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 👀
Me voy por ese camino,
Estoy fuera de la carretera,
Estoy en un mundo abierto,
Lo cerca que estuve con alguien que está ya inventado por el,
Estoy en un mundo abierto,
Ahora ...
~
To listen when timelessness.
~The road to the heights of knowledge is never easy, but it exists~
Also:
"He was asleep when the boy looked in the door in the morning. It was blowing so hard that the drifting-boats would not be going out…
The reunion was on...they came from far and wide....it was held on Easter Sunday down at.....the new cellar of Regs...chiseled in to the Yorkshire Granite ....sound proofed....bomb proof.....as they say it started with a beat...everything was…
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.
Yes, it's a whisper, but the whisper of the ocean. Have you heard the whisper of the ocean? That's a big call-up and big sound, determined and persistent.
Interpretation of that we see comes from us, so, therefore, is not objective. Seems, there is no objectivity here, none at all. But then why do we try again and again to learn, to understand, to feel?
The question is still the same: who are…
Hi Richard, thank you for listening. The instruments I've used here are: Roland V-Synth GT (general orchestration if I can say so :-) and, for the flute and trumpet, Roland Jupiter 80.
In the old days you could dodge the collectin man if your money wasn't right.Nowadays they can remotely shut off your lights,cable,internet-put your stuff out on the curb. So this is a bittersweet trip down nostalgia lane.
Another Live performance with former band mates in Scartaglen back in 1988 on the NPR show Mountain Stage. This time a piece of Gaelic mouth music followed by 3 reels. Maybe the most complex arrangement of a set of tunes that we ever did.
W/M by Tharek Mokbul
-Lyrics-
When the world is in battle,
It grows hard to see,
The fights that occur within lines.
Constant distraction dispensed
From the top
of the castle
With oil down its sides.
All of the effort
now wasted…
#4 for the RPM Challenge.
Have you heard this melody before? This is one of those where I wonder if I've unconsciously "borrowed" something from someone. Translation: the Fly Boat, like the tourist boats that ply the river Seine and their bright…
This song is inspired by the struggles currently going on in Syria....here are the lyrics:
Out in the streets, an awakening has begun
You brandish posters, they point a gun
Scrawled on the pavement with blood and tears
Says we the people…
My RPM challenge this year: acoustic guitar instrumental album with no more than three tracks on each tune (ok, maybe four!)
This one is a single track with no overdubs. On the 12 string, the 4th,5th and 6th string pairs are tuned a fourth apart.
We walled ourselves in apartments and rooms away from each other. Random thoughts and mundane life was grinding us to a halt inside. Some days, we were tyrants, and some days we were saints.
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to 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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Here I remember The Cars with Candy-O, do now know why... just getting off :-)
Me voy por ese camino, Estoy fuera de la carretera, Estoy en un mundo abierto, Lo cerca que estuve con alguien que está ya inventado por el, Estoy en un mundo abierto, Ahora ... ~
~thank you for listening~
There is no Emptiness really, matter of fact it's all...
~My funny Solitude~
I, staring at the dishes, I, think that I admire, I, consider myself an expert, But there's something here that I do not know, Does not give me rest.
Trev in his element as Master of Cellaria...!
Yes, it's a whisper, but the whisper of the ocean. Have you heard the whisper of the ocean? That's a big call-up and big sound, determined and persistent.
Hi Richard, thank you for listening. The instruments I've used here are: Roland V-Synth GT (general orchestration if I can say so :-) and, for the flute and trumpet, Roland Jupiter 80.
I staying true to my core values, I drink bitter one, I'm Elder, too old to be free...
A good canvas. Now would also add "lifeline" (kinda "theme" or "solo") and then ... huh ...?
~ we dance all night and sing and drink - why don't we? ~ Thank you, Kirk
~ I don't cut off the tails, and don't see where to look, I do love life as it is, even if my scissors are hopelessly blunt, hopelessly blunt... ~
...and their bright spotlights attract me at night. Here I go...
The time has come to let them go, Nick.
Links of the chain, as separated notes, you divided, still. When you'll unite?
He was always a loner, But didn't despair, He strum, And he strum, And he strum. singing
Such a guitar masterwork, yeah.
O-o!
~slowly the river flows, it bears me there where I never was~