We got these nice musical traditions here in Kongano, which all take place during the fall.

The second one we’ll get to later this month, while the third one is up at the beginning of december. Can you guess what I might be referring to?

This first seasonal piece of music is not as, should I say, well-established as the the ones I mentioned before. What I’m talking about is Autumn Pop*.

(*Registered Trademark of Kongano Intergalactical)

How this necessity of autumnal pop music came to be, I can’t remember. I think I just found out after a few years of producing such tunes, that I guess this is a thing now.

So, without further ado, Kongano’s super-official autumn pop of 2020: STOP ASKING.

It’s a bit more electronic than usual, but hey, it’s also still gloomy, melancholic & sad; All the good jazz!

… Yeah, yeah, yeah, a while ago I had a lot of wisdom teeth related issues… but nobody wants to hear about that, so shut it mister! That’s not interesting.

What is more interesting, is the change on how I view this particular tune.

What I remembered being a very basic and harmless piece of chiptune hiphop, sounded now much more than that. More deep, emotional, and it felt like the tune had a story to tell.

Dang. Happy dang that is!

Lost: 4 teeth of wisdom.

Gained: 1 pretty nifty TOOTH OF WISDOM.

Fair deal.

Why is it always (and by saying always, I mean for the 2nd time) when I’m constructing a piano piece, little birds come and chill with me on the yard?

That’s cool, I guess.

Also, my yard isn’t neither front- nor backyard. It’s a midyard.

Midyard in Midgard.

No, the birds I talked with were no puffins, but common house sparrows. Despite that: PUFFINS TALE.

Because they are sympathetic little guys.

What I had in mind was alternative rock. Maybe heavy, but still more rock than metal.

Two cups of King’s X, sprinkle of Soundgarden, dose of Nirvana and some vanilla extract.

Then there’s the one chord that instantly reminds me about Weezer. The good days of Weezer.

DEATHLY MEOW. You’ll get it.

Autodidacticism. Now there’s a word, you even have to stare endlessly for it to look silly.

Auto – dida – ctic – ism.

No. Let’s try that again:

Auto – did – act – icism.

Still no good. (“Auto did activism” would be great though)

Auto – did – act – ici – sm.

Bleh.

AUTODIA. Fixed it for you.

Ok, this one… Despite of the furious head-scratching, lip-twisting & eye-squinting, I do not remember at all…

That this one there being FATHER SUSPIOUS.

It’s pretty neat though. Little bit of mystery, some suspence, just a sprinkle of comedy, very little romance.

Recorder! That puny instrument that could!

Whew, writingses for the upcoming monthses are doneskis! So, time for a liiittle more vacation. Just an hour… a day or two… or until next monday…

Hey, another familiar one!

This one was also originally constructed as a background track. This time the lesson was II-V’s. Lot’s of ’em. No, more than that. I mean lots!

II-V’s?

(explanation?)

Not today. Last week we were educational, so that pretty much means it’s time for joking.

Ahem.

What the heck is PEPRIKORN? If capricorn is a cross between a fish and a goat, is peprikorn a half pepper, half unicorn?

Now that I’d like to see!

Originally crafted as a background for improvisation, MYST is phrygian.

Phrygian in music that is. We’re not talking about the region in Anatolia.

Hmm, I don’t know how widely known this following fact is: Did you know that the modes of the major scale were named after regions in ancient Greece? (Or the whole story is a bit more complicated but, still…) The modes (that are also scales derivated from the major scale) being Ionian, Dorian, Phrygian, Lydian, Mixolydian, Aeolian and Locrian.

This is something that every musician out there knows.

Now you know too. Welcome to the club!

I kinda remembered this one… Or it’s title, I should say. PASTORAL PRESENTE is the name, concluding our little retro-futuristic-cyber-dance-trilogy is the game.

All the pieces can be found in the electronic category, and they are, in the order of appearance:

Nomado Futuro
El Grungo Pasto
Pastoral Presente

Yay, more trilogies! That’s exactly what the world needs!

Not.

In case I’ve never mentioned: At the end of each month, I write these postings for the next month. As in late july (or right now, as I’d like to call it), it feels really weird to write these words for the august, because I’ve been taking a well deserved break from producing music.

I’m like: “What’s this tune then? That’s pretty good! What the heck, did I make this?! Bagpipes, really, bagpipes?!”

Etc.

I guess the confusion tells me that my break has been a succees.

Slowly towards the autumn & arki.

Almost forgot: BLINK. It’s guitarless, guitar-pop. Unlike alcohol-free beer, it actually works!