be no need to remember about work or to follow the schedules. For some, it is temporary, for someone forever.
For Anton
06.06.2021
Robert Frost - On Looking Up…
Whistling a tune, I walk up to the house and meet a cat on the doorstep. We are going to have supper, and at this time a blizzard begins. April.
05.04.2021, live recording.
Whistling a tune, I walk up to the house and meet a cat on the doorstep. We are going to have supper, and at this time a blizzard begins. April.
05.04.2021, live recording.
Goldfishes tell fairy tales to each other, slowly moving their tails and fins as if moving the air with their Chinese fans. They do not mind that we listen to these stories too. After all, everything is in there: simple joys, and emotional experiences…
This is not the same ponderous endless time being that was mentioned by someone, somewhere. But rather I touch the water lightly and expecting the circles to disappear. And again.
This is not the same ponderous endless time being that was mentioned by someone, somewhere. But rather I touch the water lightly and expecting the circles to disappear. And again.
As you age, as you improve your speaking skills and gain experience, you try to speak to others more accurately and concisely. And immediately you are faced with the problem that you have nothing to say, or with the fact that most of what is said…
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 inner joy that comes from the fact that Sunday morning comes. Ahead are lights, and new challenges, and happiness of knowing the world. I see the glittering event horizon, I'm on the way to.
Für Leon
02.2017
Bad Münder am Deister
Every day is good, and rainy one in particular, because it is what locks us under the roof, to give time / to force to think about why we live, and to understand the value of short solar moments.
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What's the name of the day to us, who are immortal and infinite?
i want to start to feel real
This old heart mine has had nothing but bad times
Every time i think i got it made
By christ it all goes wrong again
yeah Everything goes wrong and i’m left singing this sad song
i want to feel some love
running…
We are the phantom limb of some once grand collective;
so full of holes, run through from a distance.
Uniform and prism minded; vagrant eyed.
From this cloud we stretch out, though we are vacant.
Out here, on some misspent horizon,
there…
Just a little improvisation. Though i fingered the chords and melody, it's fair to say most the heavy lifting's being done by a KARMA algorithm developed by Stephen Kay of Korg.
The latter piano half is simply a re-arrangment of that same…
Another live in the cellar....with a little borrowing from Zep...Stairway a song about a beautiful lady who gets old...
Stairway
I've been told the long legged women ain't got no soul
but that ain't gonna stop her finding her goal
She's…
...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
Gary the drummer bought a new song along we are working on in our band "BIG BAD DOG" with Jon on Guitar and myself on vocals....the recording is a bit shit but hey were trying.......Watch out the band BIG BAD DOG will be performing near you soon…
I believe after years experts will talk about this like: "You know, it reminds me of, uh ... Trevor... Yes, it was Trevor!"
And they, who knows will smile with meaningful glances at each other - "Yes", they will say, "WE KNEW".
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I like it.
This demo recording turned out particularly well, especially when compared to how most of my MYTHOPOETICA recordings sound. The lead guitar employs an Eastern Folk scale and style of picking, greased with GEM-style Blues butter.
SUPER YOU…
Another Psychedelic Folk song from the Lore of Spring collection of my four MYTHOPOETICA demos. One of my earlier recordings, there are sound quality issues. Drums are via the Yamaha E313 KB.
(A Moment) IN THE AURA
Goddess Earth, I’ve come…
Igor sent me over this wonderful piano piece and asked if i would like to collaborate on it and i jumped at the chance.............Thank you Igor
Nigel & Mary's Waltz
Nigel said to Mary come Marry me
lets make a show we can both just be…
Terrible recording due to my old studio set up dying, but a nice keepsake of just how bad things became before the rebuild.
Lyrics by Brent Kinder.
With piano by Igor Alexeev.
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
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
Reg has succumb ...this being straight lark just isn't for him ....it's full of disappointment...at least he knows what to expect when he's high.....
Pour the whiskey from the bottle
fill the glass drain it dry
say goodbye to all that sorrow…
first for rpm 2014
This summer my wife and i traveled to Europe! our first time across the pond..what a wonderful time of adventure we had from Paris to Roma. each morning i would rise before dawn to watch as the early morning sun painted the…
Comments on igor's stuff
very excellent work! Thank you for sharing!
Just beautiful as always
Merry Christmas be sure to go to bed early
Simply gorgeous! Thank you! Wishing a warm and lovely Christmas to you and yours.
So that’s who wrote the letter I didn’t receive I sent a telegram but forgot to write the message
Beautifully played expected like the rising sun
Unless of course your life is out of control and the path spirals ending the center of the island after circling for the same answer again and again and never finding it
I agree with the hauntingly beautiful …….you must be a ghost
Beautiful piece. A melancholy feeling.
Nicely done. Lots of emotion in your playing.
Just fabulous - stunning!
hauntingly beautiful... what a poignant and terribly sad concept you pose in the description...
Wow. Delightful. Conjures many images in my head.
To some snow cements that winter is here to stay To others a sign spring is on its way
Very nice! You kept that opening chord progression peppered throughout. Well crafted and dreamy!
Beautiful
indeed beautiful!
I could listen to this gorgeous music all day
beautiful
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 👀
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Every day is good, and rainy one in particular, because it is what locks us under the roof, to give time / to force to think about why we live, and to understand the value of short solar moments. -- What's the name of the day to us, who are immortal and infinite?
Die to wake up to be a fool! ...that's what I am loving.
In the distance, the heavy step of the stone guest is heard. Everyone froze and wait...
Short lines, converge and diverge somewhere out, to get back, to run again and again, around and around ~
In move up all the time, No turn around with, We live, we move. --- ...oder? (deutsch:)
He, in turn, just singing all his life before. And found that the life he had was not yet full... Time for the stairway to.
Thank you guys.
I believe after years experts will talk about this like: "You know, it reminds me of, uh ... Trevor... Yes, it was Trevor!" And they, who knows will smile with meaningful glances at each other - "Yes", they will say, "WE KNEW". -- I like it.
Just in case or not, I create the excitement of air that acts On me, on them.
Superb
Thank you, Gary. This is a Saturday Special.
The second day with Gene's music. The flight is OK, all the systems are working in normal mode, psychedelic.
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That music What appear for a moment, then disparaître As those delightful waltzes What echoed out From nowhere --- Thank You, Trev
Perfect case of hitting the target! --- ~like a rainbow~
… and ride under the endless sky full of peppermint.
...go array - That's it!
Smoke of the past The shadow of experiences What was not But could have been ~ Yeah...
Let's step higher, Were larks are. Let's up To the sky, Where the light is, Where blues is. ~Saga continues while we're here~
Oh, it's a good route! Looking forward to listen Geneva, Florence, yeah... You a lucky couple, that's it.