Here’s the second waltz of the summer.
HAUNTED WALTZ is a study of a simplest kind of melody that just keeps on varying and repeating.
The result is – as mentioned a few weeks ago – a tad dark. But also moody & folksy.
Shout-out to the greatest instrument in the history of the universe: Mellotron.
I am a blog post, the man forgot to write. Beforehand that is. Therefore I lack any kind of content or point.
The man says he’s sorry.
Anywaay, no need to fret. WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT SIR is funky funk.
So far, in the summer of 2017 I’ve composed two waltzes, which covers a good 66% of the waltzes I’ve ever composed.
Of the two, ALL I HAVE IS MY WALTZ is the “lighter one”. It’s not all rainbows & pretty butterflies, but still.
The “darker one” I’ll be releasing, er, later.
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.