I had the honor of being asked to sing at my beautiful nephew Manfred’s baptism in Högbo Church, Sweden (2018-08-25).
The song is my own take on the track “Utan dina andetag” (“Without Your Breath”) by Swedish rock band Kent. Behind the piano is super talented musician Lotta Tonlycke.
The video was recorded by my dad on his phone.
Music: Original song “Whenever”
Audio story: In the Heart of a Star
Audio story: “Across the Void”
Audio story: “This is Ground Control”
Another audio story happened, yay! This time I have taken the mike to my original text “This is Ground control” which can be found here.
But for this one something amazing also happened. I was contacted by super talented graphic artist Mio Dal, who wanted to make animated artwork for my recording. It’s totally awesome and you can watch it by clicking the video below. Then you should really check out their Instagram: @miosresidue. I mean for reals, just do it.
And here goes:
The music track this time is called “Eleanor” and was composed by Josh Spacek. You can find more of his music here.
This will also be my submission for November’s Open Mic event on the site Words and Feathers.
I really hope you liked the story and the fantastic artwork. Feel free to comment (I love comments) and check back again later for even more stuff like this.
In a while crocodile!
Last night I sat up late and finished yet another recording of one of my short stories. This one is called “In the Heart of a Star”, and the original text from last autumn can be found here.
Recording audio versions of my stories turned out to be both fun and somewhat addictive. The music for this one was composed and recorded by a very talented composer named Kai Engel – I recommend you check him out!
I also noticed that the blog Words and Feathers hosts an October Open Mic event, and decided to offer this audio story as a contribution to it. If you like listening to stories, you should follow that link.
I hope you enjoyed listening to this story as much as I enjoyed writing and recording it. Feel free to comment, I am somewhat new to this and manically appreciate feedback (mohaha).
Until next time!
As you might have noticed, this year’s Writober has not been generating much in the way of texts. My inspiration isn’t in the least lacking however – I’m just projecting it elsewhere for the moment. Like this here below; I suddenly found myself really, really wanting to record an audio story. Said and done, here it is – a recording of last year’s story “Across the Void”.
It is a story about a conversation in the night, inspired by David Bowie’s “Space Oddity”.
Story, narration, photos and recording are by me.
The music track is “Sedativa IV” by DR.
I hope you will like the audio story, because I have more coming. Stay tuned! 🙂
Also, feel free to comment. I like comments. Nomnom.
And now it is really time for bed. Nightie!
Today’s personal info: in senior high I was in a music class. We played in a band, learned musical notation and also recorded hell of a lot of music in a studio. It was totally awesome, and we were all going to be producers or singers or at least freelance sound technicians “when we grew up”. Need I say that not many of us followed up on those dreams? Well, at least I didn’t. Until now.
Almost exactly ten years after my graduation from upper secondary, I caught my brain thinking crazy thoughts. It wanted to write lyrics, learn how to play the guitar and record a song. I was like: dafuq, brain? But my restless mind would not be placated with less than a sincere attempt at the art, and thus I got to work.
Writing is seldom a problem in my world, so the lyrics were a small thing. And for the music… well, I seemed to remember some chords from back in the days, so I managed to beat together a fitting melody as well. The recording part, however, here’s when things got interesting. Fruity Loops was my weapon of choice back then, so I decided to make a revisit to those good old hunting grounds. I can’t say I remembered it all, but at least enough to make sounds stick to the recording files in my computer.
The real problem was the equipment. I have no real microphone, so I had to settle for the mic attached to my headset. And, though it worked out well enough in the end, I can really tell why people spend money on that kind of thing. I mean, really. I had to use my headset to record both the song and the guitar tracks, and leaning over your acoustic in order for the mic to pick up the sound at the same time as you are playing will only take you that far down Abbey Road. But again, I managed.
The song was a birthdaypresent for an important person, and I finished in time. That was in January. Now, finally, I have put together a simple video to go with it, and uploaded it to Youtube (the pics in the video are my own, taken during some of my adventures together with said important person).
I thought I would share it here as well, even though it´s scary and I’m not a pro and many of you are probably much better at this kind of thing than me and… I could go on forever. But fears are supposed to be conquered, right?
So, well, here goes.
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Lyrics:
Wherever life seems to take you
I’ll be there, right by your side
Whoever sits down beside you
I’ll take their place when they rise
I’ll be there through all of the years
You have nothing to fear
When life’s a war, and nothing seems right
I’ll be your sword in that fight.
Whyever hopelessness grips you
I promise to make things right
Whenever darkness surrounds you
I’ll struggle to be your light
I’ll be there through all of the years
You have nothing to fear
When life’s a war, and nothing seems right
I’ll be your sword in that fight.
Wherever life seems to take you
Whoever sits down beside you
Whyever hopelessness grips you
Whenever darkness surrounds you
I’ll be there, right by your side
I’ll take their place when they rise
This is my promise to make things right
I will always be your light
I’ll be there through all of the years
You have nothing to fear
When life’s a war, and nothing seems right
I’ll be your sword in that fight.
I’ll be your torch in that night
...these grains of sand 