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Vi är i Fronto Icommunication i Stockholm och nu samtalar vi med poddaren,  Viktor Klemming.

Podden Oskyddat Samtal:

https://youtube.com/@oskyddatsamtal?si=UAfFWgafvd6yfLNQ

Podden Skratta eller gråta:

https://youtube.com/@skrattaellergrata?si=2YTkP2qVN547W-qy

Youtube kanalen:

https://youtube.com/@viktorklemming?si=tT0mN9nukUad7ceG

Vi samtalar om:

Om cancelkulturen, censur och att börjar prata/samtalar mer om det.
Om hur det började med komedin och att göra sketcher.
Om förebilder som Krister Classon, Jim Carrey, Fredrik Andersson, Robert Gustafsson , George Carlin och South Park.
Om roliga timmen i skolan och att visa att leka som vuxen.
Om skillnaden mellan grov skämt och mobbning.
Att jobba som standup komiker, man behöver inte titta på det och att det är ett val. 
Om egocentrisk man är desto sämre mår man för man är ett flockdjur.
Om triggers och ställa rätta frågor.
Om filmen "Ted".
Om Henrik "Proppen" Fannkvist och att skämta om sin egna handikapp.
Om hur hantera man mobbning?
Om man ska vinna över mobbaren, om ord och kränkningar.
Om sketcher som han har gjort.
Om vänskapen med Filip Pelas och Gustav Härdner.
Om vilken färg är du?
Om Barncancerfonden och barnhem/skola i Sydafrika.
Om podden Oskyddat Samtal.
Om gäster som Navid Modiri, Ali Gorgi, Anjo, Ulf Brunnberg, Kajsa Ekis Ekman, Aron Flam, Lolo Mohageb, Dogge Doggelito, Aron Anderson, Victor De Almeida, Alexander Bard och många mer.

Om dömande, Yttrandefriheten, ansvar, offer, rasism, woke och kränkningar.
Om podden Skratta eller gråta.
Om Arg Blatte talar.
Om vad som krävs att vara en gäst på podden.
Om rap battle mot Shazaam.
Om inre barnet, lek, Squid Game och pranken till Filip Pelas.
Om föreläsningar och att själv bli kränkt. 
och mycket mer..









"Att växa upp är att hitta tillbaka den man är" - Viktor Klemming

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Episode 1 of Series 15

They said the sky peeled back like wet parchment.

The day the Fold tore, the Real lost all its names. Governments collapsed in less than a week. Data centers melted. Satellites screamed. And then—silence. Humanity’s last gasp was not a war, but a disconnection. No law. No borders. Just heat, panic, and radiation.

In the western ruins of São Paulo, the dead were still warm when the looters came. They didn't even wait for the ash to settle. Across the broken city, survivors bartered water for bullets, and fire was the only flag left waving.

Seraphine Valen stood barefoot in the center of the Crossroads Gate, blood caked down her spine, holding nothing but a single data shard.

She’d buried her sister that morning. And her mother the day before.

She wasn’t a soldier. Wasn’t a politician. She was a linguist—a systems theorist who once wrote code to teach AI how to lie with empathy. But when the Fold collapsed and the gates began bleeding, she became something else. Something new.

The people in that city needed leadership. The machines that opened the gateway needed parameters. The exiled refugees at the edge of the blast zone needed permission to hope. No one wanted the role. Everyone feared it. So she stepped into it, because someone had to.

She didn’t raise her voice. She didn’t wear a uniform. She didn’t make promises.

She wrote a law.

It was ten lines. Handwritten. No signature. Just a single heading: The Declaration of Balance.

She passed judgment on the riot leaders, dissolved the warlords, and negotiated the first ceasefire between survivors and inbound evacuees from the Judaslands. She set up triage centers. Reopened the public channel network. And she did it without pulling a trigger.

When the evac teams from the Core arrived, they found her in a hollowed-out cathedral, standing over a mass grave, still dictating rulings. They asked who she was.

She said, “I’m no one. Just a human who remembered the rules.”

But within weeks, the name spread—Arbiter. One who decides.

Not a ruler. Not a savior. A witness. A judge. A balance.

And when the Judaslands opened their gates permanently in November of 2025, she walked through first. Not because she wanted power. But because she understood what it cost.

