Today is the 5th birthday of cyan
kid's myspace (
means cyan kids birthday. 4 albums have been made in those
years (2 of them with friends Terror Bird and Allie) and I wanna
use the occasion to separate from my cyanese twin and
finish the project by releasing another 4 on this present
Among other they include the
original material from the 2 mixes released on YouTube and Mixcloud
last year. Possible future sounds will probably not be released
under that name.
They are available from today on
the new Cyan Kid Bandcamp site that also features all previous
releases, and eBay (see "RTN049 Cyan Kid Bandana" below):
I wanna send out my love to
everyone who has ever been involved in the Ramin Ton collective and
am looking forward to the release of both Allie's and Oh Ne's new
album. Special thanks to my boys Loki who helped with archive
recordings needed for the project, and Omar who I couldnt have done
this without and who provides the following beautiful introducing
text for today's releases:
What would music be without keratin or would u die for love
by Stine Omar Midtsæter
I sip sour white wine as i wait for midnite. 7 used snuses on
a plate where my dinner sat. augustines mjau for he hasnt seen him
for 2 days. will he as cat understand that his lovers body is a
tool for making the music of cyan kid? he lies with paws on snake
longing for the tan hand currently being unfaithful at ableton
max boss, the body where the cyan
kid settled 5 years ago, is working on a bomb. installed in the
headquarters with wild growing facial hair and living on leftover
christmas candy and vitamin pills only, blue and yellow, one in the
morning one in the night. u would be surprised how fit and tan,
considering he doesnt go outside and he eats no vegetables. he does
have his daily espresso tho and for this he walks out into the
backyard and up 4 stairs to the friendly freak of a neighbor osman
eriksson and the roommates augustine and stine. osman makes the
finest espresso and sometimes theres even some left over-lunch for
lately osman has had a little
worried look on his face seeing maxes growing facial and skinny
bones, but he doesnt mention it as he respects the way of the
struggling artist. and as soon as max is opening up about the
coming of techno, osman is assured of the importance of the growing
beard. the music must own time till deadline.
i think about music journalism.
no i don't but I'm looking at this cool magazine lying here about
girls on drums maybe wishing i could write an actual album release
text, all-nerd, throw off-term, but I'm just a heart right now
dropping some lines about the max boss based phenomena cyan kid, an
always-surprising never-boring heart-breaking breath-taking
booty-shaking pop-chameleon. and my love for the base of it.
augustine has a big crush on max.
it started for real when he gave him a hickey the other day, it may
have been an accident but in the heat of the moment playing with
the snake, a gift max brought, his little claws ripped maxes neck
open. augustine finds this incredible sexy and motivating. he will
sit down watching max drink the coffee and chew the food focusing
on his steady jaws and neverending tan surrounding this hickey.
when coffees done augustine will mjau until max will play with the
snake and when max leaves he will weep and try share his confusion
wit osman or stine but they be to lazy, to boring, stine at the
computer, osman at the soft spot.
an xl pizza to regain strenght.
the bass, the tapes, the analog box, the singer, the songwriter,
the techno, the kid, the end, the principles, the concepts, the
power eso, the new rooms, the silence, the loggia, the
i have seen shadows in the
hallways, a shadow only driven by needs to pee or cups of tea. tho
what it cannot escape is our midnite. the holy nightcap is
respected and evermore appreciated in tight times. my mattress
holds the liquor. nowadays the berliner luft peppermint, no fridge
lukewarm in little turkish cups under the brutal light of the lone
so we meet. we talk about going
to a turkish barber after the release. the razor will not handle
this growth. we talk about how this naturally will be followed by
the kumpir potato fucker and champagne in styrofoam. thursday has
picked a good celebration or celebration has picked a good day for
how we would be having silent
parties in the night next door, not keeping it down for he would
not be bothered thru headphones anyways but silent parties itunes
shuffle out of built-in speakers at mattress, only half present for
the better ear to be possibly so lucky to hear something, a promise
of what to come, of what to be recently added in our itunes in a
week, in 4 days, tomorrow. this kid this forever best friend
sitting tight next door working on something that i take for
granted will have huge impact in my daily routines which is already
so much him, but u know, something at my ipod when he doesnt wanna
follow to the store or in my walks around the park.
there will be cup-noodles, yumyum
curry. i am told how the facial hair is driving him crazy.
sometimes its hard to tell if the current craze is a good or a bad
one. im guessing as long as u get ur stuff done its good enough.
how the brown eyes focuses, how the headset fits the head around
the unshaven face. how the noodle soup breaks get shorter and
shorter, more and more efficient. but he will never eat and work at
the same time, these things are naturally separated. and how i love
his logics that makes so much sense when i see it in his
perspective tho they never apply to me. light must be visible at
the end of this tunnel for he took his time tonite, even a snus.
fatlipped we were silently speaking of thursday
this is starting to look like a
teaser for the auto-biography SHOWER OF AN ORCHID - THE
UNAUTHORIZED AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MAX BOSS that will come out some day.
its not. these are words on cyan kid and life among it. These are
words of love and affection. These are stories of northbound hearts
and hair-growth. This is a compliment to the bomb.
as it is now, i am stine,
roommate of osman and augustine. we live on the 4th floor in the
vorder hause max lives on the 1st floor of the hinterhause. i go
down for the midnitecap. down the flowerpainted staircase, painted
by the kunstler im hause. snow is falling on the ground between our
buidings. tonite so fresh i was the first to put traces. a silent
backyard towards a door neverlocked. we finished of the peppermint.
light must be visible at the end of this tunnel for he took his
time tonite, even a snus. fatlipped we were silently speaking of
its mixing day. i can tell by the
way he has to sit straight. i stay horizontal. i need no more than
to observe this in the making and the promise of tomorrows parties
and the privilege of being right here and free downloads to
farewell kiddo, and thank u for
RTN049: Cyan Kid: Bandana
This album will only be available
through eBay as a stream in the auction of the bass guitar the
album was made with. After the end of the auction it will be
released to Bandcamp, iTunes etc