Forget everyday life.
Forget smoothies, push-ups & dental floss. Forget too fitting clothes and social restrains. Forget drinking too little or too much water per day. Forget to check if your keys are in your pocket, ‘cos they are.
Forget what’s hot & new and forget that you must have it immediately. Forget to comment, subscribe and smash that like button.
Forget at least for a while something really important, which in the grand scheme of things isn’t such a big deal after all.
Forget arki and take a step to another world, where samurais adventure in the pages Kalevala. Via Dar es Salaam: KATALA KATANA.
1) Choose instruments. Change one of ’em. (34€)
2) Play an organic musical line of some minutes. (260 calories)
Note. Mute the track after recording & smoothing it out.
3) Repeat step 2 for each of the instruments. (Gain 2 tablespoons of sweat /track)
4) Unmute everything. Mix, master, tinker, tailor. (111 brain cells destroyed /every 3 seconds)
5) MANOIL SIDEBURN TAKEOVER. (It’s free)
Some nasty buggers that earwormed me in 2017:
– “Try A Little Tenderness “, the Otis Redding version
– “Birdland” by Weather Report
– “Heat of the Moment” by Asia
However, there was one song that tormented me above everything else:
– “Squonk” by Genesis
Damn you, infectious drumming! Go away, please.
My own music didn’t repeatedly pester me too much this year. RAISED EYEBROW AND A NOD for that.
…or early. Yeah, let’s go with that.
Now, let’s talk about minimalism.
Minimalism is the little things. The little, quick things, and lots of ’em.
Their sole purpose is to do their magic, and weave a complex texture of bigger things. And those bigger things – let’s just call ’em “bigger things” – correnspondingly start to build new textures – that’s right – “even bigger things”.
When you add all these ever developing formations together, you get a piece of music, in this case NOVOCTO DE.
The magic of minimalism is that, if you compare the beginning and the end of the tune, you’ll find that they’re quite different from each other. And you were never supposed to notice how the tune was constantly changing.
The magic of minimalism.
Actually no. The math of minimalism would be closer to the truth.
(As a sidenote, this sort of music would be suitable for a TV-program about the exciting world of psychiatry. “It’s the mind”, you know.)
The sabre of the word was not very sharp today, my friends. Therefore I present a few options I had, of what to talk about.
1) Once upon a time there was a lonely guitar riff… (Been there, done that)
2) Nes-chiptune-tunes should be a genre of their own. Like for instance compared to C64 chiptune-tunes (Meh)
3) Writing poppy melody to a song that’s in weird time signature (No need to point out the obvious)
4) 9TH FACE. (Approved!!!)
Now hey, this one was supposed to be released in the autumn, a couple of months ago. That fall sure was a quick one.
That didn’t sound right.
Would “how time flies when you’re consuming it”, be better?
Or “how time slips through your fingers when you’re not holding it properly”?
Ok, they’re getting worse.
Also, I’ve heard that mixing British & American English is a huge faux pas. Luckily I don’t care about that. Phew.
NO SEASONS FALL in autumn pop. It’s melancholic & yet quite light, and just like that (poof), it’s gone.
Things are about to get ABSOLUTELY DIGNIFIED.
I had a little story to accompany the tune, but it’s more fun to make up a story of your own, right?
Let’s just say that my version was about a Christmas party held by a slightly overweight count, in the late medieval times. And that celebration ended in a less dignified manner…
Merry December folks!
Question: What’s in common with:
– Quadriceptal rupturation illuminado
– The Bestemnia
– Ambiplural regeneration of descendants of the damned
Answer: They’re all fine metal song titles.
ARCHAIC REASONS FOR CADAVEROUS PETULENCE is also a decent one.
Plus the tune is some good balance for the next weeks piece…
1) I sometimes hide little easter eggs in my compositions. You know, references to other pieces, or my past work. Mainly I do it to amuse myself, ‘cos you gotta make the happiness out of what you’ve got!
2) In FRAGMENTS OF MEMORIES ALMOST FORGOTTEN, there’s actually two separate eEggs. The first one can be heard in 0.35 and the second one in the very end. Two points for you if you recognize them both.
3) What colour my rubber boots were in when I was 5? What was the brand of her bubble gum? Will I ever again smell that one particular odor from the spring of 1993?
I think I’ve mentioned this before… Tunes seem quite often to come out in pairs. I don’t know how common this is, or is this just my personal thing… Nor do I really care. It’s only positive that musical stuff flows.
RA BATT is the part one of mixing something classical – in this case the menacing double basses – with modern delivery.
Part deux coming soonish to a kongano near you.
Now, hip hop heavy metal of today, engage!