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 👀
I was lucky enough to have a trip to YAP a part of the Federated States of Micronesia,, once again the music is from my piano solos but here it is attached to a video i made
http://youtu.be/GatB07PVCsw
Inspired by and in collaboration with [My First Dictionary](http://myfirstdictionary.blogspot.com), pretty popsters [ButterflyPolite](http://veryusartists.com/butterflypolite) intone a duet about the nameless people in your neighborhood.
The…
Inspired by and in collaboration with [My First Dictionary](http://myfirstdictionary.blogspot.com), pretty popsters [ButterflyPolite](http://veryusartists.com/butterflypolite) intone a duet about the nameless people in your neighborhood.
The…
"Sad Toys Factory" is a Fantasy - Modern Classical Orchestral Soundtrack composed - arranged by Mimmo D'Ippolito - "M. D'Ippolito's Eternalkeys" (2010)
I'm on ice, I'm afraid to go on.
It seems fragile, but I have to go,
I have to go through it.
I had to.
Tardius evolvere on my theme "From Outside A Wall" (presented here at alonetone, too).
For the idle people (or, better: Pour la…
The usual phrase: "it was the logical conclusion (continuation) of something", but the fact of the matter is that, looking closer, we see: illogical. Or logic simply not exist (and not needed to :-)
Naively conceived, written and published in February 2012 for "Contemporary Chamber Music" (vol.1), an RPM12 album.
The titles of the pieces in album are follow each other in a certain order - see album description.
When Eight ( 8 ) feels weak as a number
And falls from the rest in line.
It waits in state, until it wakes.
Infinity (? ) on its side...
Something we all
Recognise,
But still won't see.
So we count a little higher till we lose our…
~
So we count a little higher till we lose our souls,
Then we step back,
Thus, we don't count but just close our eyes,
And then steps forward, right on the ice.
Then step more....
~
The chorus of this groove is in 5/4 and the verse in 9/4. You can hear me fall apart at the very end… guess I got worried.
Lyrics:
*Try not to get worried*
*I am with you always*
*Try not to get worried*
*And don’t forget*
*Simply…
~for all the elves out of nowhere~
She dances, gracefully moving along a branch of the tree elf. She is dancing on the moon's path, alone...
Galadriel was proud, strong, and selfwilled... From her earliest years she had a marvellous gift of…
Howl 041412
I created this for the film DARK BLOOD.
The film River Phoenix was working on when he died.
Watch the film: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iO2QpASUcIY
(C)2012 Royal T Music
Maybe I missed a career scoring for no budget spaghetti westerns, because this is what this reminds me of. Done live a couple weeks ago with the Taylor and a floor full of toys and loopers.
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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They don't swim, they fly in the water, like clouds in the sky; flying...
We do not know their names. We will find out what they are beyond tonight's news. Great one, indeed.
We do not know their names. We will find out what they are beyond tonight's news. Great one
Toys come to us, live with us and then they leave; their lives are similar to ours. Toy triumph, toy fall, toy fate...
~Mae'n edrych fel môr o dawelwch, mae'n yn straen, mae'n yn aros~
The usual phrase: "it was the logical conclusion (continuation) of something", but the fact of the matter is that, looking closer, we see: illogical. Or logic simply not exist (and not needed to :-)
Thank you, my true friends! Who would I be without you?
~Screaming for the Blues~ ...yeah!
~ So we count a little higher till we lose our souls, Then we step back, Thus, we don't count but just close our eyes, And then steps forward, right on the ice. Then step more.... ~
I let my heart to trouble me 'cause of this groove My heart is in worry 'cause I'm from this world So~ ^_^
Stars - what's this? Whether it was Reflected In the cup Until the tea Was over? ~
I don't hurry I have no place to hurry I have no need to hurry I simply here To exist ~
The artificial city, You cold as ice, as always. Why do you call me, Why again? ~
For all the elves out of nowhere.
He howled in the night That someone was listening, He howled whole night That someone was. He howled all night And the moon Came out~
I just got a new Vespa, riding on it since yesterday, jo! This Drive fits O.K. :-)
~We are all the branches of a tree that grows to become Tree of Life~
...seems theme for the [moto]riding, for the rush hour, or... hmm.
Piece, full of fading lights. Is an ambient blues.
Thank you all for listening, this is one of my favorite piece in recent times.