Propaganda 17 ch04
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SCOPE OUR OWN WORDS SCOPE _ OUR OWN WORDS... ________________________________________ ________________________ " The phone doesn't usually ring Sunday mornings... " ________________________ ________________________________________ from Newscopy S Sundays are probably the worst of days during the week. Indeed I hate them, with their grey, dull atmosphere triggering another week of work, efforts and exhaustion. God, I hate Sundays. Sunday, March 19th, 1995, was probably the worst of all Sundays I ever exper- ienced. It was one of them hazy morn- ings, where Saturday night made itself reminded, with an aching head and dry mouth. I was situated in bed, my body neatly wrapped in the thick blanket, my pillow covering my head trying to avoid light to strike my sensetive eyes. The phone doesn't usually ring Sunday mornings at my place, apart from SOLAR waking me up before he heads for work, catching up with the latest, but this morning, SOLAR didn't call. By 11 o' clock sharp, the phone rang, and out of my diziniess I was reluctant to pick up the phone in the first place, but somehow I managed to. "Hello..", uttered MOTLEY on the other side of the phone, and my first thought was "oh no, do not wake me up for some- thing about releases on a sunday morn- ing", but quickly I realized the call had a much more dark concept. Time seized to exist for a second or two, and what MOTLEY stuttered out from the other side of the line was unreal, nothing I could grab firmly. I was totally startled, could barely speak, and hung up the receiver to gain strength before calling the rest of our friends to spread the terrible news; Scope, our dear Mathias Vinsa had died in the Stockholm underground 6 hours earlier. _______________________ " Me, Motley, Jucke Walker and GoT. But no Scope. " _______________________ The first few days were the worts ones. Gone were the calls from Mathias, where he'd call me asking for all the latest news, while we'd find each other talking about everything but the news. A couple of times a week, we'd be sitting there laughing along talking memories, but also the future. Now there was just plain emptiness, a solid silence and there we were with a million questions. Nothing like this could really be hap- pening. Mathias, who I'd known for such a long time was no longer with us, which was probably the worst part to accept. The digital family we had dev- eloped had lost a member. ME, MOTLEY, JUCKE, WALKER and GoT. But no SCOPE. That took time to work on. And thank God we had our family, with its strong ties to each other. You know, it's like what people talk about, when they talk about teamwork; It's all about chemistry how the people function together, and from what the 6 of had had the past 4 years, was chemistry at the best of levels. It made us what we were, what we are and will always be. ______________________________________ When I first ran into Mathias some years back, me and JUCKE were looking for a talented artist, and from there it was not a hard decision to make. Mathias was a small little guy, who didn't make much noise back then. Not that he was the silent type, once you got to know him, it just took time for him to open him- self for new people. At that point it didn't matter much, because we all early felt we belonged together. And there were many jolly years to come to prove that. I lived in Gothenburg, while Mathias lived in Stockholm. Through the dist- ance, we couldn't meet every weekend, but well enough saw to it that all of us met 4 or 5 times a year. What sur- prised me, was that every time we met, Mathias always grew as a person. He proved abilities and characteristics I never thought he had. He'd startle me with his knowledge and way around things. And jolly spectacles. All very harmless, but always very funny. ___________________________ " ..Mathias fell asleep attempting to take a leek. " ___________________________ Like when going to Denmark, where we'd all be sitting in the bar on the ferry, making a terrible noise. All of us, except Mathias who had spotted a girl, the young type, at the other side of the bar. Before any of us knew better Mathias had jumped out of his chair and invited her to dance, and there he was at the dance floor performing what TRANZIIE refered to as a 'minor Travolta on stage', and indeed he was. All of us were cheering at them, and with them all alone on the floor, it was even a more delicate task to em- barrass them for the crowds of sitting people. Unfortunately the two of them never really happened, Kajsa living in Gothenburg and Mathias in Stock- holm. If only she'd know what a jolly fart she never had! But the shy Mathias startles us, and that's a good enough reason to remember