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 👀
What if the snow and its wonder involved an environmental 'imutation' or - at least - a beautiful metaphor for the great, gentle, quiet, thorough meeting...
...of the greatest, silent need.
What if the snow and its wonder involved an environmental 'imutation' or - at least - a beautiful metaphor for the great, gentle, quiet, thorough meeting...
...of the greatest, silent need.
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…
Ideas and patterns, especially in music, comes immediate, and often as quickly disappear - as if they were not there at all. That is why a true Knight Of The Music is always ready. In the modern sense, this means that his studio all the time is…
Ideas and patterns, especially in music, comes immediate, and often as quickly disappear - as if they were not there at all. That is why a true Knight Of The Music is always ready. In the modern sense, this means that his studio all the time is…
The piece, as it is presented here, is very far from the original spontaneous idea. I have shortened unnecessary parts, note by note, until piece became shorter and shorter and... until I realized that, if not stop refining it will be only consist of one note [and the piano will be broken] (maybe worth a try next time, by the way?)
Initial harmony, that infinitely moving in space, becomes thiner and thiner and finally turns to chaos. We, humans, are able to distinguish harmony in seeming casual sounds. We're able re-create it.
~For Matt~
"Bewildered, they searched for reality" - it's in the beginning. Further, everything (in my plan) should gradually come to harmony, harmony, harmony... until it begins to fall apart again :-) I do not know if I can compose and play it well - we'll see.
Sometimes the past in which you felt successful and strong, reminds of fragility of life. It's a sign of that you are in a point of transition and you should make a choice. Or the choice will be made for you. For me.
~for Geoffrey~
This space ambient track was inspired by Andrei Tarkovsky's 1972 science fiction movie Solaris. The musical theme (and the title of the track) comes from J.S. Bach's organ piece "Ich ruf’ zu dir, Herr Jesu Christ" (BWV 639) which was heard also…
This track was created as part of the October 2010 Alonetone 24 hr challenge. The challenge is to make 24 minutes of original music in one 24 hour period.
he's not blown away like a stray star
he's not stolen clean away by a fast car
but…
Okay this is one for the serious noise freaks only.
This is three instances of Loop Shifter that I played in real time using my Novation Launchpad.
Turns out the launchpad makes a great keyboard for loop shifter, better than a real keyboard…
I spent 15 hours composing and playing this or, I should rather say, this is the sole product of 15 hours of sitting with Live & my piano.
I think there is the kernel of something good in it (and I intend to explore that later) but 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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Must apologize that was not listened you attentively, before now. Wow! ~And I do not know why~
~...and the 'light of the world' was also there...~
~White emptiness and quietness as a metaphor for cleansing, and does not matter - either before or after~
~Waves~ "Little Moon" was better I suppose. More courage, a bit, is necessary, though.
Thank you friends.
~passing of time~
~Blown by a wind of the prairies, habitual to everything, I sang - and my song flied downwind, rejoicing to oncoming horizon~
~while watching the snowfall~ ~I was in warm place, was melting, melting...~
~I see good sounds here~
Oh, and about the name: this piece was used in our family for that to invite all members of household (who are at home) for evening tea, really.
The piece, as it is presented here, is very far from the original spontaneous idea. I have shortened unnecessary parts, note by note, until piece became shorter and shorter and... until I realized that, if not stop refining it will be only consist of one note [and the piano will be broken] (maybe worth a try next time, by the way?)
~Circus, where we're all, I like~Go. And have no fear~
The discovery of the truth for yourself ... Truth does not exist - there is only personal truth, everyone has their own.
"Bewildered, they searched for reality" - it's in the beginning. Further, everything (in my plan) should gradually come to harmony, harmony, harmony... until it begins to fall apart again :-) I do not know if I can compose and play it well - we'll see.
The day was sunny and warm, however. Although the song itself came out cool, it's true :-)
Agreed with Matt.
~Silencio on the station Solaris. Gravity is temporarily disabled. And only you, my "Ich ruf zu Dir, Herr Jesu Christ"~
~dream sounds duo~ ~brighter, lighter, away...~
..for the serious noise freaks as me, for instance. Louder - and you're in. i'm in.
Much better. No - better to say "interesting" one. I agree with Tess, my friend. Hi there.