How it all bagan…

It all began in 1996 when two hairy little trolls, Daniel and Tomas, tried in vain to assert themselves in the social game extravaganza known as high school.  Tomas didn’t own a computer and was therefore – according to contemporary standards – nothing, an unreliable rascal lacking wit and wisdom. This fact was of course abused when it came to installing various music software, like FastTracker 2, on the school’s library computers. When the computer manager Kurt, also known as “data-Kurt”, got wind of the atrocities committed against the school’s “IT-Center” Tomas found himself the person who had to answer for this, despite him not knowing what he had done. The brain behind the coup was not entirely unexpected: the notorious and legendary Daniel who at the time had begun over 650 songs of which three pieces were nearing completion.

Tomas, normally a weak-minded person with an appreciation for rhythms and a knack for harmonies, really just had one wish; to be a member of Daniel’s demo scene group. This was of course inconceivable as he did not even own a computer. Bitter as this may seem, the story had a happy ending.

After the two pale fat nerds in 1999 went separate ways after graduating Daniel thought: “Nice, now maybe I can spend more time on my music projects that have been hibernating in nuclear winter these last three years because of Tomas’ constant questions and nagging about software drivers that never existed.” “Too bad,” thought Tomas, but then he thought some more; “I have his address.” It only took Tomas a modest four years to conceive this thought. In 2003 there was a knock on Daniel’s door. Terrified, Daniel opened the door and realized – much to his chagrin – that he had forgotten to move to a remote hut in the Himalayas. There he stood, this persistent sore of a man, who had sprouted an impressive set of pimples during the 4 years that had passed. Daniel used to own the copyright for pimples, but this had apparently expired. “Hi” Tomas said. “Hi” replied Daniel. “Should we start a band?” said Tomas, “I can sing.”


This claim proved to be a lie of dignity, but it was now too late, the ball had been set in motion, and songs like “Plastic Dudes” and “Raise your little hand” saw, much to Daniel’s dismay, the light of day. The band’s success was a fact, not in terms of sales, because the songs only existed on the borrowed studio computer. Then, without warning, the two brain cells in Tomas’ skull – which he declared war on a long time ago – waved a white flag of peace and Tomas’ lips formed the words “music video”. Of course, all great artists have music videos.

Knowing the fact that Tomas still played with Legos all day, Daniel ordered him to make an animated Lego music video that would strike a chord in the nostalgic center of the listener’s brain. Eight months later, or to be more precise 1,500 hours, the video was finished. 8-bit trip was its name, and it was posted on Youtube. After a week a very tenacious person seemed to have watched it two million times. This was something Tomas couldn’t figure out; there are only four persons who had access to the Internet in their village Vånga. Daniel then explained with the help of YouTube’s statistical tools that the whole world had access to this video and it had spread like wildfire.

Tomas broke out in a nosebleed and stammeringly exclaimed; “So this means that you can see the video in Stockholm, where the record companies are?”. Daniel says with some irony; “Yes, why don’t you call Warner/Chappell, then all our dreams will come true.” Tomas, who is too stupid to understand irony, rang at once. When Daniel came back with a glass of low-fat milk, Tomas had already made an appointment with the heavy hitters in the capital. “Strange” thought Daniel, “Tomas doesn’t know the city code for Stockholm, had he learned irony after all?” No, Tomas had not learned irony, and apparently they hadn’t in Stockholm either…

You have now read the long version of our lives and here comes a short summary of the future. We have collected 72 pianos which we’ve hidden in a previously empty barn. Our plan is to smash them with a giant catapult which is going to throw the pianos 300 feet into stuff like trees, houses, cars and whatever is hard and heavy enough to promptly transform the pianos into firewood. This will be recorded with a high speed camera so you can see how beautiful it is when a piece of art slowly transforms to completely chaos.