it! Or at RAJRAJ, the notorious meeting in Stockholm, where Mathias fell asleep while attempting to take a leek. 2 hours later, I found him sleeping, half stand- ing, half sitting, forehead pushed to- wards the floor, his hands frozen over the zipper, exactly the same way he'd had them before diziness struck him. At the G*P SummerConference, we shared laughs collecting bottles in Gothenburg to afford food for the day. As foolish as we had been, none of our money had been spent on food so the last few days were rather starving. This is Mathias for me, the one I have in mind, with smiles and nothing but smiles. ______________________________ " ...The sick bastards should have gained some bloody 3 Swedish crowns which equals about 5O Cents.. " ______________________________ A question, that sounds like a cliche, but still not isn't has struck me late- ly; Why? Why Mathias? Still I do not have any answers, and I believe not many have, if any. Mathias was just so young, with his 2O years. All that it took was the inch of a second and he was gone for eternity from our sur- face. Ceased to exist. That was hard to cope with, and I didn't actually accept the mere fact until I attended the funeral a few weeks back. The police have their theories of the story, but all we can do is hope he didn't have to suffer that very cold, dark night in March. The autopsy re- veals signs of human violence before the train ran over him. And much of the small evidence that can be gathered around the case speaks of a robbery, where the sick bastards should have gained some bloody 3 Swedish Crowns, which equals about 5O Cents. Now go tell me this world isn't sick. By golly, it is. And the sicker it gets, knowing the dirty pricks responsible most def- inately never will be caught. ______________________________________ Not long ago, we attended Holland, and a vivid party that we had looked forward to for a long time. It would have been the most natural thing for us to have Mathias along with us, but he wasn't. Numerous are the occassions during the trip when I'd find myself looking around for Mathias blond hair, just to cheer along in the world of beer. Sitting at the ferry, at the party and in Amsterdam, I'd find myself seeking Mathias aproval with a "isn't that right, Scopie?" during a conversation only to quickly pull back with "keep that in - Scopie is not here". I had to remind myself, and so did a lot of us on that trip. Somebody said that time heals, and I believe that is true. But it will be long until the shades of that dark night fade, and only the good memories rise to the occassion. The funeral was a good start, and through my sobs it was truly delightful to get the chance to say goodbye to Mathias for real, once and for all. That day, there were so many of us there. Family, relatives and friends who shared the same sorrow and grief. But we all shared that everlasting picture of Mathias at the very top of his life, knowing how much he loved it. And though he only got 2O years, we know this; they were all good ones. And though I only had the chance to know him during the latter part of them, Mathias is always with me. Again and again, I find myself going through memories of Mathias. All the insane parties in Denmark, all the private meetings and celebrations. I was positive that the memories was all I had from the poor fellow, and it was in my task to maintain them whereever I went. But truth is, I don't have to. I know Mathias will live in my heart for as long as I live. I'll carry him with me, at all times. When I'm 55, he'll still be 2O, young and passionate, with his broad smile over his face. That's the fine part of it, I guess. And I'm never letting that fact go. Mathias, I will remember you for as longs as I live. We will meet again. NEWSCOPY __________________________ from Walker _ MATHIAS MATHIAS, I sure miss you mate. Delivered by the gods, Taken by the hands of fate. ___________________________ This is the only text i wished i never had to write. Mathias, also known as SCOPE is dead. The truth is that i don't belive it yet. But it is true. FIRST TIME I MEET MATTE WAS AT THE HZ- PARTY'1990. I WAS WALKING AROUND THE PARTYPLACE WHEN I WALKED INTO A ROOM MARKED 'WARRANT'. THERE HE WAS WITH HIS FRIEND LAGGE, ALSO KNOWN AS WHITELION. ________________________________________ ________________________________________ Then i was in the same group as him... And we really had aa jolly good time at those weird meetings as WL and Bluez' places. After a couple of years we ended up at the Party-93. Me,Scope & Motley were drinking alot and had lots of fun!! Suddenly, after a couple of months we were in the same group, GENESIS*PROJECT. Then, a sunday morning a couple of weeks ago, i got to know it: Mathias is dead. I MISS HIM ...I MISS