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 👀
Regs therapy is going well. Reg remembers some stories his Uncle Sam told him as a young man. Reg hasn't had a drink for a month now and his head is starting to clear.He has decided to visit Uncle Sam as it has been quite a few years and hopefully…
Well, you are not going to often hear a 70′s metal piece from me. I have to plead affection for genre as it is what I grew up with in my garage band days. In this piece I put to use my stratocaster copy strung up with “Not Even Slinky…
Reminds me that one:
~
People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
~
(BS, Para...)
()
~I was a realist, and was an idealist, I was the wind and burned with fire. I became mineralist, but that's what - I still don't know ...~
(by way of you and Nick Mason, the drummer, who sang:
...
Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream
Philip Glass is mineralist to the extreme
...
)
Reg has been with the new women in his life now for a while.She has noticed that Reg has an air of sadness around him.She wants to get to the bottom of it.She starts to ask him why? all the time. Reg wants to keep his secrets of his past to himself…
Reg has been caught again by the bottle this time he has nearly gone too far. He paralyzed with drink and hallucinating on the grog he sees his dead Uncle ................
Uncle
The room was spinning, the cartwheels have come,
He’s…
- Sober Voice: Yeah, it's often inherited.
- Principal Voice: But he has enough moral courage, realizing it, to resist?
- Evangelist: Would be Uncle alive he would have suggested how to be, uh...
- Clear Voice: ~silencio~
This is a tale of an anti hero Howard Marks who used the disguise of Mr Nice to cross borders and smuggle huge amounts of drugs, he was caught and sentenced to 25 years. He is now a loveable rogue playing to packed audiences telling tales of…
~nothing is true~
Reg knows that he will not die because there are two of them, and besides, though, he knows that he has nine lives like these ... hmm pussies with a tail, he's not sure on it. But he still does not know that adventure will be........
Reg was in the library reading back issues of the national papers to keep warm because a cold spell had hit the country hard and he had no money for heating. At least he could sit in the library reading until 5pm when it closed. Some strange stories…
Lyrics
Take the lift and your half way up....
Reach the top and your half way up...
You didn’t see your rise, and Lost your way.....
Looking down on the world your tears fall...
You Missed the Beauty of the climb.
And now you’re…
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 👀
Comments made by igor
~ this bar is never empty, actually ~ there's always someone there ~ underwater bassist, for instance ~ ...or was it a vision, eh?~
~He was The Man~
...and I agree with what you said about Badfinger's Ass - very good record.
~wee tam and the big peaceful~
~still snowing, you don't beleive~
Reminds me that one: ~ People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify Can you help me occupy my brain? ~ (BS, Para...) ()
~I was a realist, and was an idealist, I was the wind and burned with fire. I became mineralist, but that's what - I still don't know ...~ (by way of you and Nick Mason, the drummer, who sang: ... Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream Philip Glass is mineralist to the extreme ... )
What's the strength, bro?
~yet another drunken escapade while listening coz I luv you~
~electricity is shining in my face~
~is it still art or not? yea, this is rap~
- Sober Voice: Yeah, it's often inherited. - Principal Voice: But he has enough moral courage, realizing it, to resist? - Evangelist: Would be Uncle alive he would have suggested how to be, uh... - Clear Voice: ~silencio~
~nothing is true~ Reg knows that he will not die because there are two of them, and besides, though, he knows that he has nine lives like these ... hmm pussies with a tail, he's not sure on it. But he still does not know that adventure will be........
~is a delicate flower~
...and gave him an idea on how to...
~easy humming something quiet, and fly up...~
~brotherhood of us~
For all those who have parted forever, and those who have parted for a while.
Closely watching Reg ups and downs, worried: how is he?
Just agree with Geir.