A while ago I talked about kongano lacking in the waltz department. Since then, I’ve added a few of those danceable buggers.

Lack of waltzes is no more!

Fun stuff.

Our waltzzy specimen of today is a jazzier one. OH BANANA OIL is also a quote from a very mediocre comedy “The Babe”. (Not the piggy movie, but the baseball one)

When I first heard the line I was like what the fluff, and I had to rewatch the scene to make sure what I heard was right.

And now I know.

That scene (as well as my personal wtf) alone made the movie mediocre, instead of just plain bad.

Just the other day I was listening to Sonic’s Rendezvous Band. Great stuff! Obscure garage-action rock from the 70’s.

Then I got to thinking Foo Fighters, probably the most popular rock band of the 2000’s, so far.

Although the differences between the Sonic’s and the Foo’s are obvious – 30+ years gap for instance – the basic formula of the bands is mutual:

Rockin’ that rocky rock. Simple as that.

So, is the basic formula of rock invariable?

Beats me. I just twang my guitar and hope that my fingers somehow, accidentally find something that pleases my ears.

Or is that the basic principle of rock?

I suppose some things are best left untouched. No need to explain everything. Trust your instincts, man.

By the way, you know who POPOLON is? Why he’s Aphrodites hubby of course.

Are all combinations of words in English language already used?

I thought I was being original for naming a tune ASPECT OF ANT, but no, Dungeons & Dragons (the tabletop game) apparently has some feature of similar name. How was I supposed to know that? I haven’t played D&D in like, 25 years!

Ok, let’s see Mr. Google, are the following expressions taken:

– Fear of plastic cutlery
– TV-spell
– Luminous rampant potato

1½ out of 3 were already in use…

Activate more originality!

Of all the chiptune-tunes that I’ve made, SPIDERS AND LADDERS is my favourite. To break it down why I like it so much:

– Particulary catchy melody, something old, something new
– Sounds fit together perfectly
– Bass drum = bass (this was a good find)

Aand that’s it. Enjoy.

In a way terms of endearment are like open heart surgery – it’s instructive to read about it, but really awkward to witness.

Double awkwardness & pain for a serious heart condition + diminutive, like “Achy Breaky Heart”. If you know what I mean…

I thought the term “dove” to be of Russian origin, because it’s so frequently used in Dostoevsky’s “Humiliated and Insulted”, but apparently it’s mostly English & French term. You heard this from a non-expert of classic European literature.

Anyways, FLY MY SWEET LITTLE DOVE is not meant to be taken literally.

By the way, the term “toots” which Donald often uses when talking to Daisy, is translated in Finnish as “pulu” (=pigeon).

Although I love Duck comics, “Fly My Sweet Little Domecticated Pigeon” just wouldn’t sound good.

What we’ve got here is failure of robotic specimen to function the way it is expected to. Getting up & running after a recharge is much slower than it’s supposed to.

Hey, it’s like the “The Afternoon of a Fauns” metallic version, “The Morning After of an Android”.

Or it could just be the heat.

Fake news told me that table fans are sold out in this continent. And apparently so is reasonably priced mineral water. Dang you greedy people with your need to drink, who got to the corner store earlier than me!

By the way, the chords in SLOW MOTION are drizzle, not torrential as usual.

Hand written crumpled note with a tea stain on it:

– Eclectic start & instruments
– Filthy saxophone
-> morphs into distorted guitar
– RAMBONDO
– Drum loop coontdmism gnö…

The rest is incomprehensible.

You thought doctors’ handwriting is bad? Try reading hieroglyphs written in the dark by a tormented artist who’s clearly half asleep.

It seems it’s summer. And with summer comes the news headlines, such as: “Hey look, it’s warm and bright, and us editors think that you should spend much more time outside than you’d do, if the weather would be less bright & sunny.”

There’s also saturday morning reports like: “Disaster strikes in Yourburg; It’s not very warm at all! You better grab your sou’westers, folks.”

Yes, us humans possess this weird habit of continually stating and repeating the obvious, in this case the weather. But why do we also need professionals to make sure we absolutely positively get this?

By professionals I of course mean janitors.

“Breaking news!!! English pop group Fink Ployd is not going to reform! There hasn’t been any talks between the surviving members of the group and there hasn’t ever been any indication that the group would reform. Bands fictional representative didn’t comment anything for the reporter who wasn’t on the case.” (- N.T.A.T.)

Oh yeah, SUN IN A NUTSHELL.

When it comes to making humble musical notes, I am very much of a pen & paper kind of a guy. It’s easy, fast, perfect.

However, it’s pretty rare that I produce music that’s completely ready on paper.

IT’S ALL BUT A DREAM is an exception because it was written as a guitar picking étude for my pupils. It sounded so nice during a class that I thought why not record it.

So there you go. Maybe a bit more musical ambience than normally, but hey. Music’s sometimes fun. Amirite?

First we had Nomado Futuro.

Now we’ve got EL GRUNGO PASTO.

So, the next one could be Pastoral Presente?

After that, we can call our little trilogy, well, a trilogy, and call it a day. Or we could do some serious universe bending to acceess a place beyond time.

Sounds like a job for the Composer Man, advocate of literacy, defender of pandiatonicism!