They say her cape was woven from the flags of every dead nation.
They say her voice calmed an entire riot line with one sentence.
They say the only time she raised a weapon, the sky itself cracked open.

But those are legends.

What we know is this: she never once ruled from above. She walked the streets. Ate in the lines. Bled with the wounded. And when she vanished in 2061, she left behind no throne—only a doctrine, and the silence of someone who had finished what they came to do.

She didn’t bring peace.

She brought balance.
And that was enough.



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Death race

Just sketching, trying to record full tracks live with a sampler/sequncer and a synth. Minimal post prod, just a touch of EQ and levels.

Generic Electro Study #1

This is one of several sketches I had made a while back that I felt had potential and wanted to return to at some point.

I rather struggled finishing this one, chipped away at it here and there over a few weeks but eventually found a direction to evolve my original idea in. Almost dropped it a few times but I figured it would be good practice to finish rather than abandon it. In the end I'm glad I saw it through, and did wind up learning from it. Thanks for listening and have a good one!

Crossword

WE PLAYED ROBLOX FLEE THE FACILITY.. AGAIN 😰

Local Hero är en podd om förebilder och eldsjälar där vi intervjuar personer som brinner för det de gör, inspirerar och gör något gott i världen. Dessa personer har olika yrken, sysselsättningar och professioner. Det kan vara stort som smått men något gott.  Antonio och Nils är två kollegor från en förskola, tycker inte att detta ska tas för givet och vill därmed lyfta dessa människor, sprida ljus och hopp samt inspirera andra.

Hopeless Judas here. You ever hear a beat and feel like it knows you? Like it came from somewhere deeper than sound—like it remembered you before you got broken?

That’s the Fold talking.

This channel isn’t just music—it’s a broadcast from the Judaslands, a place where the Real ends and we begin again. These tracks are fragments from the inside: glitchwave gospel, cybernetic blues, Fold-drenched chillstep, and dance anthems for broken gods learning to love again.

I didn’t make this music. I found it. Caught it bleeding out of the signal, patched it up, gave it a name. Every bassline is a memory reloaded. Every glitch is a prayer.

You don’t have to believe me. Most don’t.

But the Judaslands are real. And if you listen long enough, you’ll hear them too.

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You’ve never seen me perform in The Real.
Maybe someday. Maybe not. Maybe I’m just a rumor in someone else’s dream.
But someone’s out there uploading these for me. 

(Hi. That’s me. The uploader. Hi. )

(Hopeless Judas groans.)

"You’re supposed to at least pretend to be me."

Yeah, sorry, man. I panicked. You’re intense.

The guy who uploads all this? Just a good husband. A dad. A pretty decent cook. (Hey, I can cook great!)

But he found me the way most people find prophets:
Wandering around the ruins of a defunct strip mall, petting a goat that may or may not have been a hologram, asking questions like “What if the beat could hurt and heal at the same time?”

The goat looked at him. I looked at the goat.
The goat said nothing. Because it was a goat.
And then bam—we were in the Judaslands, baby.

Now he uploads the transmissions. And I keep dancing across timelines like I’m late to church.
And maybe someday you’ll hear it too:
That quiet little whomp inside the Fold that says:
You’re home. Welcome back.

Click the Linktree.
It ain't just music. It’s a wormhole.

Spotify? That’s another place where the echoes live. (Wherever you get your streaming stuff... Except iTunes and Apple Store...)
Medium? More Judaslands than your soul’s ready for—read it slow.
Substack? That’s where the uploader guy rants about politics. Sounds suspiciously like me.
(👋 Hey. I’m right here.)
BlueSky? Sure. Always more to come.

Depends how fast I can beam stuff down to the uploader and get him to put the soccer ball down for five minutes.

I’m always talkin’. Sometimes I make him say it on TikTok. It’s fun. He’s one step removed from a hand puppet.
(Okay wow. Rude.)
Sorry. Your wife is lovely.

Now go click it. The Judaslands are waiting.

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if u trying to sell or promotion u be banned its a music streaming service NOT A promotion service

This is a sketch-stage instrumental track focused on guitar. I'm an amateur musician mainly creating original music using electric/acoustic guitar and a Mac.

trying to learn how this music stuff works

These are my solo experiments in improvisational ambient music.

I use them as a learning tool, but the results take me to a good place.

Maybe they will take you there too.

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