This is a solo piano improvisation that I performed last year (2009) but have tinkered off and on for a while as a work in progress. It really isn’t done yet but I thought I might let others hear it. The piano sound is generated entirely by…
my brain on my ex - originates from 1996 - details below.
Dulled
What can I tell you?
I hold nothing inside
My brain aches from lack of....
Direction
I am shriveling up inside
Having not one thing to express
And my feelings are dulled…
my brain on my ex - originates from 1996 - details below.
Dulled
What can I tell you?
I hold nothing inside
My brain aches from lack of....
Direction
I am shriveling up inside
Having not one thing to express
And my feelings are dulled…
my brain on my ex - originates from 1996 - details below.
Dulled
What can I tell you?
I hold nothing inside
My brain aches from lack of....
Direction
I am shriveling up inside
Having not one thing to express
And my feelings are dulled…
compelling track, I like it. In other context the faux drums might bother me but here the strange elements seem to compliment each other; or a sense of conscious artifice.
PS I like your Ives
Time to upload an oldie from February - see the video
Stratocastor copy from a kit with lace pickups x 5 through guitar rig 4 against Norm Harris' Illesa in the Pantry!
Time to upload an oldie from February - see the video
Stratocastor copy from a kit with lace pickups x 5 through guitar rig 4 against Norm Harris' Illesa in the Pantry!
It is to you
I look for every step
It is to you
I look for every breath
No one can see the tide they're riding
No one can see the place they're going
It is for you
I look in every face
It is for you
I look in every place
There is no loneliness…
It is to you
I look for every step
It is to you
I look for every breath
No one can see the tide they're riding
No one can see the place they're going
It is for you
I look in every face
It is for you
I look in every place
There is no loneliness…
It is to you
I look for every step
It is to you
I look for every breath
No one can see the tide they're riding
No one can see the place they're going
It is for you
I look in every face
It is for you
I look in every place
There is no loneliness…
It is to you
I look for every step
It is to you
I look for every breath
No one can see the tide they're riding
No one can see the place they're going
It is for you
I look in every face
It is for you
I look in every place
There is no loneliness…
It is to you
I look for every step
It is to you
I look for every breath
No one can see the tide they're riding
No one can see the place they're going
It is for you
I look in every face
It is for you
I look in every place
There is no loneliness…
I had not touched my keyboard for a long time - couple months? So it was inspiring to play it again. I set it up in the living room of the new house and played pianoteq on my laptop using a Just Intonation tuning (below). Actually I had to improvise…
It is to you
I look for every step
It is to you
I look for every breath
No one can see the tide they're riding
No one can see the place they're going
It is for you
I look in every face
It is for you
I look in every place
There is no loneliness…
It is to you
I look for every step
It is to you
I look for every breath
No one can see the tide they're riding
No one can see the place they're going
It is for you
I look in every face
It is for you
I look in every place
There is no loneliness…
my brain on my ex - originates from 1996 - details below.
Dulled
What can I tell you?
I hold nothing inside
My brain aches from lack of....
Direction
I am shriveling up inside
Having not one thing to express
And my feelings are dulled…
my brain on my ex - originates from 1996 - details below.
Dulled
What can I tell you?
I hold nothing inside
My brain aches from lack of....
Direction
I am shriveling up inside
Having not one thing to express
And my feelings are dulled…
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat--
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.
Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more--
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.
Continuing journey of late getting reacquainted with my acoustic guitar past in a new direction more improvised and spontaneous than I used to do and more akin to some of the acoustic work of recent years with Chinapainting. I'm also rediscovering…
Comments on vaisvil's stuff
Great mix guys.
Very Nice! Enjoyed that
sounds great
Ha! I have an ear for vintage Vaisvil!
Great guitars. I was suprised that this was a 2010 piece... reminds me of some of your vintage stuff.
compelling track, I like it. In other context the faux drums might bother me but here the strange elements seem to compliment each other; or a sense of conscious artifice. PS I like your Ives
:)
I will have to stop back by sometime and really listen to each track....got a great collection of everything here.
Love this one! Faved,downloaded...and listened to A LOT
Had to listen to this again.
Big time awesome!
pretty solo.
neat-o!
Excellent. I like the drum work too. The guitar bridge rules.
great sound and effects
dIG IT
Very cool! Dig your tone on that guitar solo and those background vocal effects are great!
Really dig this....not sure how you come up with this stuff, but it's pretty sweet!
Its like grooving with an ice pick, chipping out sounds and sights. Very interesting sound here.
hey thanks! downloaded!
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this may be long, but it isn't empty. I really, really like this one!
it opens like a hurdy-gurdy! Your layering is so orchestral - wonderful work
This is cooler - the SE-02 seems to be quite a nice synth~!
love the runs in this piece! Very powerful!
awesome!!!
I'm in awe of how you make these pieces every week. This is excellent contemporary classical music. I agree with Bill, beautiful ending!
But four young Oysters hurried up, All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat-- And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any feet. Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more-- All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore.
excellent!
Beautiful!
Lola has my respect. What synth was slept on?
Its why they fly in cris-cross patterns!
You get some great sounds out of the pedal!
truly beautiful!
This is a lovely piece of intimate mystery!
this has a lovely mood that is introspective and unique
works extraordinarily well!
beautiful looping!
Love the dramatic opening and the release of tension that starts in the middle and resolves at the end nicely.
beautiful!
The music is excellent in how strident it is.