152 tracks by igor

Mid-October. Without a doubt autumn has come. And someone is celebrating birthday. /For B.
Prometheus: The idea is a bird that does not tolerate restrictions and rushed skyward. Igor Bad Münder am Deister 10.2018 For Svetlana, derjenige, der das Licht bringt.
...it's when to take time to pause and reflect before going into action. Time for a Condor moment. Before you get sucked into the whirlpool of ‘possible solutions’. 10.2018 / Thank You Trevor for an idea, and for the inspiration.
To find a self in a series of phases and life events? No time when young, later no wish. Phase changes occur mostly so that you notice the changes later, but sometimes the shift suddenly appears, it quickly advances and you make a decision. For…read more
The movement of thought is always directed to the height, in the hope of seeing something that we can not know. Like plant is drawn to the light, regardless of any obstacles, real ones or seeming so, and it finds it. Dreamy. 05.2018 Bad M…
1 May, Labor Day Off. Fried sausages in a windy and rainy garden - what could be better? Take Alex, for example - he goes to an extreme breakfast to his uncle (whatever it means), or Marco - he certainly rests after the hard labors of the righteous…read more
Full of strength and energy, I am heading towards the horizon line. I know there's a light beyond, new exciting experiences and challenges. Most likely it is. Now I do not look back, I will do it from there. Then it becomes clear, whether it was…read more
Consistency and immediacy, confidence externally and doubt inside, accuracy but unpredictability - what do you prefer in yourself?
A tiny rays of morning light Appears from nowhere And seems Is forever. / For Marvin, a real cowboy. 11.2017 Bad Münder am Deister
Each of us, personally or in any of the teams, makes decisions every second, from turning the head to someone, to "be or not to be." Together, these decisions determine the day, year, life, compatibility and contradictions. The attitude of others…read more
XVIII century. Ancient family Catoire de Bioncourt flee from the French revolution in Russia. XIX century. Their descendants are building a part of the railroad near Moscow, on which there is a station on their behalf "Catoire". XXI century. The…read more
The inner joy that comes from the fact that Sunday morning comes. Ahead are lights, and new challenges, and happiness of knowing the world. I see the glittering event horizon, I'm on the way to. Für Leon 02.2017 Bad Münder am Deister
Long-long ago, one blind watchmaker done something what he meant by the clock, and sent it to an unknown customer. Thus we were born and have become messengers of what we do not understand. Messengers to the one we do not know.
I do not play the violin and other instruments. I don't need it - I build the walls, and I do it better than anyone. I'll build a walls around and don't need to think anymore. I don't see lights, and the colors I don't need. I am now a big…read more
February evening, dark outside, and it seems that is a silent snowstorm there writes sad poetry.
Winter, sparkling snow, cozy café in a nearest village, with ginger cake and tea.
Not knowing the rules, we can walk on water and fly through the air.
All the years before / Over the Arran Suite, in six parts. Plot: INTRO Normal endless day on Olympus. Zeus surrounded by other gods engaged in the usual pastime, suddenly finds himself on the fact that he is trying to listen to the…read more
All around full of crystal icy droplets hanging on the trees, the sun is shining through the branches and there is no-one around. I'm such a jolly one still believe in love. -- With, and for Bee
It was cold just for one moment, memories flow imposed on each other as whimsical mosaics that didn't seem his own. Was it the dog called Monty, or ...
The sun, the wind, joy and [perfect] nonchalance!
Some tunes require you to be very lonely, or maybe the loneliness itself needs us to play things of this kind? Clean lines and minimalism: are they confront whether to the joy and exuberance of colorful life, or we need them for to see the joy…read more
I cross the yellow line With magnolia flowers. One jump, more, I'm there, Nowhere, In. ~ /For Bee, The Storyteller
Cornwall, a place where I have never been, and probably will never be - what is it? Sun, sea, lapping waves, moonlit path at night? Public, Idly strolling down the wide sidewalk, quietly... Ringing/sparkling kids, playing? Or perhaps this that…read more
The roar of the leopard? I haven't heard. In truth, the leopard does not roar, but shhh ... all of a sudden? --- March 29, 2016 Bad Münder am Deister
--- However... We'll be forever, won't we? -- Yes, we will! We will again greet the dawn, sit on the porch and drink tea and have fun talking about everything and nothing. --- March 29, 2016 Bad Münder am Deister
They come and covers you with an unearthly light. You blooms. And they leave. They leave to go back.
