I have in mind lots of shit such as: “Money, money, money, must be funny in the rich man’s world”, “Now look at them yo-yo’s that’s the way you do it, you play the guitar on the MTV, that ain’t workin’ that’s the way you do it, money for nothin’ and chicks for free”, “Money don’t matter tonight, it sure didn’t matter yesterday, just when you think you’ve got more than enough, that’s when it all up and flies away” or “Money – it’s a gas, grab that cash with both hands and make a stash, new car, caviar, four star daydream, think I’ll buy me a football team”… Get the point, don’t ya?
As I said and repeat not for once, everybody sings, nobody listen anymore. And well, with this downfall of the global markets and this over-saturated music scene, actually nobody gives a shit anymore about anybody. So, all my releases are available for free download.
By a fatal mistake I ended up back in 1987 at the microphone of a Rock band down in the basement of Ernst Hubner and till 1999 I played my role in different bands, Pansament and Nation’s Slum becoming pretty famous for a while, but some fucked-up record deal buried us alive. Shit happens and I take all the blame. For some it might sound incredible, but it was long before internet and implicitly before MySpace, YouTube, Twitter and fuckin’ Facebook. We used to make demo tapes, mail them through classic postal services, keep in touch with fans by letters, most of us didn’t have even CD-players back than…
Formed in 1993, Nation’s Slum formally were my solo project, but pretty soon it became a real band. We had quite good times, rough, but good times and I have a few fuckin’ funny memories. Thanks guys!
The album “Frust-Rated XXX” – recorded mainly in 1995 – never was officially released, although we had a record deal with a German label, it was a nice piece of groovy, post-hardcore material and except the totally fucked-up sound of the drums, I still consider it an excellent product for that times and our possibilities.
I bought my first PC in 2001, a quite piece of shit box already off-dated, but it did worked and with the support from some of my good friends (Cipango and Marius) I made my first steps into digital music. Actually I was thinking of starting a new band, but I didn’t find proper partners for it…
“An Untitled Track (Responsible Hate Anthem)” was one of my first “all alone” songs I put it together, it’s a little bit messy, but I still like it. Right after that I get into a project called the spoileD Jerks and I released a few quite exciting mix-tape-like tracks, actually two whole albums…
I wrote, performed and produced a few hundred of songs along the next few years… most of them remains on my hard-drive since…
“All the Best, from Bucharest!” released on 02 September 2010 was a collection of different songs from different periods and with different sounds. A kind of saying, I’m sorry guys, but I’m still alive.
The next move was “Chasing Shadows”, an album written on the fast-lane in less then a month…
It was a trip into jazz, trance and all sort of softer and harder electro music genres without any borders. One of my favorites is the quite noisy “Hardcore For Beginners”. I fuckin’ love this one and it’s make me proud of my self. 😀
“Faking the Tree” was my Christmas album. 😀 Fake trees… fake smiles. The Mona Lisa symptom. I take the title inspired – only mentally – by Peter Gabriel’s song “Shaking the Tree”, but having in mind also one Marilyn Manson line as well: “fake as the wedding cake”.
“Badtime Stories” was my collaboration with the band Oedip Piaf, not quite an album, but the traces of our every-weekend rehearsals together. An interesting experiment after all.
On my own again I wrote and recorded a few songs thinking of my son, David, so this was “The Ghost of the Absent Father”, an incursion into the more electronic side of the contemporary music.
Coming up next: “One Bullet Revolution [Deluxe Edition]”, but as well, some other projects still with the engines running… 🙂 Stay tune!
Well, just as I said: everybody singing, nobody really care:
Feels like I’m dancing, acting like a fool,
Let’s do some moonwalk, that should be cool.
Need a stupid hair cut, I should be gay,
Have a Jewish producer, it works that way.
Don’t need la, la, la, la, wear a crazy tie,
Singing only blah, blah, make them laugh or cry.
Need one charting single, steal some rhythm and rhymes,
Timing must be perfect, like the prime-time crimes.
Death on the dance floor!
(Death on the dance floor!)
I’m gonna make it, don’t matter how,
I’m gonna make it, don’t matter how!
