Spark of inspiration was hopping near the garbage bins.

Some time ago there was a morning I had serious problems with my musical ignition. I just couldn’t make the decision of what to do.

Should I go orchestral, acoustic, guitar-stuff or electronic? What genre shall I conquer next? How do I feel right now?

I knew I wanted to make something from scratch. I have a cubic metre of A4s filled with musical notes, but I didn’t feel browsing through them.

Then I took out the trash. Literally.

On my way back in, I stopped to watch some house sparrows. Funny little guys. Hopping there, looking for food.

Eureka!

LE MOINEAU A LA BOUFFE was composed and recorded basically in one (long) sitting. Living is easy when you know exactly what to do.

Thanks sparrow guys!

It’s.

HYPE builds up slow. When you expect it to explode into your consciousness, it disappears for a brief moment only to come back almost instantly.

Then it really starts to build up slowly.

Hype promises a lot and when you start to get impatient it doubles down the promises, and keeps you hooked.

When Hype finally reveals its hand, you realise the awful truth: Hype is the dealer in game where it makes up all the rules, and where it is always the only winner.

Hype is a big jerk.

Nobody attends the funeral of the Hype.

Combo mambo.

Unbalanced & amusing combo. Perhaps one I’ve never used before.

Yeah, gimme that.

No need to feature every section of the orchestra. No need to cover every frequency imaginable. Some stones may be left unturned.

For now.

Another one of those, that I like to call orchestral comical entertainment music: FUNNY FANNY.

It is played on a windy day by a tapir, a mackerel, two parrots and a colony of chinchillidae, all living in peace and harmony in a tropical island, and the surrounding waters.

Those kind of people.

Controller doesn’t work. Input didn’t register. Who changed the keyboard layout.

There aren’t supposed to be anyone. It has never worked like this before. What am I supposed to do here?

Of course the opponent drew that one card, that could bail him/her out of this situation.

Lag.

Bloody snipers, heartless gankers & griefing jerks.

I couldn’t see anything. I couldn’t move.

Stupid RNG, bugs & glitches.

That guy – probably called Kevin – who keeps stealing money from the bank.

That lucky son of a…

All the things listed above are nasty ways of CHEEDY CHEEDY.

Weight comparison day.

Apparently, the lightest material on earth is graphene aerogel. It’s 7.5 times lighter than air. Now that’s what I call light!

The heaviest material on earth is osmium. The internet told me that it’s very heavy. Osmium Zeppelin doesn’t sound as funky as LZ though.

ONE PUNCH WONDER is probably the lightest tune available in your friendly neighbourhood kongano.

The heaviest… I’m not so sure about that. Maybe some tune found in the metal category… Few other candidates could be picked in the “cinematic” section.

Music rarely obeys the laws of physics.

Punky.

Who needs visa to USA?

Who needs Ronaldo?

Who needs or who need?

Who needs bloodlust?
(Editors remark: What!?)

Who needs a real ID?

Who needs life insurance?

Who needs sleep?

Oh, Google. You googliest of all the googles. You googster with your people interpreting skills.

My contribution:

WHO NEEDS A C PART

The answer: It’s complicated.

Storytime – good time.

A while ago, I was reading a book about evolution. Human evolution, to be exact.

At some point, my mind started wandering even further back in time, into the time when life on earth was mostly found in ocean(s).

I pictured this funny looking but pretty clever little fish-guy, thinking vigorously what’s beyond the watery plane he’s currently living in.

I smiled when I thought about the fish-guy taking a peek from the water, and gasping a bubbly gasp in amazement. There’s something out there!

Then millions and millions of years went on before my eyes, when the clever little fish-guy jumped on the shore, and grew a pair of legs.

And then I had to re-read the last few pages of my book.

The next day I made OUT OF THE WATER. Ode to my silly little day fairytale about a clever little fish-guy.

Monomannotnomad.

Monophonic synthesizer is a synthesizer that plays only one note at the time. (As opposed to polyphonic synth that can play several note simultaneously)

That pretty much sums up, where I was going with MONOMAN here – have fun with a mono synth, and make it sound interesting.

To sum things up, what you hear here & there, bass, high notes and everything between, are products of a single synth. (Yeah there are some other sounds too, but it’s the idea that counts)

Now that I think of the tune, “Monomad” would’ve a better title. But it’s too late to change it.

Or it’s not, I’m just too lazy to do it.

Zumm.

Gone south again.

“They often come in pairs.”

– Me, like a bunch of times

A while ago, I flirted with some country & western (yeah, both of them) influnces in a context of a very basic kind of a folk song. Today we’re crossing the line into the world of truck stops, rodeos, stetson & boots.

Here you go: HONEY GET BACK HOME.

And hey, there was the wild west tune earlier this year… And the “Mississippi”-metal piece…

So, this has turned out to be konganos American flavoured year…

Maybe I should cut down a little then.

Do I wanna?