Time for the fourth once in while-nual representation of short tunes!

We’ve got:

“Boredom dressed in blue”, which is not very exciting work, muscially speaking. It’s supposed to be like standing in a queue. Stare down. Check your phone. What’s that smell? Check your phone. Quiet desperation.

“Second to last boss” was an accident. It was originally a sound test for a different tune. And as you can tell, it’s video game music in it’s chiptune glory.

“Small yay” is something I like to call “orchestral comical entertainment music”. I think it sums it up nicely. Silly melody with, well, not much more.

Au naturel, these tunes can be found in SHORTS.

You know the feeling when you put on your shoes, jump in to your car and drive to Australia to buy a carton of milk, only to realise that you’ve easily gotten it in the nearby grocery store, just across the street?

The metaphor may be a bit crippled, but let me tell you, making TACK TOO really felt like such an odyssey.

What you don’t hear in that tune is a whole bunch of “toppings”. And that would be all sorts of fancy schmancy details, more instruments and an additional C-part. Oh yeah, and melody.

After adding all the sprinkles, syrup and chips, the tunes vanilla flavour was gone.

Although I’m usually “more is more”-sort of guy, in this case it felt like the whole point of the song was missing. The road wasn’t clear. The hot fudge was all over the kitchen!

Today’s double metaphor…over and out!

Why drive to the other side of earth for milk then. Well, I guess I just lost my sense of direction for a while. But now I’m back in the track with a frozen snack.

This one’s a ballad of a famous poet-warlord ZINKO VON POWERCHIEF, the bane of TV’s. Although it’s not a ballad. It’s post-stoner electrock.

Or contemporary trip-bop sludge-gazing.

Or pre-post-blues hop dancé.

Or blip blop *blows the nose -xStarSlayer987x- of Ulm.

– Romantic scene in a drama movie – Really emotional piano music.

– Romantic scene in a drama movie, with a touch of tragedy – Very emotional strings.

– Romantic scene in a drama or drama comedy movie with lots of witty dialogue – Jazz, or just anything played with a saxophone.

– Romantic scene in a Woody Allen movie, naturally with lots of witty dialogue – Jazz, or just anything played with a clarinet.

– Romantic scene in a drama comedy movie – SO SENSUAL funk from the 1970s.

– Romantic scene in a comedy movie, with some gross out elements – Feel good pop rock.

– Romantic scene in a fantasy comedy movie – Lively strings, harp and Danny Elfman.

And so on, and so on.

These postings of ethnic tunes usually start by me saying: “I’m not exactly an expert of – add region – folk music, but…”

This time I’m just gonna leave this here: IN TAN KEECH. There you go.

That’s some percussive stuff.

Sometimes making music feels like you’re inventing the wheel over and over again.

You get the basic idea in a shower, make notes and then avoid starting the actual job. When you finally roll up your sleeves, the job almost always follows a familiar pattern. This can be both good and a bad thing.

The good bits are obvious. Routines, experience and persistence help you complete the given tasks. But you know, routines can sometimes be depressing. That’s when you need to break your patterns.

BOUNCING BIANCA BLUE is a result of an opposite day. It has rhythmically monotonic melody and very lively background.

Although that might not sound like a big deal, it was quite enough to cheer me up and help complete the tune.

Many, many years ago my fifth grade teacher said to me: “Eino, you have an uncanny ability to express yourself in an essay with very few words”.

Of course that was nice way of saying: “Write more stuff, buster”.

Now, many, many years later, I still haven’t lost my touch of compressing thoughts:

Craggy. Powerful and a bit dangerous word. It’s also the first word in my mind when describing YEARNING.

Period.

After last weeks happy all the way update, it feels appropriate to balance the scale.

THE SECOND EYE OF DOMDE MERTY is a very threatening piece. It has a distorted electric guitar playing, well, two chords, in which you know that the fellow in question is most likely not a dude you wanna hang out with.

Happy heck, fire & brimstone.

Someday I’d like to ride one of those old school bicycles, with a large front wheel and a teeny-tiny rear wheel.

Apparently, they’re called penny-farthings. Live ‘n learn.

I’ve tried riding a little bike. It was extremely difficult because my knees kept on hitting my jaw. Hysterical giggling didn’t help either.

Anyway, all is well in the magical kingdom of picnicarea. Road trip music of 1880s: SUNNY RIVERSIDE BANJO RUN.

I’ve had this dream for like, a really long time: Compose a piece that is also a palindrome.

It has been done before at least by several (mostly) 20th century classical composers. Second Viennese School, man.

NOT WHITE KEYS started as an attempt for an electro-palindrome. I think I had three minutes or so of music (the middle part was missing) when I realised that the tune sounded awful. The structure was there but the music was garbage.

After this unfortunate turn of events it was goodbye palindrome and welcome a proper tune that sounds good.

But the dream is not dead. In fact, if I’ve completed the song in it’s palindromic form, the dream would’ve been gone.

How smart of me.