These five cartoons were drawn for the Danish composers’ association DJBFA almost 20 years ago - I was producing a new cartoon every month for their member magazine. Looking back, they feel strangely prophetic: If you read my earlier post you know about my visions Back then the idea of talking to the phone was launched and kinda SCIFI - Nobody had an idea what was comming - I was just joking here! In humor and music - its always a good trick to build up ekspectations - pause - and then serve the punchline! Stupification........ Its kinda surreal for me to find this kind of advertisement today ( below) look how similar the vibe and the langauge of this FB add is : I’ve got a Facebook page for my cartoons—both published strips and lots from the drawer. Follow here: Fidus Artwork on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/FidusArtwork/

From the beginning, I’ve had to choose: do I chase a “career,” or do I follow the music itself? Since founding my first band Music Spoken Here in 1989, I have always chosen the music. It has cost me. It has also saved me. And in the long arc, it’s given me more than any short-term success possibly could. 1989 Copenhagen: A Living Scene Back then, Copenhagen was buzzing. Clubs, cafés and small venues hosted live music every night. On the encouragement of the Danish guitarist Mikkel Nordsø, + recommandations from my mentor the legenday Palle Mikkelborg ( Miles Davis "AURA") - I started my quartet Music Spoken Here—and there was actually a market for creative music. Promoters paid, people showed up, and as a composer I even received KODA royalties. When I entered the Rhythmic Music Conservatory in 1990, the future looked golden. The band was popular, and I had a reputation as a strong booker. 1989. Music Spoken Here—my first laboratory. Listen to my debut album here Listening Music, Not D

It’s 2025, and the guitar is more popular than ever. Industry stats are through the roof. Vintage models are traded for the price of small houses; celebrity guitars live encased behind glass like religious artifacts. Millions of people buy guitars every year, hoping, dreaming, longing. But what are we really buying—a piece of wood and wire? A ticket to magic? Or just another excuse to avoid what we truly seek? A fine example is the relic guitars - produced to look like they had a life, I can only think about clothes produced in the same way: with holes in them so it looks like they are used, worn. Its all an illusion, a look. Would you buy a relic appartment?, a relic kitchen? Or pay extra for a pre-scrathed car? For me, a guitar is a tool. An ordinary thing, like a hammer. Hammers, though, don’t get worshipped, collected, and displayed except by the most eccentric among us. So what exactly are we doing, piling up guitars far beyond our productive needs? Building museums, shrines, or p

My journey from lonely childhood to realizing music is the medicine of life. From brutal honesty with my Guru to the full-circle experience of seeing my son on stage, A story about presence, healing, and the real magic of sound.

Can rhythm and music truly heal the mind and body? In this post, I share personal experiences, scientific research, and ancient Indian wisdom about the real power of music—and how you can experience it too.