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 👀
Agreed with Carey Wolff article "Ghost of John Murphy's Voices" from: http://www.fwweekly.com/2014/01/29/killer-or-filler-22/
Also: hope that ghosts will not sell all gear and promptly *** :)
No more sin or sorrow foolish fancy to a fault
No more dirth upon the land that withers under the assault
No more Babylon behavior bobbing up and down and up
until we drown away each memory scattered from a shattered cup. No more crying for…
No rhyme, no reason, just a colony of mournful machines piping their clangorous, grinding sonorisms at each other across an barren electronic landscape.
This will also be some of the source material that I will process later into something…
The "umph" heard round the world.
This month the killing of Lee Harvey Oswald will be 50 years ago.
A remembrance by GHOST OF JOHN MURPHY. On the VOICES CD.
(C) 2013 Royal T Music
I was passing by a darkened church this evening, as the wind danced through the trees, looking though the a window, i noticed a single candle lit, flickering on the alter step, casting a shadow within.. as i pressed an ear to the dusty glass…
A very Merry Christmas to you all ....Thanks for listening...i got me a cry baby she's still not tamed but a lot of fun so i had too try her out and this is the outcome.. hope you enjoy!!
Reg is getting all sentimental and wants to help his fellow man on the lead up to Christmas....i think secretly he's just working on his Karma to get a bigger present......
This Christmas Day
It’s Christmas day and he’s on his knee’s, on his…
Asthma is thought to be caused by a combination of genetic and environmental factors. In other words, they don't know what's causing it. And haven't been able to come up with a cure either.
- to princess...
Yeah, I know, it's early. But the Banjo Hangout is having a contest for banjo renditions of this tune, and I decided to toss my hat in the ring, so to speak. Might win the 6-string banjo first prize, which I can't imagine having any use for, or…
Reg is spending too much time in the cellar watching the news on TV, reading the papers and conspiracy theories on the internet. He's started to get Paranoid…he's come up with his own conspiracy theory…i keep telling him he's just paranoid…
Here I played on Roland Jupiter 80 and Roland Integra 7 synthesizers (incredible instruments for all those who love and who live with sounds and emotions); chained/multilayered; live recording.
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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Agreed with Carey Wolff article "Ghost of John Murphy's Voices" from: http://www.fwweekly.com/2014/01/29/killer-or-filler-22/ Also: hope that ghosts will not sell all gear and promptly *** :)
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...then I, without special reason, descended into the abyss of black of bass. Will I find there what you need? Or, on the way, I lost myself?
~The Soundtrack of Their Lives~
~Reg's Toy Story~
~JMT, The Man~
~Forgotten memories of past prayers and the future-what-we-don't-know~
Sunrise Pickup, indeed:)
…and let the champagne flow!
What could be better than your song here in Cologne rainy day? Listening...
Superb.
~The Penguin Café~
Great, and in time. Christmas soon...
Los sueños de insomnio~
...only he and Mrs. Helicon, together and [still] free.
racing like a blocky fireball dancing like a long-way ghost yeah...
Oh, look what I found - excellent song!
~ I have long been on the road, and on the dusty road to Nazareth I met a tramp, who was an eagle, and then we went together. ~
...and cuddle me real tight.
Here I played on Roland Jupiter 80 and Roland Integra 7 synthesizers (incredible instruments for all those who love and who live with sounds and emotions); chained/multilayered; live recording.