April 2020. We live the unexpected nobody asked for. But yet in these strange days there are times of great comfort.
Back in March, just before the lockdown, we were in the mountains to catch some winter groove. We enjoyed a perfect week with all winter has to offer. From gorgeous blue sky to heavy snowing days. Compact and powerful.
And in the mids of it this little machine I brought along. The OP-Z.

Fragments is my re-comer Album. I want to return to music making in 2019 and commence with a series of unpretentious yet unusual and unfinished tracks. This may result in one or the other hit. But hold betting on this 🙂

Fragments of Space is the first Snapshot you’ll hear from this year. More to come…

 

 

 

 

It’s long ago that I sat in my Studio
Now I’m back and made a Track

 

It was back in October 2014. My Wife and I where traveling through Scottland’s Speyside where we found this Gem. The Cluny Bank Hotel. Selden we had a better stay.
On the departure day before leaving we had a talk to Lloyd about the joys of life and how to express them to the world. I said „Maybe I do a song about you and our time here at the Cluny Bank Hotel.
Well here it is.
Enjoy as we did.

 

Don’t you dare!

What did mom tell you?

You should not spid your chewing gum to the ground!

Imangie stepping into it and being drawing like in quick sand.

Now you hear what happen.

Ops I did it again. Finally one could say.

In this song I sing in Farsi about a carrot having a hard time. Farsi – just because it sounds better and weirder for a lot of ears. Thanks a lot to my friend and his family with for the proper translation.
For the sake of background vocals e engaged a ‚choir‘ to please you.

„Es wird nie so viel gelogen wie vor der Wahl, während des Krieges und nach der Jagd.“
„There is never more lying then before elections, during war or after a hunt.“

This is my very own cock-and-bull story. It started of on a street in the middle of a city and spans from deepest seas to darkest forests. Strange beings and monsters never seen since let us hold our breath while they fight for sense.

Where automatic writing meets cabaret voltaire.

Cheers

 

One of these days.
Always caught off guard.
Wish it wouldn’t repeat.
But I know the way out!