I should be cleaning the apartment right now. Got visitors coming and it’s my duty as a responsible member of society to make sure the toilet is as shiny as a disco ball.

The closet where I keep my vacuum cleaner and mop and such is about 4 meters away.

The GN-z11 galaxy is 13.39 light years away and still I’m sitting on my computer and searching images of it. And not cleaning.


New titles.

I’ve named tunes after domesticated animals, all of them mammals. I’ve named tunes after reptiles, insects, fish and countless beasts. Elephant & orangutan even twice!

I’ve named only one tune after a bird, so here’s a second one: JACKDAWS DESERVE APPLAUSE.

Oh hey look, there’s a tardigrade.

I’ve named tunes after fictional beings & races. I’ve named a tune after a certain Great Old One, but I hid it so well, that no one’s probably discovered it.

I’ve named tunes after plants & flowers. And I’ve named tunes after places, like towns, deserts & islands.

Conclusion: I should start naming tunes after food.

Vintage fashion.

When I was a kid, we had a great sport during recesses, in the wintertime: Pull someones stocking cap down over his eyes. At the same time it was appropriate to say: “Kitska kiinni”.

In english those magic words could translated as KIOSK CLOSED.

Yeah, we were kids allright…

What has kiosks to do with the actual music of todays tune?

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Five shades of the week of the shorts.

Who likes SHORTS? We like shorts! They’re so short:

“The court of my dreams” is some royal stuff, from the ancient times of sword and sorcery. (In a 1960s italian movie)

“Uudet tuulet” says ding, several times, in the nicest possible way.

“Dangerous sax” is a city at night. Killer’s on the loose. Something terrible’s about to happen. Constant rain, neon signs, police sirens. All the good stuff a proper thriller needs.


Golden oldies, that’s more like it.

I like that good old entertainment music, played with an organ.

Imagine, a proper cocktail lounge in the year 197x: Red leather everywhere, waiters carrying Singapore Slings for thirsty customers. Farrah Fawcett hairs & really ugly ties.

Magic show is about to start. “The Amazing Bradrickus (and Rita)”.

The worst magician you’ll ever see is accompanied by the house band, “Bob Nelson & the Cantaloupes”.

After some vanishing & appearing, it’s the bands time to shine. First song, any guesses?

That’s absolutely right, it’s Besame Mucho.

The following tune is not as widely known. Pretty standard stuff, nobody even notices the song has changed. The tune could be RETIREMENT HOME AEROBICS CLASS.

Sublime pop.

I like baroque pop.

It’s heyday certainly was a good fifty years ago, but the innocense of that eras pop stills puts a smile on my face.

Mmm… Zombies.

So, what’s this baroque pop then, you may ask?

Well, think of relentless smiling, classical music kinda chords, puffy shirts, strings, neverending reverb and Phil Spector, and there you have it.

Still, nothing quite characterizes the genre better than one, simple word:

Harpsichord. If it’s got harpsichord, it’s baroque pop.

So, IN A CLOUD HOUSE has got harpsichord, therefore it has to be baroque pop.

Loopy loop.

That’s right, there’s some looping going on…

Then struck a nasty case of writers block, so I decided to listen some music.

Four minutes and fourteen seconds later I was feeling very mellow, but I was still short of words. RADIOMONGER sounded pretty good though.

Remake part 3.

Whoever said old geezer can’t learn new tricks? You were wrong buddy boy! I found some new music to listen & enjoy!

Ok, the music in question isn’t exactly the hottest new stuff out there… And it really is an American-born Mexican composer Conlon Nancarrow. And to be precise, the stuff is his works for player piano.

I deeply recommend NC’s “Studies 1 to 51” for all of you brave individuals out there. That stuff is not for the faint of heart.

The funny thing is that, I’ve actually composed a few pieces similar to Nancarrow’s without realising it. “Inside the Cube” is one of those.

And now, INSIDE THE CUBE is the computerized version of it.

Prepare yourself.


Well, FRIENDAS BOOGIE isn’t really blues. It’s more like – whad’ya know – boogie.

Any boogie out there isn’t complete without some woogie. That’d be like Laurel without Hardy, fireball without fork, ice cream without liverwurst.

But hey, boogie woogie’s got swinging 8’s and this specimen doesn’t.

So, what we’ve got here is some kind of boogie woogie. Maybe add an obligatory Star Wars reference?

Not on my watch.