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 👀
Reg has left re-hab but now he has to fill those sober hours with something, so he has taken to people watching, but like everything in his life he has become addicted to it, listening in on there private conversation as he follows them, watching…
thought,, id try doing something for valentines day so i chose two Beatles tunes,, amazingly (or not) i found them very difficult for me to personalize, ,,hope all you lovers have a good day and enjoy
We decided to let Elvis back out of the cellar to record this one as he has been whining and whinging for weeks now to have another go. So here it is for 3.42 minutes Elvis is back in the building.......The music is one of Elvis's own karaoke…
Reg has just gotta get on gone, he wants to move out from his old lady's into reg's place where it's happening, what with Elvis in the cellar and his visiting friends jammin all night, Reg is almost living there anyway. So now he has decided to…
Reg has been dancing on the scene and started drinking again, this freedom he wanted so badly is harder than he thought. But he'll get through it.........
Previously released as "a little moon music", Here, used as the background for a video i made in Oct of Great White Sharks http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iX5R3lrxmYs
This is not the typical Discovery Channel version, here i saw the more languid…
Hi Rich, I have no special knowledge of the type "I was on a sound technician, " or something like that. I, however, since childhood (and still) listen to a lot of music, different kind of. And so when working on the next compositions I'm usually already know what I want to get (or, I think I know:-). Knowing this, I pick the appropriate instruments, tools and software. Details, if you really want, by email.
This song was inspired from all the snowstorms we have been having this winter, another on the way tonight.....I decided to prog it out for this one....prog-rock.....lets bring it back.
An unusual traditional tune from the first Scartaglen album way back in 1984. Going through stuff the other day and ran across the LP and couldn't even remember the tune or having recorded it. I played guitar on this track
Lions and Tigers and Bears. Are dancing, right within the Void (by way of Martin Silenus, The Poet)
~For Svetlana, my only love~
Note: The music presented here is composed and handcrafted without use of additional devices/midi, mostly on…
There are times, moments, sounds, shadow falls that take us to and bring us back to magical times in our lives,,,Something in this piece by Johnny Mercer & Henry Mancini,, can pull me in so many different ways,,, it's always been a favorite…
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~
My first attempt at a Blumlein or Mid/Side recording. This one is actually a mid/side recording as I used a directional mic in combo with a figure 8 ribbon mic set at 90 degrees from the main mic. Thanks to Pat Broaders for the loan of the ribbon…
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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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~And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil~ (Sound to watch girls by. Perhaps)
~lovely tune out there in the ether, where we slowly circled in the dance~
We 're in home studio hall, gliding through the alonetone Here he is - reminder Kevin :-), from Texas. Oh, great it is! ~Dreaming a dream~
...and if I sin listening to this song on Saturday, eh? Listening...
Wow! Well dude, now you're shareholder, too.
Of course you know that the full name of Neil - Neil Leslie Diamond. That's why they were there with Elvis, and here's why ... and also, ...
but I still feel sorry for Delo...
~he'll get through it, hell-distilled~
Hi Rich, I have no special knowledge of the type "I was on a sound technician, " or something like that. I, however, since childhood (and still) listen to a lot of music, different kind of. And so when working on the next compositions I'm usually already know what I want to get (or, I think I know:-). Knowing this, I pick the appropriate instruments, tools and software. Details, if you really want, by email.
Sandy's personal Le Noise, in low key.
Je dirais - bleu clair, mais si vous insistez... Great song - looking forward to the rest of for RPM, Doug.
The voice, yes, perhaps, and courage, too - I like, really. P.S. Few vintage reverb - and then ... (huh?)
~Slow landscapes of eternal winter~ "Eternity" - this is the exact word that Kay had to lay out of pieces of ice to the Snow Queen. To be free.
~In ancient ages we drank (a bit, of course) and danced by candlelight~
I do think I will return to it, to listen again, again...
~Revelation on the six strings~
The Circus is back in town - all good things always comes back, right?
It is one of my favourite Merser's theme (and: do you remember how sincerely sings its Andy Williams?). Thank you Richard.
... now we know - clowns just pretended, to scare kids. And in fact they are - good! :-)
~guitarra - ella como persona, ¿no?~ ...and: Thank you, Kirk, I know - you're grateful listener.