amazing!
this song is really good very soothing
Reviews for "Synthetic Symphony"
broove responds:
thank you ;)
i have no words
i have been lisening to many diferent kinds of music here, yours is by far my facorite one, really good job, cant wait to hear more from you
broove responds:
Thanks, man. Usually I upload something every month or 2 or so..
melancholy
It's not "depressive". It can be melancholic, can be music that forces to think about things and situations we usually pass by because of "I have no time for it..." or "I'm busy for something else...". It gives a good flow of energy. Yesteday I listened to your music much and then gone asleep. Today I was very happy, even unusuall happy whole day. Now I'm listening to your music to form right mind flow, to know, what to do tomorrow.
Keep going with instrumental music. You make good arranges as well and sound is amasing. I would never believe that you play MIDI keyboard - I thought that player can make such good voice only by playing real piano in room with good acoustic and recording by good microphone. Again, wonderful sound.
Good luck!
broove responds:
Most people do things just because others do the same. We are busy all the time, yet we don't do anything at all...
Actually, it's not that hard to make synthetic music sound real (for good ears it will never be real, though). You just have to record the notes and do some boring stuff afterwards.
It's rewarding to know that my music can make you stop for a moment. We need to do that more often :)
And thank you again!
awesome
like a tag i once saw when i was riding the bus to school "we think too much, but feel too little" very fitting for the atmosphere this song gives.
broove responds:
Hey. Glad you think that way. Thank you
Great song!
Black. And gray. No one wants to wear bright colors to a funeral. Looking down at your brother everything slows. The world feels tinny. Fake. This can't be real. You hear the music coming over the speakers as if from far away. You can't tear your eyes away from his face; except that he is so pale, he could be sleeping. Your heart feels as if it's been hollowed out and filled with lead. You start to reach down and touch his hand, then check yourself; you don't want to feel how cold he is. A single snowflake lands on his forehead. Another star wrenched from heaven by the cruel hand of fate.