Too much.

Sooo, it says in CURTSEY FOR A FOOL‘s description: “Everything’s gonna be alright kinda feel.”

I wrote those words spontaneously right after I finished the tune. Now, a little later on, I think those words captured the mood of the piece spot on.

I bet that you could name at least a few other tunes that emanate “everything’s gonna be alright”? Lyrics that mention the words or any (other) Bob Marley song doesn’t count.

How about, can you name a song that has “driving really fast”-kind of a feel?

How about a song that has “The Ultimate Power”?

How about 3, can you name a song that says: “all the wealth I’ve piled up with my music, has had a damaging effect on my skills as a composer and a lyricist”.

As usually, I had to take this thought to a higher level:

Imagine a tune that says without any words: “Hands up, this is a robbery”, or “Take me to your leader”.

What about: “One evening I saw a cloud resembling a capricorn with a demons head”.


Another proper Halloween update.

In the beginning, I had plans to make two separate tunes, along the lines of:

1) Classy crime/murder/mystery theme music

2) Minimalistic melody played by music box, represented in a scary context

WITCH HUNTERS DREAM is a combination of those ideas. Two drastically different melodies weaving together.

I think it came out very nicely. Sometimes two melodies crossing in the night are worth a thousand frames.

Merry Samhain, folks!

The third birthday update & some exclamation marks!

Today – my friends – the toddlerism of a website is officially over. is three earth years old. Can you believe it, ‘cos I sure can!

Ok, kongano may still be sulky when it’s finger nails are being cut or when it’s blood sugar gets dangerously low, but hey! It’s all in the name of growing up.

TRICYCLE is something to celebrate this glorious day, my friends!

(I was gonna call it “Money or tricycle”, but that would’ve been so funny, it might be considered illegal.)

The tune’s all about the good old “cascading echo”-guitar trick. Mr. Google is your friend.

To all my friends!

Got autocompleted.

Stupid google. Making folks lose their train of thought since 1842. Just google “can people”, and let the autocomplete make you wonder the mysteries of the human mind.

Now to get back to the actual post. Ahem:

Can people who are completely incapable of dancing write dance music?

Well, I just did. There you go: WRITTEN ALL OVER IT.

And then I had to see Elaine’s dance in “Seinfeld”. And maybe another clip. And another. Hmm, what’s Julia Louis-Dreyfus up to these days? How about Jason Alexander? Oh look, cats. When did the Battle of Nuremberg take place?

Stupid google.

Future of the past.

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.

The rice incident of 2017.

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.

Cell & AI.

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.