...same for orbiting shuttle as in falling elevator; always accelerating towards earth to as if falling!!! Therefore, you fall at the same rate as shuttle, objects float relative to shuttle, can’t tell which way is up. Igor Bad Münder Diaries
…he understood that more nothing is necessary; it already here, now // peace of mind, confidence and clear vision of the purpose of existence // he took a deep breath and swam down the river... /for all the people
...thru the silent night.
At the crossroads, with the only loved. Where art thou, mein lieber Augustin? Will we see you again? --- Für Fenella Humphreys, a classical artist.
Where I slip into the music stream, and away ---
Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction ---
Loneliness heals Loneliness crushes Loneliness gives strength And takes it back.
...whether roaring like hungry lions impatient for the arena? I go out into the world, I am tense, I know that the audience, they are mine, is only important. Bull for them, I for them. --- Time to exit, Matador!
... Tono en armonía?
Last-n-found from the “Long Farewells” recording session. Recorded live, one-by-one, in one of endless winter evening. --- http://adneonlux.bandcamp.com/album/long-farewells
Last-n-found from the “Long Farewells” recording session. Recorded live, one-by-one. --- http://adneonlux.bandcamp.com/album/long-farewells
Sometimes the natural order of things seemed broken, the course of events accelerated to a rapid and you feel that what is happening with you is ...a movie, and you're in, but this is not your, you are here by accident. --- …just another turn…
You live on street. Act quickly, without any sense, as the wind that blows where he pleases. Chaos? primitive element? ...stirring the cauldron full of cultures and no-cultures…and the real life begins. --- /For Trevor, from far abroad
This is where the dream of free flight lives. --- 1) Announcement: "Engineer M.S. Los invites willing to fly with him on August 18 on the planet Mars to appear for personal talks from 6 to 8 pm Zhdanovskaya Embankment, 11, in the yard…read more
Voice. The voice of one man. Does this mean anything? I mean, one person says to the world, to people, to infinity. Of course, we talk and it always refers to contemporaries, but do they understand it? Whether the person understands them? Do…read more
What a treasure these marbles! Colorful, transparent, with or without stripes... Let's play? --- For Bee. Also: Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, And Phoebus 'gins arise, His steeds to water at those springs On chaliced…read more
Pièce pour guitare, en trois parties. ~Journaux de Paris~
The fates of people like snowflakes: curled, they laugh and fall down.
For all who are happy right now, or will later, or for ever. --- "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.." William Shakespeare…
Don't stop, just don't stop, then ...
...it seemed to me that all was not right, should it be otherwise, would be better, but how? ..and then I woke up.
Unfulfilled dreams of a mysterious tango dancer.
From heart to heart it comes A stream of sounds That so worries, So beckon ... For Trevor, the one and only
Perpetual motion of things that will not stop even when we're no longer here. Strange feeling. --- "Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human?" Pointless, really... "Do the stars gaze back?" Now…
~For whom who far away~ Also: "The Red Cow tried to stop dancing but it was no good. "' I can't. It is the seventh day of dancing. And I can't eat. I can't sleep.' "Hm - very strange." said the King. What does it feel like…read more
Musique pour ne rien faire. Because of summertime, summertime...
Train of destiny comes when you do not expect it.
June, the summer is in full swing. We cook jam from wild rose petals (or more precisely, Svetlana brews, I play for her).
Ici le temps est absent. --- for Trevor
~Slowly the rivulet flows, paving the way~
As if I was a tree, And would stand in the woods, Taking the rain and the snow. As if I was a tree, Standing in the field, Looking at the eternal movement of the clouds. As if I was, as if ...
Who to believe? relatives, who drop out over time? loved ones, that dissolve in the night? yourself one, without being sure of anything? to a stranger who disappears at the same moment? Perhaps the question itself is not correct.
My dedication to all the night people. ~Midnight, alone, you~
Where to go away everything that we created? To nowhere, I guess. So, the show goes on. Or: tomfoolery all the way, yeah!
Tango, yeah... It often seemed to appear as displaying the life itself, but in reality it's just... ~tired passion~
Muted strat - what could be better for a quiet holiday for one?
How precise I have to be? And where is the boundary beyond which comes unnecessary perfectionism?
Soul: it exists, it does not gets old, it just gets... tired. But we'll feel this later, much later.
