Robin Sukroso - “Goldmind“: An autobiographical exploration with ’ACPAD surface’

In “Goldmind” I share a personal journey and explore the features of the upcoming “ACPAD surface”, the descendant of ‘World’s First Wireless MIDI Controller for Acoustic Guitar’ that has profoundly influenced my life and musical evolution. We tried to blend MIDI-controlled light manipulation, projection mapping, and LED strips in a seamless one-shot video. It unfolds across 11 parts, fusioning technology and musical expression. The name “Goldmind” ist inspired by three words: “Goldbrunn,“ the name of the farm where I grew up; “Goldmund,“ the character from Hermann Hesse’s “Narziss und Goldmund“; and “Goldmine,“ the fusion of “mind“ and “mine”. Credits: Composition, lyrics, arrangement: Robin Sukroso Mixing: Jan Brauer Mastering: Kassian Troyer Camera, Editor: Jakob Klaff Lights, LED strips: David Egger Projection mapping: Henne Fritze ACPAD surface: Kay Sievers Robin Sukroso Special thanks to: Anton Hirl for location and support Marlene Hirl for extraordinary Schweinsbraten Kay Sievers for MIDI madness and co-creating “ACPAD surface“ Katya Barton for the “ooh-oh-oohs“ and life-changing inputs (re: me and track ) Leona Berlin for lyric- and vocal support Jakob Plutte for performance inputs Ivo Sloman for Synth sounds Tom Leitl for drafting sketch and technical support Rajani for ongoing support and constructive feedback Lyrics: verse I: here at my father’s farm i had tried to live and let die those parts that stay inside drained into the unknown dreams to be born oh oh how they want to be seen chorus I: fought too many fights for love ’til love became the fight still - those moments of bliss all that i wanted is here and ... verse II: ...now that i would reach out and give my all they say „shut up, you’re just stupid and f*cking annoying!“ while this child’s heart is racing silently drowned in the unknown dreams, they are gone oh how it slows one down rant: what the f*ck is happening with me - again i thought i put this chapter to an end but it seems true what i was told that i’m a dreamer, i’m f*cking stupid, that i’d go nowhere with my music i unlearned to express myself and i learned to impress and sell while i killed my father’s dream with mine, well yes for utopia and the divine. and after years of grinding all i see now is people fighting am i burned out, or am i just about to find out that i was this lonely, white, privileged, self-centered, whining cis man - everyone is talking about chorus II: fought too many fights for love ’til love became the fight still - those moments of bliss all that i wanted is here and now how, tell me how can i break the night, to see through the sky and recall all that i wanted is here and... coda: …now will we have peace of mind when the fights stop will we ever stop to fight where the mind goes oh will we ever find peace of mind where the mind goes