Mickey Mousing is a fun term which means music that thoroughly matches the on screen action it’s accompanying. The technique was mainly used – you got it – in the early silent films and cartoons.
A – C – E – A – fff-fff-fff-fff – e – d – c – b
Unfortunately I had no moving picture to go with, when making SKEPTIC SANS. I just went with imagining raised eyebrows, shrugs, sneaking, making faces of enthusiasm & suspicion and whatnots.
Let me tell you, me grimacing by my desk, writing ideas down, would’ve made a delicious candid camera moment. There’s a fine line between being silly and ready to be committed to a safe place, far, far away.
One recurring theme I’ve got when making & naming music is the beauty of imperfection.
When someone dislikes his/her body feature, but you find that especially attractive. When an exceptionally groovy drummer misses a beat in a funny way. When there’s a way too spicy bit in otherwise delicious food.
Everyday wabi-sabi heck yeah!
Ok, when producing a mathematical industrial electro-tune, I might wanna keep the human factor to a minimum. But then again, at these times the complete lack of imperfection may just be the imperfection.
Now that’s deep.
SMILE WITHOUT A SMILE IS STILL A SMILE is a Finnish smile.
I played X9OL8F to a person and I was told that it is “electronic music for contemporary dance”.
So, it’s barefooted, black tight wearing, eye bulging, consciousness having, weirdly moving iconoclasm.
I should be cleaning the apartment right now. Got visitors coming and it’s my duty as a responsible member of society to make sure the toilet is as shiny as a disco ball.
The closet where I keep my vacuum cleaner and mop and such is about 4 meters away.
The GN-z11 galaxy is 13.39 light years away and still I’m sitting on my computer and searching images of it. And not cleaning.
That’s RELATIVITY OF DISTANCE for you.
I’ve named tunes after domesticated animals, all of them mammals. I’ve named tunes after reptiles, insects, fish and countless beasts. Elephant & orangutan even twice!
I’ve named only one tune after a bird, so here’s a second one: JACKDAWS DESERVE APPLAUSE.
Oh hey look, there’s a tardigrade.
I’ve named tunes after fictional beings & races. I’ve named a tune after a certain Great Old One, but I hid it so well, that no one’s probably discovered it.
I’ve named tunes after plants & flowers. And I’ve named tunes after places, like towns, deserts & islands.
Conclusion: I should start naming tunes after food.
When I was a kid, we had a great sport during recesses, in the wintertime: Pull someones stocking cap down over his eyes. At the same time it was appropriate to say: “Kitska kiinni”.
In english those magic words could translated as KIOSK CLOSED.
Yeah, we were kids allright…
What has kiosks to do with the actual music of todays tune?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Who likes SHORTS? We like shorts! They’re so short:
“The court of my dreams” is some royal stuff, from the ancient times of sword and sorcery. (In a 1960s italian movie)
“Uudet tuulet” says ding, several times, in the nicest possible way.
“Dangerous sax” is a city at night. Killer’s on the loose. Something terrible’s about to happen. Constant rain, neon signs, police sirens. All the good stuff a proper thriller needs.
I like that good old entertainment music, played with an organ.
Imagine, a proper cocktail lounge in the year 197x: Red leather everywhere, waiters carrying Singapore Slings for thirsty customers. Farrah Fawcett hairs & really ugly ties.
Magic show is about to start. “The Amazing Bradrickus (and Rita)”.
The worst magician you’ll ever see is accompanied by the house band, “Bob Nelson & the Cantaloupes”.
After some vanishing & appearing, it’s the bands time to shine. First song, any guesses?
That’s absolutely right, it’s Besame Mucho.
The following tune is not as widely known. Pretty standard stuff, nobody even notices the song has changed. The tune could be RETIREMENT HOME AEROBICS CLASS.
I like baroque pop.
It’s heyday certainly was a good fifty years ago, but the innocense of that eras pop stills puts a smile on my face.
So, what’s this baroque pop then, you may ask?
Well, think of relentless smiling, classical music kinda chords, puffy shirts, strings, neverending reverb and Phil Spector, and there you have it.
Still, nothing quite characterizes the genre better than one, simple word:
Harpsichord. If it’s got harpsichord, it’s baroque pop.
So, IN A CLOUD HOUSE has got harpsichord, therefore it has to be baroque pop.
That’s right, there’s some looping going on…
Then struck a nasty case of writers block, so I decided to listen some music.
Four minutes and fourteen seconds later I was feeling very mellow, but I was still short of words. RADIOMONGER sounded pretty good though.