About making love to your cell phone. Audio is a little strong in the mix. But Hay. I made this song in 2 hours.

About getting a Fish Fry.

Got more and more interested in shoegaze/uplifting indie/electronic music e.g. M83 or //orangenoise, so I tried to compose a bit. Really pleased with the result :D

I've always loved Trip-hop, it feels so... self-centered, like an idea that has been self-conspired and wrapped in unhackable personal meanings. And the amazing atmospheres. So why not a conspiring trip-hop song?! Kennedy's speech was suggested…

A Barren electric guitar that sounds as if it has been going through a broken amp. And complimenting synths and percussion. In retrospect, it sounds a bit similar to Trent Reznor's work, but I have always been a fan of his music so no surprise.

Ghani Khan was an amazing poet and I'm always awed by his descriptions and sincerity. And I don't even speak his language! Please read his poetry at http://www.pashtoonkhwa.com/files/books/ghanikhan_poetry.pdf (it has translations) if you like…

Stoner music <3 or psychedelic, or whatever. I just love simple clean as can be allowed electric guitar noodling. Down tune guitars, and just pour your heart out on the harmonic minors. This was done after hours of colour haze on repeat. zone&hellip;

+10 if you got the pointer from the title. If you didn't, it's referring to Isis' In The Absence of Truth. I wanted to make something heavy, but when it was finished I was pretty distraught at how much 'inspiration' this track had from one of&hellip;

Boards of Canada. Tycho. How much can I mimic their sound and not get called out? That was my worry here (again). In the end, it is not that much of a imitation ^_^ the synths played out way more aggressively, reminded me of those hard electro&hellip;

A mashup with Roger Sundström Fender Stratocaster, Soundscaping Steve Layton (Organic 1) Steve Moyes (Market day) for ImprovFriday 2012-02-18

My hands are trembling. It’s about to begin. Slow and predictable, the waves vibrate the ground. The entry is innocuous enough, like a distant bass rumble of a party 3 blocks away, but it seeps inside. And thus begins the delight. Wait, why&hellip;

Once I followed them. I didn’t want to be disappointed again. No idea how it happened. They probably let me. Or maybe I let them, still haven’t figured that out yet. Ended up in large, crowded hall, with everyone singing praises to their deity&hellip;

I detest groups. It removes individualism from thoughts, and adds a false sense of comfort and ultimately dependence. They might be essential, for efficiency, for communication, but they should not be celebrated as much. Or maybe it’s just misanthropy&hellip;

Well, that didn’t help. Gives me time to think more though. Seem to be standing in an endless grey mist, in puddles of water that don’t feel wet. Nothing good came of this. You know those dreams you have, your ambitions of being the best, when&hellip;