Storytime: The boy without a smile

Hello there world!

Today I ventured into the huge library in my castle and found an old tale, passed around for generations, that I wanted to share with you!!

Hopefully you will like it!

“The boy without a smile.”

Once upon a time, in a Kingdom with an abundance of Potassium, there lived a boy without a smile.

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One room, All that Jazz: The horrendous dewldedawdles

Oh, I forgot to throw the drawings I did for this cover up, not that anyone has been specifically waiting for those, but it could be cool reference to look back to provided I do improve a little over time of course /sweats/ if not it’s a good indicator to remind myself I can at least doodle something else than a potato from time to time! ;’)

Since my video editing software is literally an outdated version of Imovie, of which I don’t know how it properly works, I had to redraw a whole lot to get it to work a little. But it was fun nonetheless!!

Here we go:


New work: ワンルーム・オール・ザット・ジャズ/One Room, All that Jazz!!

YAaoo, it has been quite awhile again!! How are you all holding up over there?
School has started again and whilst that isn’t the most fun news for everyone, it’s a great time to get yourself back into a schedule for normal human beings!!
Zombie-mode is fun for awhile, but terrible on your health and mood… take care people!

That being said…

!!I have uploaded a solo-cover!!

Took me 4 months to sort myself out, but here we are!!
This time I sang an older song by producer Dateken called “One room, All that Jazz.”

This song holds quite some meaning which we will get to!! STORY TIME: I was actually completely down in the dumps this friday. Very under the weather. I didn’t feel that great and decided to do a livestream to get myself sorted and express whatever I was dealing with. It ended up inspiring me to do better and to rediscover why I am even doing all these cover-like things. If you don’t have a higher-meaning or some kind of goal for things that require some effort, it gets old pretty fast…

During this livestream we talked about many topics involving school, life and whatnot. It made me think about a why I didn’t enjoy uploading anymore.

Summarised, I felt that what I did lacked meaning. I wasn’t adequate enough and didn’t like where the community was heading…

I sorted things out though, I revisted old stuff and found my motivation again! The reason I’m doing this is mainly for myself but ALSO for you. Now, sentimental flattery aside, remember when I talked about a “higher meaning” in the above paragraph? I won’t say that what I upload will change anyone’s lives or gets you Jesus’autograph, BUT some people genuinely enjoy what I do?? I know, it’s crazy!!

When I receive comments I keep being in awe about the idea that someone in an entirely different part of the WORLD has been watching my stuff and felt good doing so. If that’s the kind of effect I can have on people then there IS a meaning to what I do!! If I inspire even ONE person to try something creative themselves or cheer even ONE person up then that’s a feat I can be very proud of. I know people like to stress “do this and that for yourself,” which is true. First and foremost, do it for YOU. But I believe REAL fulfilment comes from doing things you can share and that have an effect on the people you share them with.

Over the years I have received tons of suppor time and time again. People telling me my videos and tweets gave them the courage to try out new things, and whenever I think of that I feel like I’m doing something pretty cool!!

“One room, All that Jazz” represents the fun side of creating. We’re here firstly to enjoy ourselves. This is our time and our space. We do stuff and have fun with it and it might not be perfect from the get-go, but that’s not what it’s about. Having goals and ambitions is important, but it is also important to take things a step at a time and create a space for yourself to breath and enjoy things.

Therefore I did a few things I’m normally a little shy about. I tried to make a fun video with the little means I have (Imovie and a paint-like program) and tried to add a little story to my upload for fun!! Those are things I used to do in bulk back when I first started (kagarirulezz, anyone?) and didn’t have a concept of what is really ‘good’ or ‘bad’ stuff. I just did what sounded right and fun to me. Over the years I have been confronted with people much more talented than myself and felt inadequate and oftentimes envious. Not a pretty emotion, but not completely ‘bad’ either. Use that envy, sense of competiveness and wish to improve to practice and get better!! No need to paralyse yourself over things that need time and exploring!! I’m sh*t at Jazz, but I won’t get any better holding it off because people might say “Your singing doesn’t suit jazz…” well then I’ll damn well sing SO MUCH JAZZ until it DOES suit jazz!!