To be true to yourself - how is it? True to the sound that you retrieved from the instrument, to give [share] it away to others (to whom? you'll never know)? True to the mood that you're trying to follow, and which changes before you realize what…read more
This is like, hmm... like talking to a stranger on a train. First, it's nothing about, and then suddenly you discover that you're about to tell your life; or you listen to someone's story, seemingly intricate or simple (and therefore seemed familiar…read more
Waiting for something that would be: familiar feeling, isn't it? We look forward to when she comes back, look forward to when the morning comes; waiting to stop the rain (or when will finally rain...). Life itself is a... waiting…read more
As turning the pages of memory, randomly and lento. All that I know, is seen not as it was actually, but with age and experience (...dusted?). How can I forget? Do I need to? ~Kudamm distant bells ringing not for me, not for…read more
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…read more
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…read more
~Bringing the joy to the world~
March, the beginning of spring. We have snow, frost and wind. Hope dies last. Or: don't dies at all *(underline your choice)* Also: Hope springs eternal in the human breast; Man never Is, but always To be blest: The soul, uneasy…read more
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
~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…read more
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…
~In the middle of everyday life [and all this fuss] you stop for a moment and see yourself as if from the outside~
Cowardly Lion: Courage! What makes a king out of a slave? Courage! What makes the flag on the mast to wave? Courage! What makes the elephant charge his tusk in the misty mist, or the dusky dusk? What makes the muskrat guard his musk? Courage…read more
After the late naps I can't get up, as should I? Where I... Who am I? Sounds comes, closer, Ah! - here it is, my world, Lovely, clear and simple ~ ...the state after summer sleep before I (you) have any thoughts, or, more precisely…read more
~Essence of a musical box with the ballerina spinning around and around~ /as Bethan said/ ~ Calm the night, unstirring, And the air so clear Pearls of dew uncurling, Moonlight rays unfurling ’Cross the glassy mere. Dulcet waves appeasing…read more
~ Memories long in music sleeping, No more sleeping, No more dumb: Delicate phantoms softly creeping Softly back from the old-world come. Faintest odours around them straying, Suddenly straying In chambers dim; Whispering silks in order…read more
~late night one, in waves~ /For Rob, The Sailor
~Time is such a thing. It isn't waiting~ This is a piano piece, prototype of the tune; as well as the main theme of "Autumn Experience" album.
~ Observation Affects Reality ~ (as used to say Schrödinger's cat) Schrödinger's cat: A pussycat, along with a flask containing a poison and a radioactive source, is placed in a sealed box shielded against environmentally induced…read more
Light, to which thou goest; to which you fly like a moth. Once it was real.
In mathematics, a linear approximation is an approximation of a general function using a linear function (more precisely, an affine function). They are widely used in the method of finite differences to produce first order methods for solving…read more
"They were once Men. Great kings of Men. Then Sauron the Deceiver gave to them Nine Rings of Power. Blinded by their greed, they took them without question. One by one, falling into darkness. They are the Nazgûl. Ringwraiths, neither living…
Fall came, and it came with the notion of finiteness of ~all things~
Some things remains the same; some changed with time, some leave. ~As long as we remember~
La soledad puede conducir a la desesperación, pero puede conducir a la iluminación. ~Es decir, si tienes suerte ...~
I'm obsessed with this tune (actually, just few notes, but...), and I cannot get rid of it, at least for today. At least for all these days...
Sometimes it seems ... No: it always seems that we are all in some kind of closed squirrel circle, and we all run, run... away? Both I and thou. Why? The meaning of life whether it? No, I'm not crying or whatever boring. I just wondering…
She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams, But nothing will ever make sense again. ~For Molly, at 5~
Autumn again ... It falls every time, I would say, of a sudden. I knew it will, but... ~for Steve~
Taking a lie as truth, taking useless things as large and grand, I unwittingly contributed to the decrease of the common spirit. How to turn back? It seemed no way ... But now, creating a works of art, no matter how naive they are, I see the…read more
Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ... ~sonaresque~
It was a sketch for the final topic of amateur black and white film (a.k.a. "сlosing credits"), then not used, then forgotten. Then recalled and now free. ~For Trevor, who bravely fights with the ghost from the cellar. Spirit[uals]~
Together with a few guitaresque pieces (some are presented here, "Lettres 'D Amour" or "Mar Adentro" for example), this one was my "swan song" in already so distant 2009. ~Sign Of Hope~
The art of small talk; wordless.
