Playing, recording, putting grooves on shakers and having a ball in Ableton Live.

HejHej

Making some Big Room, learning about high cut (equals low pass)and making uprisers. Learning.

In Your Face - Big Room

Deep House sketch - trying to funk it up 
Yazmin's composition

Don't Talk To Me

Kept on experimenting and played with vocals and the pitchbended acid bass again. Never ending fun!

Well Good Evening And Hello

EC2dropH2O

Förlåt

Pappas ögonbryn rynkade - utan pardon 
"- Vad du håller på och håller på!"
Mamma lugnade viskande med sin torrvarma hand 
försiktigt leende. Hon hans eviga Samarkand 
Han lämnade henne igen en sista gång slutligen ändå
Med ögonen skimrande, glimmade ännu blixtrande isblå
Pekade kraftlöst på ett foto i deras gemensamma minne 
"-Åh, vad vi var levande, vad vi var levande då!"
Där i den sista timmen 
gick så tjälen ur jorden 
äntligen
blommade de osagda orden
Förlåt min älskade, älskade
förlåt för att jag gjorde illa dig så mycket då
Förlåt för alla laster, alla kvinnor, alla slag med orden
Förlåt, förlåt, förlåt men jag älskar dig, älskar dig 
Jag älskar dig lika så. 
Mamma rör vid sin panna. Hon lyssnar, nickar 
Hon förstår. Den bundna tystnadens längtan  
sjunger nu efter så många år  
så många år o så många år 
"-Vill du att jag ska läsa för dig om vår grusväg i skogen igen
Om gamla Linbråtens sjungande försommaräng?" 
Pappa blinkade sakta de torra ögonlockens sista ja 
Han hade till slut kunnat ge och inte bara ta
Där i den sista timmen 
gick så tjälen ur jorden 
äntligen
blommade de osagda orden
Förlåt min älskade, älskade
förlåt för att jag gjorde illa dig, så, så och så
Förlåt för alla laster, alla kvinnor, alla slag med orden
Förlåt, förlåt, förlåt men jag älskar dig, älskar dig 
jag älskar dig lika så.
Förlåt min älskade, älskade
förlåt för att jag gjorde illa dig, slog så hårt då
Förlåt för alla laster, alla kvinnor, alla slag med orden
Förlåt, förlåt, förlåt men jag älskar dig, älskar dig 
jag älskar dig likaså.
Förlåt

Förlåt

PopCorn 2.0

Disco Wash

Trying out grooves and played around too much with beatboxing sounds...

Groove is in da Car

No More War

...The Popocatepetl is not in Canada

Got inspired by Ernst Toch's 
Geographical Fugue:

Trinidad!
And the big Mississippi
And the town Honolulu
And the lake Titicaca
The Popocatepetl is not in Canada
Rather in Mexico, Mexico, Mexico
Canada, Málaga, Rimini, Brindisi
Canada, Málaga, Rimini, Brindisi
Yes, Tibet, Tibet, Tibet, Tibet
Nagasaki, Yokohama
Nagasaki, Yokohama
Tibet, Tibet, Tibet, Tibet

Trinidad!
And the big Mississippi
And the town Honolulu
And the lake Titicaca
The Popocatepetl is not in Canada
Rather in Mexico, Mexico, Mexico
Canada, Málaga, Rimini, Brindisi
Canada, Málaga, Rimini, Brindisi
Yokohama, Honolulu
Mississippi, Titicaca
Tibet, Tibet, Tibet, Tibet
Nagasaki, Yokohama
Tibet, Tibet
The Popocatepetl is not in Canada
Rather in Mexico, Mexico, Mexico
Nagasaki, Nagasaki
Canada, Málaga, Rimini, Brindisi
Canada, Málaga, Rimini, Brindisi
Canada, Canada, Canada, Canada
Málaga, Málaga, Málaga, Málaga

Tabasco Is In Mexico

Ack Värmeland Du Sköna

Oh Father, 
You never wanted me, the forsaken daughter.
Gave it all to others and your son instead
Oh, father, 
Why did you commit this child’s slaughter?
These words keep echoing in my head

These hurts keep echoing in my heart

A muted scream from truly yours
For all these years I would sadly rather 
Not have been born at all
Than having you as a father
Oh father!

My scars are not to be spoken of places
Can you hear the thousand oh silent echoes?
Hidden seeds grow in these raspy spaces.
They bloom in ostracized meadows

These meads keep echoing in my head

A muted scream from truly yours
For all these years I would sadly rather 
Not have been born at all
Than having you as a father
Oh father

For the very ever first time
Just a few hours before you went away
You said: “I love you”, knew my name
I said “I Love you too”
smiled warmly
maybe meet you once again one day? 

A hidden dream from heartily yours
For all these years I would truly rather
have been loved once and for all
while you thus still were my father
Still my father
My father
Oh father

Oh Father

Det är berget som bestämmer - Glavaskiffer. 
Playing with automations on audio effects to create crazy rhythms etc
//Kilroy Was Here

GlavaSkiffer

In September All Is

Ta Det Med Ro

Peppar o Salt

I Ett Himmelhav

playing with granular synthesis and having fun

This Is My Treehouse

Thirsty

Sistastep

Sakta Vi Gå Genom Stan

Sakta Vi Gå Genom Stan med alla fåglarna

SeventhView

Let us remember what is important in this world....

"Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.

And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character."

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:

My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,    From every mountainside, let freedom ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.

Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.

Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.

Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.

But not only that:

Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.

From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, and when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Martin Luther King, Jr.
I Have a Dream
delivered 28 August 1963
at the Lincoln Memorial, 
Washington D.C.

I Have A Dream - Martin Luther King Jr.

Kilroy Was Here - creating and producing music and making dreams come true...
Let the music play!

Kilroy & Yazmin

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