HIM... /Jonas. ________________________________________ ________ _______ from God Of Thunder _ F First, Regards to the Vinsa Family. D Death can sometimes hit our lives fast, and by that make us face the truth, that nothing is forever. When it comes to Scope, I wish it could be. Scope was not someone I could call my best friend, but the times I meet him and spoke on the phone with him he gave me a reflexion of being both a friend and someone you could trust, and he sure was. We shared much in music taste and without him I would never had started painting on this machine again. simply, he was one hell of a guy. That's why life can be so un- fiar. Scope had so much left to give, scenewize as one of the most talented artists ever, and in real life as the happy and positive guy he was. I will always remeber him with a smile. Rest in peace Mathias. /Tobias ________________________ from Tranziie _ D Dear Mathias, I will remember you my friend, as the one i always could get the truth from, the one that i could trust. During the years we've known eachother, you did never let me down. Your smile that swept across your face when we met is something i will miss. The cheerful voice of yours is something that is stuck in my mind and so it will remain! You, not beeing selfish in any way, nor beeing the one that cared about the scene that very much. Just doing what you enjoyed. You were not really the one that cared about your position in those dumb charts, just steadily shocking me with your graphics. With our common apetite for music and fun, we seldom got bored when we met up for concerts or other events. It was more like the opposite, we just didn't want to waste the opportunity to enjoy the atmosphere, to cease the day. Now, sitting here with nothing but the best of memories from you, i let my tears roll down my face..You will always have a special place in my heart. /Peter ________________________________________ THE MISSING from Motley ________________________________________ It's quite hard to write this at this very moment. Tomorrow we're going to put Scope's ashes to the cemetary. The feelings are almost paradoxal, speaking of the real Funeral that was arranged some time ago. Anyhow, I would like to tell you all little bit about Scope = Mathias Vinsa. First of all, He was my Truely BEST FRIEND. Weirdly enuff he was the most non-violent guy I've ever met in my whole life. I never had a fight with him. He was almost like a brother for me and a Great friend. The way I met him was sort of extra ordinary. I called his Big Brothers BBS called "ATTRACTION". Suddenly someone takes me to a chat mode. Ofcoz I thought it was his brother Shark/Censor, but no. This person tells me that he is Shark's little brother who is currently living in Switzerland as his step-dad was working for the Swedish Embassy. Anyhow, we keep "talking" through the computers, time goes by, suddenly we notice that we've been talking about 6 hours or so and it's getting quite light outside. So, Mathias tells me that he will be leaving soon back to Switzerland, so we decide to meet just before he leaves. And we did, after that we kept swaapping little now and then. We joined the same group, met again when he was in Sweden on Vacation on the X-mas. I started calling him little now and then DIRECTLY from my home. Time went by, then one day he calls me and tells me that he has moved back to Sweden. And as I heard that I directly asked him "Wanna join my group? DeathSector". And he said "ehmm.. yeah, sure"... And it clicked. A new stronger ground was built under us. I started to visit him, learn to know his family. The friendship grow to a more steady form. And Suddenly it hit me, that he was my truely best friend. A friend I could trust with Everything. Scope's graphical talent's weren't that awesome in the beginning. But he got more skills when years went by. We joined other groups, many times ending together in the same group. I introduced Interlaced FLI (FunPaint) to him. First he was little sceptical, but he seemed to continue experimenting with it. It ended up that he was using it all the time. Well 99% of the time. Did a lot of pictures. Then we started to wonder what we should do with 'em as they were so huge. Newscopy came up with the idea to use 'em in Propaganda as a New Picture to each episode, and it was Called PROPAGRAPH. We used only little amount of his pictures in the Propaganda as it didn't come out that often. So there are some amount of Pictures that are not released, but are to be released in the Future, in Propagraph's and in a GRAFIX COLLECTION that Scope wanted us to release. We started making it, but it still haven't seen the light of this day. But soon will for sure. To Salute our very good friend and also make his will go true. His "departure" is very hard for me to accept as it is to his family. But it's a clear fact and has to be accepted in one of these days. We had alot of great times going out to parties, or just simple staying aat home doing stuff with computers. He gave me so much, But in the end , took away so much and left a huge empty hole to our hearts. With a tear in my I miss him and remember all our great moments we had. I'm so greatfull that I had the chance to know such a good person. And so Sorry that he had to be taken away from us so early. The Question of "WHY?" circulates in our minds so often, thou without an answer. As they say, "only the good die young". The Propagraph Picture of this issue contains that last Pictures Mathias was drawing 12 hours before his sudden accidental death. This issue of PROPAGANDA is dedicated to the Memory of MATHIAS VINSA and to his FAMILY, those who so much mean for me. JUCKE/EX-GENESIS*PROJECT ------------------------ It is fascinating what kind of memories remain in my mind, after all those years being a groupmate to Scope. The really clear memories of Scope are not the important happenings, but small funny personal experiences we had together. As i figure Scope will be reading what i am writing in a way or another, i'd rather not write sad things. Scope was a happy guy, and i'm sure he'd be alot more pleased if i went on like i always do. I spoke to Scope's big-brother, and he was very positive about my attitude towards the tragic loss. I will try to remain the happy spirit of Mathias, and the atmosphere he was surrounded by. BEHIND THE SCENES AT THE "TCC'93" --------------------------------- The entire swedish section was present, and LA Style from Germany was also there. The active remains of the G*P Family was at its peak, and we were so damn cocky. As a tradition, we in G*P always left the parties in order to go out and eat together. If everyone had money enough, we went to some pretty nice restaurant, where we stayed for hours, basically just being together, talking about everything from the scene to stories from our real lives. As our image was considered very important towards the rest, we were never drunk on parties by that time. (cont) However, when we sat there, Scope suddenly said: But hey', we've never been really drunk together" All of us stopped talking, just thinking of the embarrassing fact. We had probably done everything apart from that forgotten detail. Said and done. As it was a saturday, and Sweden is a country that sucks concerning alcohol-politics, it was impossible to get ahold of anything to drink, and besides, it was ofcourse strictly forbidden inside the party- place. LA Style had some beers in his car, which we shared, but we wanted more. When getting back to the party we tried to find a way to get more to drink and someone (i think it was motley) said: Hey Scope! Your brother is in Censor... Why not go and ask him. They ALWAYS have booze, haha... Scope dissapeared, and came back with a bottle of something that looked like whiskey. He got it from Psycho, and when Scope had asked Psycho what kind of stuff it was, he had just replied: -Hey, its booze man, drink it!" I opened the bottle, and it smelled weird, but still okay. There were party-arrangers running around everywhere, so we tried to find a calm place where we could mix the booze with some soda or anything, and as Scope seemed pretty nervous about the arrangers seeing us, i had to do it. When finished, i took a zip, just to try it out, and i almost puked! This was the worst shit ive ever been drinking! Scope tried it and agreed, making weird faces. He coughed, and then said: -"JUCKE, WHATEVER YOU DO, NEVER EVER BUY CENSOR- BOOZE AGAIN..... I guess this really was nothing interesting, but it still is one of those memories that will always stay within me.. Before i end, i'd like to share my warmest feelings towards Scope's wonderful family. Especially his big brother, Shark/Censor who i'd like to share the big sorrow with, and his warm-hearted mother who always made me feel welcome when i was visiting him. I wish you the best, and i'd like to thank you for being there for Mathias when he needed you, making his last months in life happy, cause he must have been happy, having a family like you.. I never got the chance to say goodbye to my dear friend, and if i would have got the opportunity, i'd really tell him how much i liked him and how much i miss him today. -Fear not Mathias, even if you're not with us physically, your spirit will Always be with us. We cannot see you, but we can feel you're there.. One day we will all re-gather, and have a good time, just like we always used to... YOUR FRIEND JUCKE YOUR FRIEND, JUCKE. a good time, just like we always used to... YOUR FRIEND JUCKE YOUR FRIEND, JUCKE.