This is the official home of Marlon Cairenius and for over two decades the internet served as a creative outlet for the Musical Endeavors Of Marlon Cairenius. The music including many of the albums on this site came to Marlon while he was sitting in front of his computer with Windows Notepad open. His fingers ready at the keyboard fully prepared to write about anything his imagination could conceive, which could be anything.
My passion for song writing and music production began in March of 1994 when I saw a Korg Wavestation being pulled out of a Station Wagon. When I heard how it sounded I was bewildered and in awe. Unfortunately I never really had the opportunity to use that Korg or anything else by Korg in my early recordings. The keyboards I did use mostly in those days were Casio, Realistic and later Yamaha. In the early 1990’s these could be found easily in Electronic stores like. Not that it matters because in those early days I didn’t buy any of them, they where mostly Christmas presents. I must confess that although I found them intriguing, I really didn’t have any use for them until I found out what they could do and how I could utilize them to record my own music. This was just the beginning of a passion that I would carry with me for the rest of my life.
– Marlon Cairenius
Marlon and I officially met on a Brampton bus back in 1993. I say officially because we knew of each other but up until that very moment on the bus we never really had a conversation. While we were on that bus packed like Sardines I noticed a group of guys around Marlon. I notice one guy in particular because he had a huge smile on his face while he was asking Marlon questions. I remember thinking his smile reminded me of the Grinch and I could tell that those questions were making Marlon very uncomfortable.
I interrupted the conversation and changed the subject to music by asking everyone what they liked to listen to. Shortly after, Marlon wanted to know what I was listening to on my Walkman. I started to laugh and told him I was listening to myself. Marlon looked kind of puzzled and said “Yourself?” I said yes and asked him if he would like to listen to it? He gave me a nod and I put my headphones on his head.