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.

Oh you great Goddess of spring, can you please keep the pollen to a minimum.

Oh you supreme being with your lovely black eyes. Let there be snow & rain, and the mixture of those two. (Like yesterday, that was neat)

M’kay?

Oh you! In your infinite wisdom let it be so.

Accept my humble offering, you strong and just… super being.

Let the BELLS OF SPRING ring-a-ding.

Dang, it’s sunny outside! Time to put on sunglasses until september.

Heh.

Focus, man: AGROMANCERS GLORIOUS COMEBACK is some serious folk music. It’s got reckless strumming, overactive flute, balancing synth bass and all that good stuff. Check it out.

Concerning folk music… An accomplice of mine once said: ” You know death is near, when you start to read memoirs and listen folk music”.

That’s two out of two for me.

Yikes.

Ominous.

Ominous, man. That’s a good word.

MYSTERY OF THE BURNGRASS KEEP is pretty ominous.

Ominous. Ominous.

Oh minotaurs.

Soft rock.

Soft rock, man.

Not in my world.

In my world soft rock is pop. There’s no such thing as soft rock.

Aaand then I did some googling and what do you know, soapstone is a rock, that’s actually relatively soft. And I was just talking about it a month ago.

Ok then, soft rock exists. But still, PAIR OF A KIND is pop.

Wow, it’s been 2½  years since I last released a remake. Funny how time flies when you’re making prototypes for future remakes.

It would be belittling to say that the tune changed quite a bit during the remaking process. It completely took a new form.

It’s line-up went from rock band + horns to strings + woodwinds, and genre from progressive rock to (neo) classical. Time signature used to be mostly 7/4, now it’s 4/4. General mood chaged from eventful & weird to sad & steady…

Even longer story short: The only thing in common with the original is the chord progression.

Without further ado, from “Conservative surrealist brit” to FUNERAL MARCH OF THE ELEPHANT.

What on earth is going on AT THE UNIVERSITY OF DORKENHEIM?

Some stupid things, that’s for sure.

Real life universities, on the other hand, are fine places. Standards of civilization!

Making up the silly story about this particular cradle of thoughts is up to you.

– Hello, my good sir or madame. How are you in this glorious monday morning?

– Why thank you for asking my dear friend. How can I feel anything but splendid. Refreshing breeze, nice birds and I suppose the sun is out there as well. How about you, my dear mayor-admiral?

– Feeling nimble as an otter in the spring. Bowel is functioning and brain isn’t farting. Couldn’t complain less if I tried! How are your lovely toes doing?

– All sticking together in a perfect harmony. How about your beautiful bellybutton?

– Fine, fine. And your hair?

– Not falling off. Your mind?

– Clear as a pale moonlight during the Samhain.

– Ha-ha-haa!

– Ho-ho-hoo!

Feeling good?

Good.

Now enjoy OLEVA.

Do you remember the thing from your childhood when your playing was abruptly interrupted by your parents, telling you it was your bedtime? Just when the play was so much fun and you weren’t tired at all and who needs to sleep anyway.

“But moo-om”.

That’s what I was going after with PASTIME BEDTIME BEST TIME.

Do you know the feeling nowdays when your internet browsing is abruptly interrupted by “that voice inside you”, telling you to go to bed? Just when there’s a particulary funny cat video or interesting article about barnacles going on.

“But I’m an adult. I can stay awake as long as I like”.

That would be something like, “Turn off the computer and go to bed you big dummy me”.

But not yet.

Todays world music extravaganza takes us to a bazaar in the year, well, a very long time ago.

What you see is like an explosion of colours and smells to your face.

There are slippers, scarves, all kinds of clothing. There are hypnotic tapestries and masterfully crafted rugs.

There’s jewelry, beads and pendants made of amber, amethyst and fools gold, all of which are much more expensive than they’re actually worth.

Indian tricksters make peoples jaws drop with their rope trick. Old snake charmer & his pet gather an excited crowd, whereas a lonely SOAPSTONE VENDOR seems to have a very quiet day.

There are miniature idols, calabashes and pots & pans. There’s pottery from Macedonia, spices from Khitai and beaver cheese from Venezuela…

Ok, now I remembered the scene in “The Thief of Bagdad” (1940), where the heroes are having pancakes with honey.

I’d really like some pancakes with honey!