![]() The young playwright dies after returning to 1972. I remember when watching this originally, I expected the manager to be an older version of the playwright character who was trying to change his OWN past. Throughout the film, the manager than tries to keep them apart, supposedly for the woman's "own good". When he gets to 1912, the actress' manager is a middle-aged man (portrayed by Christopher Plummer) who is not only super-protective of her, but also told her that she would meet a young man and fall in love. The actress he loves is the old woman who gives him the watch in 1972, at the beginning of the film, and which gives him the idea to time-travel. ( the time-travel romance movie "Somewhere in Time", a young playwright from 1972 uses an old pocket-watch to mystically travel back to 1912 and meet an actress he has fallen in love with from old photos. ![]() Goodbye Wings of an Angel! Please come back soon!" A illuminated artwork with things to hear and to read, creating enough material to keep brace listeners occupied for the time being… when Wings of an Angel played all its audio stories the friendly pair flapped gracefully as to say goodbye & quickly flew back into the chimney in which the cigar smoke had accumulated. (I’m a bit slow…) making these diary to music ambient pieces even more than music. Most of them are of such a grotesque length that by the time the track had played out, my eyes and mind had just captured the last word of the track’s name. You could just imagine these feathers typing away on a modern day computer keyboard to give each soundtrack a voluminous title. Maybe wings might not be equipped with a mouth to speak, they do are able to type. Still my eyes wandered towards the explanatory links that the speechless Wings of an Angel dropped along with each diary chapter. This instant action had awakened me and made me thank the welcoming guest for it’s relaxing wonder of sharing its musical diary & saving my life at the same time.Īfter that I didn’t fell asleep anymore, listened carefully to the sounds and mellow melodies spiritually floating somewhere among the thoughts that the angel wings had implanted through music. Luckily the Wings of an Angel had been there and was well prepared as the flying artist flapped with a strong touch of one of the wings the whole cigar into the fireplace. I almost set myself on fire as the music story had kindly knocked me out into a temporary sleep, making my cigar to fall on my inflatable knitted Christmas sweater. Just closing my eyes and hearing the Wings of an Angel doing its thing took me there, almost as its music could give the listener a pair of wings, ready to fly on and in the memories of the unusual artist. Even though communication through words wasn’t possible (wings might be able to fly, but don’t come (as far as I know) with a mouth, tongue and lips.) the sexless wings would sketch the journey with its mellow soundscapes. ![]() The trip to the Ukraine must have had a long lasting impression on Wings Of An Angel’s productive mind. ![]() All dreamy, melancholic and non disturbing. I looked up (already relaxed) as the wings flew kindly around my head, performing a mystique showcase of polite sounding melodies. I waved high, lid a cigar and set myself back in a comfortable position when the wings without the angel attached come over to visit you with music, you simply sit back and respectfully take it all in. ![]() Luckily I wasn’t burning wood or tax bills in a fire & the musical calming impressions of this mythological ambient character had me instantly sedated with its wordless stories. But for this special occasion (the performance of Odysseys Of An Idling Polar Sun, also known as ‘the musical diary of the Wings of an Angel’s spiritual journey to the Ukraine’.) the wings didn’t knock, but just flew in through the chimney. "Normally the wings of an angel would knock on my window and fly in as I open them willingly for the feathered guest. ![]()
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