The time will come and our grand-grand-grandchildren will not know how open and easy we (at least some of us) were. How we was loved, grieve, fought-then-reconciled. ...and again, again. ~vintage synths do not tolerate midi/programming…read more
~timeless~ Rhythms of modern life, which comes from the environment and force us to follow, are often (let say, always) does not correspond to our inner rhythms. First, we do not have time to stop, think, or simply do nothing. Then when…read more
Departing - leave. Do not believe. And don't say words of farewell. All told. Love can't go back... ~Echoes~
~Good things don't age. What about a man?~ I was a fan of easy listenings like Enoch Light, still love these sounds and light pleasure that they bring. Here so. P.S. Night birds recorded in Berlin this April, silly whistling/theme is mine…read more
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times. ~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
Not being particularly religious, I still believe that the soul exists and that it does not die. The prologue and epilogue of this piece were recorded in Basilique Sacre Coeur, Paris, on March, 11th 2011. ~For those who left and those who…
~images of bygone days~ This was 2009, and it was a photo contest to provide seven pictures of a story and all that. I, together with other, more talented photographers, was in. In parallel with the images I have written short seven neo…read more
~dreamt about a dream~
~Bless the Beasts & Children~ Shades of feeling. How do I transfer them to the music unless only I can is to roar as the buffalo? Overload from top, firmament from below. Play one note. Then another, then a third. Then overdrive them, all…
~The lightest slumber envelop me and I fall asleep, calm and in peace. Just for a moment of truth~
~Au Bordel~ Lived in, played there all sorts of things. Salon. Tango.
~Decrepit shadow of a piano in the shadows of former visitors~ I've played in such a cafe, a long time ago, for a meal/drink, thru the night. Surreal it was; second life. Yeah ...
~Liberté, Égalité, Fraternité et l'Amour~ Simple joys of being in this the seeming imperfect world.
~Spinning the Squirrel Wheel~ Spinning-spinning our globe, and we're in spin with it, servants of spin. What if we actually just ... snowflakes? We are spinning all our lives, sometimes together but often apart. Is it sad? And, if so, then…read more
~For all those who have parted forever, and those who have parted for a while~
One in a lifeless space. Cold. Only the power of spirit can help to survive and to love again. ~Furiously~
~Through the night, and darkness, we rush forward to the tops of the universe. What for we're?~ The original version of this song was composed, written and mixed on board of the night train to Berlin, in 2004. Here is an updated version number…
Smoke of the past The shadow of experiences What was not But could have been ~ For Kevin Scot Sparks, Painter-Prof., All-Age Mentor & Trumpeter-Producer
~...and it happens this way: You remember what it once was, well... the feelings and all that~ P.S. Birds recorded in Anadyr that is on the edge of the earth, the white night.
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…read more
Whatever happens - go ahead, to keep up with _________ (insert here). For the life itself it does not matter - you go or not. ~Hyperion Cantos~
At least once each of us has seen the so-called prophetic dream, bright or in matt. Come true, though? ~There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear…read more
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~
In the theater. Slowly the lights go down, calm idle talk, curtain, and ...
On the one hand, each of us is unique and has its own sea inside. On the other hand, we are very similar, sometimes even too much. That's interesting - our seas too much alike? ~for the inner space of each of us~
This story about good crocodile, which stopped in the middle, sits on a suitcase, recalls the past and thinks: where to go next? Also: Why should we hurry—why indeed? When every way we fly We are molested equally By immortality. No…read more
~Was covered by a coat of snow, but the beauty comes through~
~blizzard a silent. In white~
~and then he felt how it was - that last year's snow~
~time as metaphor of being~ ...the chronotope is 'a unit of analysis for studying language according to the ratio and characteristics of the temporal and spatial categories represented in that language'. Specific chronotopes are said to correspond…read more
Musical piece about the fairy adventures of toys on and around the Christmas tree, and all that. For us, the boring adults realists, such a story is ridiculous, but not for them - for children who listen to tales with bated breath. For them…read more
Daytime and night direction of the senses are different, and not only with increased perception, but also with some distortion of reality. Voices of the previous thousands of years?
This piece is an illustration of one of the episodes of a Russian fairy tale about a little brave Humpbacked Horse. Instruments used: blues harp (harmonica), classical guitar and some bells-and-whistles. Narrated by Svetlana.
There is only one step from the sublime to the ridiculous. And back.
Time goes, faster and faster. Old friends disappear as though they were not there at all. What remains? Blues, that all blues. It's mine.
Indecision is not always bad, sometimes it even leads to the determination. Or leads to the solution. Or does not lead anywhere (also a kind of solution). ~For Tessa~
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…
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~
Despite the fact that boring scientists have proved that did not catch a rainbow, I still believe that it is possible at least to touch its iridescent tail, and then... ~For Molly and girls~
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~