No, it’s not my PIN. Maybe if I presented it differently, nobody would think so.
Sixty-four fifteen is ok, but this kind of messaging is in my world reserved for spelling door codes.
VIIVIV… Tweak it just a little bit…
There’s surprisingly many ways you can present such a simple thing.
FAR FROM HOME.
Summer is gone. Almost.
What indicates this, is me writing these posts for the august. Holiday season – meaning lack of work – is still on, but my mind is set on the near future. You know, to lessen the impact of that dreaded monday when the everyday life truly continues.
Oh hey, it’s friday! Yay, JUMPING JACKS of joy!
A little more holiday… Just a little…
There’s two ways of describing BRIMWALKERS GOODBYE. (yeah yeah, there’s more, but today we’ll focus on just two of ’em)
The literary way:
Listening this so called piece of music steals 3 minutes and 55 seconds of your life, which you could also spend in a 355 more productive ways, like: Minesweeper, sunbathing, badminton, learning a (foreign) language, watering plants, evolving, staring sadly out of the window, browsing though your hat collection, breathing, sitting, doing high fives, clearing your throat, whiskey, thinking of that special someone, folding stuff, healing, getting bored…
The non-literary way:
Choose your destiny.
Bleeaarg! Time to gete hauir & wiwld and shiet!
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Mute alters the sound of a trumpet (and other brass instruments as well) in a very interesting way. The sound it produces is both pleasant & pretty nasty. It stings like a bee that feels really nice in your chest.
Of course mutes also damp the sound, hence the word “mute”.
Brass instruments without mutes might as well be called “deafs”, ‘cos they are loud! You wouldn’t wanna share a prison cell with a guy who practices trumpet with a passion (and who is also doing time for an assault with a deadly labrophone).
So, today we got jazz with strings & a vibraphone and it’s mellotron buddy, starring muted trumpet: NO FLAX.
It’s been a while since I made MYSTIK, but I think it’s creation happened as follows:
I was browsing through some synthesizer sounds, without really knowing what I was about to do. I basically just clicked a sound, played a few notes on my keyboard, trying to find something inspiring.
When I hit a sound – which name I can’t remember – I happened to hit the three notes you hear throughout the tune.
I smiled. I had found what I was looking for, even though I didn’t exactly know what I was looking for.
The rest was easy.
It’s funny how a single word can trigger an inspiration to do, well anything. In this case, two pieces of music.
1. something that is in the Alps
1. A very high mountain. Specifically, one of the Alps, the highest chain of mountains in Europe.
1. A Swedish rock band, most notable for their 1986 hit single “The Final Countdown”.
I could do this all day, and have fun doing it. But I won’t. Gotta go out & walk the shoe.
…or more like: “Top 2 Words According to Me, from Leonardo Da Vinci’s Big Book of His Favourite Words.”
1. softness, smoothness, tenderness, mellowness
The translator guy translated the word from italian to finnish as “hämyisyys”, which I particulary like.
Yes, somebody just read Da Vinci’s biography. A fine book it was.
Next week: More words Leo liked!
Too late, mate. The spring is already gone.
Oh well, I doesn’t matter because Sid is never gone.
Sid shines out like a shaft of gold when all around is dark.
Otherwise there’s very little to say. I always like making these tunes. Retro-goodness.
Summer is here! Sun is shining, super-yay, Al Pacino saying hip hooray.
(Or more like “Hip, hip, whoo ah!”)
What I’m gonna do is:
– Wake up screaming: Gooooooolll!
– Watch 7½ football matches, 3 live, the rest reruns from the 60’s and 70’s
– Try to get some sleep, while WAITING FOR THE MORNING