Anyways, let’s wrap this post up with my personal translations of the song and the upload!! Don’t forget to share, like, comment, all those youtubey things if you enjoyed it, those really lift me up all the way over here in Belgium, just as I hope that my little projects lift you up!!

Now, without further ado, “One room, All that Jazz.【@アンバ】”:



Starting this showtime on my own

A partition just to please myself

This moment is something no one can walk into

A piece of time just for myself


There is no director in sight,

a session to my own liking

I won’t allow intrusion

Everything is all up to me


A worn out keyboard

a hot cup of coffee

My machine in top gear

I don’t need nothing more than this


Collect, connect, and deck

out this space with nothing but my favourite things

Tonight, from this tiny room over here

I will present to you

“One room, all that jazz!”


Midnight has sprung to life

A post-approved type of passion

The adlibs in that space

come to my mind quite naturally


A self explanatory section

that has started to spin and race

no time to take a break

we can always edit another time


An over-used keyword

Lyrics that lack cool vocabulary

Vocals that go off time and pitch

There is no need for pride!


All the off parts are just off about me

Take some of this, some of that, put them together and see

Tie a pretty ribon around it, everything makes sense

Tonight, I will be presenting to you

“One room, all that jazz!”


A worn out keyboard

a hot cup of coffee

My machine is buzzing faster than ever

There is nothing more I need


Collect, connect, and deck

out this space with nothing but my favourite things

Tonight, from this tiny room over here

I will present to you


All the off parts are just off about me

Take some of this, some of that, put them together and see

Tie a pretty ribon, now it all makes sense

Tonight, all the way to you,

Faster than anyone else,

So proud to present to you:


“One room, all that jazz!”


I fell in love in Italy

I fell in love in Italy, for a split second
I fell in love with a girl on a bike.
Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that
I fell in love with a girl and her bike.
Maybe if she were to get off to greet me,
I would fall out of love before realising, I was ever in love at all
This probably means I didn't fall from a great distance,
it was so quick it had no time to resonate, I did not feel any pain, 
no heart wrenching dismay, no pages worth a novel.
She passed me like a gentle breeze, 
as I looked up from my propped up knees
waking me from my musings, albeit somewhat confusing, knew I had fallen, 
nigh missed the sensation

Nonetheless, a small part of myself is now
trudging uphill somewhere,
in Bassano Italy, manoeuvring themselves through cramped streets
to go home (?)

Pretty thing and her bike, they'll never know
what I lost to them, like a reverse robbery, both parties victims of this 
accidental crime
Maybe I'll forget, about my piece of heart by tomorrow
I wonder if that would be considered tragic

Unsupervised tree,

Cat in a box


I concluded that, this is perhaps how humans slowly
find themselves in debt with life
We fall small distances, commit accidental crimes; ever so often 
we lose some heart.
Until the pay is too high and we run out of breath, 
chasing bikes and fluttering hair in daydreams

I somehow like to think of dying that way
A lifetime of unconscious, generous loving,
Until there is no more love to give away

Ready for something else creative?: “Ay KurAnba”

And now for something slightly less singing related…
Kura and I have started a weekly webcomic series that comes out every saturday and can be followed here:

=> https://twitter.com/Ay_KurAnba

■Art: @Kuraiinu
■Story: @Anba_LenU2B

The series is called “Ay KurAnba” and is basically about the adventures 2D Anba and Kura get themselves into as they try to live their lives as respectable breathing organisms. It’s a harsh world out there, let’s hope our two heroes don’t get into too much trouble…

The series is meant to be read in a laid back manner to spice up your saturdays!! Nothing too crazy for now.
In between we might be posting other Ay KurAnba related stuff as well so don’t get surprised when our account randomly gets active!
We’ve also provided a hashtag #AyKurAnba to keep things a little organised.

Hope you’ll enjoy it!!!