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.

TWADDLE TIME:

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.