Personal note (date unknown, maybe last springish?), filed under Name Ideas:

“Foods.”

Quote from a blog post by myself in 26.6.2017:

“I should start naming tunes after food.”

Make a note and you shall remember:

PIZZA HEIST OF THE CENTURY.

Then we return to the land of howling winds and dust storms. The land where the mighty engines roam. The land where the only law is the law of gravity.

DEMON OF OIL AND LEATHER is all about madmaxesque aesthetics. Naturally that style is presented in the 80’s kind of way. There’s no other way.

By the way, when I say “madmaxesque”, I refer to Mad Max 2.

You shall have no other Mad Maxes before me.

Today – which is about a week ago when you read this – I started to make dinner. At the same time I was supposed to plan a post, how to introduce NOTHING BUT A COONSKIN CAP.

I got my cooking stuff, pots and pans and the ingredients all set up. Although it was monday I was feeling good. “Getting things done, sun is shining in, about to get some food…”

At this point things took dramatic turn for the worse.

A bag of rice exploded right to my face as I was opening it.

I’m not even exaggerating. The bag exploded to my face, covering the whole kitchen in little white particles. It was like getting out of a church after you’ve gotten married and all the wedding guests really hate you! It was an organic Jas-Mine blast! It was Apocalypse Basmati!

Ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit, but after the initial shock and when the echoes of cussing had died down, the whole cooking area was covered in rice.

“Vacuum cleaner, broom broom, all the good mood is goone.”

The rest of the cooking went fine. No tomato tried to stab me or red pepper call me names. An onion tried to appeal to my sense of pity, but I’m a seasoned veteran of such interactions, and I wasn’t gonna fall for his manipulation.

And whaddya know, every rice grain has a silver lining: I got this writing thingy done and I got food.

Ambient new age soundscape music – the pesto of musical genres. Cayenne pepper of the soul, the vessel that holds the cream of the crop, if space itself is milk.

NON ANGULAR is some doozy space quest stuff. It twinkles, sprinkles, goes back and forth and around.

Expect imminent brain tickling.

I noticed on what date this post is going to be published, and immediately ran out of words.

So, I’m just gonna leave this here: SOMETHING TO DO WITH LOVE.

Naming a piece of music can be frustrating at times. So many good titles are already taken. That’s why they’re good, I suppose.

In my books, it would be cheating to name yet another tune “Time” or “I want you”, or you know. Not even if the song really, really wants to be called like that.

What I often do is, I think outside the laws of physics, create a random combination of letters, let’s say XARDONIC, and there you go. A unique title!

Yeah, that can be counted as cheating as well.

SOKODIIVIT is a place in your mind.

Now if it were an actual place, it would be an island in the Indian Ocean, east of Port Mathurin, south of British Indian Ocean Territory, west of Keeling Islands and north of La Roche Godon.

(Hands up, who have never spent way too much time in Google Maps, when you really should be doing something else?)

I’m picturing the island as the sister of the Galápagos Islands. You know, exceptional plant life, endemic species & volcanic activity. Cast Away without the volley ball & One Million Years B.C. without the violence.

This kinda music always gives me impressions of something, something I can’t quite put my finger on. And poking one’s brain could potentially be hazardous.

Lying has a long history. In fact, it has been suggested that the world’s second oldest profession could’ve been pickpocket, con artist, quack or spy, all of which require at least some level of lying.

And of course lying isn’t exclusive to humans. Our animal friends do it as well. Dave the Antelope can also act like a total jerk.

The world we’re living in gets more complicated every day. And like everything else, lying gets new forms. “Terminological inexactitude”, “to be economical with the truth”, “alternative facts”. They all mean the same thing.

Sheesh.

REVERSE LOGIC is something I came up with, in two ways. Although I don’t exactly know what it means, I bet it is some evil shichi.

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.

Bleep beep.

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.