The first song was for themselves.
A scream into the void.

But the void listens.

Not just students.
Not just academics.
But strangers with usernames like BluePrinter47 and QuietTomCat12.

Now it’s not just about venting.
It’s about telling their stories.

They meet in the seminar room at 7 p.m.
There’s a soft sweetness in the air, like a freshly baked cookie vanished just moments ago.

Kate clears the whiteboard.
“Let’s write one for the people we’ve lost.”

Julian looks up. “You mean… who left academia?”
Kate nods.

Theo grins. “Oh. We’re doing a murder ballad.”

Ava grabs a marker and starts writing.

One line’s about failed exams.
Another’s about rejections—again and again.
Someone adds a verse for the colleague who finally makes it…
then loses everything overnight.

They never say names.
Everyone has someone in mind.

It starts as a joke.
It ends in a silence no one wants to break.

This is Test 2.

A song for everyone who doesn’t get to finish the track—
but still echoes in the melody.

Song: Ten Little Scholars

Ten little students applied to grad schools
One didn't ace his exams, and then there were nine

Nine little students, their packets prepared
One's references faltered, and then there were eight

Eight little graduate students, their studies like forts
One failed her comps badly, and then there were seven

Seven little graduate students sought ideas that inspire
One found no thesis topic, and then there were six

Six little graduate students did their research
One was tempted by big money, and then there were five

Five little graduate students went on the job market
One got zero flyouts, and then there were four

Four little assistant professors submitted their papers
One got only rejections, and then there were three

Three little assistant professors went up for tenure
One was voted down, and then there were two

Two little associate professors applied for promotions
One had no grant funding, and then there was one

One little professor left all alone
He went and got himself canceled, and then there were none

Test 2: Do You Remember the Ones We Lost? (Ten Little Scholars)

Being musician and artist "since ages", the last two decades and all the developments in digital music broadened my interests and activities in doing music actively and passively. Not being shy of any genre (OK, leave off some Punk and Extreme Metal derivates) I engage in composing, arranging, mixing and collaborating. 

Oh, and I do all my artwork and designs as well. And as you may notice I regard AI as a friendly helper.

Have a few looks & listens into my repertoire and eventually gain some insights. I'm always open for collabs if the the interests match ...

PLEASE NO PROMOTERS or VIDEO PLEASE. I DO MY OWN ! 
All new songs are real vocals and voices are not ai assisted. 
Mairidh Gaol is Ceòl: A well-known Scottish Gaelic proverb that translates to "The world will end, but love and music will endure”
Vocals now real people performing 
Collabs welcome. I’ll provide the lyrics if you would like to provide the music and vocals ? 
Scottish born and bred. Just exploring some ideas spinning round in my head and putting them up here. Various styles of music and trying to find my niche ! Songs are ai assisted. All the songs are written solely by me. All New music uploaded is  real people without any ai assistance on the vocals . Older Music and singers are partly ai assisted

Heinrich Dahms, alias Babún @babunmusic (www.babunmusic.com), is a filmmaker, guitarist & song-writer from South Africa based in the Netherlands. Co-owner of film production company BUZZMEDIA NETWORK (www.buzzmedia.net).

Kayak tour guide, couch musician, grandpa.

Elizabeth is the living embodiment of rock ‘n’ roll attitude—raw, unapologetic, and drenched in authenticity. As the front Woman of Elizabeth & SinCrawler, she commands every stage she steps onto with a voice that growls, aches, and soars, channeling the gritty essence of grunge and hard rock legends.

In any photo, Elizabeth is instantly recognizable: eyeliner like war paint, tousled dark hair falling like a curtain of rebellion, and her signature black wardrobe—boots, leather, lace, and attitude. There’s a fire in her gaze that speaks of both pain and power, of stories sung and scars worn proudly.
Artist and Independent Label since 2004
by Elizabeth and Frankie (SinCrawler)

Pop Punk/Rock
One man's crusade to bring back dickies and sweatbands (by the elbow or not at all)

Test 2: Do You Remember the Ones We Lost? (Ten Little Scholars)

Axioms of Mediocrity