23Jun2017

Grieftings dears,

Hope this finds ya well if you’re still following along. I decided to do a different format, after not being able to sit down and write one up last time I thought of a new way to go about executing blog updates in a way I don’t have to spend 5 hours writing them. Before I’d take notes and write them up later, now I’m just gonna show pictures of my notes, or random unskilled doodles, things that rarely reflect stuff I’m listening to, though, sometimes. Sometimes; the track titles will be used as starting points for stream of conscious garbage that goes through my head, sometimes I spend 10 minutes of an album writing stuff down and then it sucks me away, sometimes i drift away regardless of what’s playing, sometimes I am locked in and think a lot more and write more, there are many things going on. I reiterate that if I am posting art here it’s because I’m deriving some form of solace from it, it resonates with me in some way (if others find stuff they like through this blog great, if you hate me, great). Enjoy. ❤ ❤ ❤

It feels good to not be in an institution. Can you imagine? Spending time with, or talking with friends, having solitude, reading, listening to the things that give me catharsis, being on lots of medications, living in a home with writers and teachers, having my music in alphabetical order, and the feeling that collectively these things have given me a relatively pleasant few weeks. I need to be able to get lost in space, in my mind, often, and I always hope that I’ll stay there when I get there. Coming back isn’t so bad right now. It’s not supposed to make sense. It feels good to spend time with people I care deeply about. Imagine that.

 


Rick Weaver The Secular Arm Hausu Mountain HAUSMO 56, tape, 2017


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Seth Cooke & Bruno Duplant Cloudbuster Lurker Bias LB_072, tape, 2017



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Discretion The Scrubbing Hole Okto Media OKTOo21, Tape, 2011


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Illusion of Safety Bad Karma Soleilmoon Recordings SOL 51 CD, 1998


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Dathon Wandering Planet Lurker Bias LB_074, tape; 2017


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Bastard Noise Recycled Tape RRRecords, 2000


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Ploughshare Draped In Blue Beams Thousands of Dead Gods GODS06, tape, 2017


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Michelle Collected Works 4xCD, 2016


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Swamp Rat, tape, ????


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Black Leather Jesus Recycled RRRecords, tape, 1993


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Kazumoto Endo Recycled RRRecords, tape, ????


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HHL Thrall Monorail Trespassing mt105cs, 2016


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White Suns Psychic Drift The Flenser FR77, CD, 2017


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Fred Frith & Henry Kaiser Friends & Enemies Cuneiform Records Cuneiform Rune 117/118, 2xCD, comp, 1999, contains all their collabs up until 99


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Angel Marcloid In ☯️rder f☯️r Accessing The C☯️re LB_016, tape, 2015, edition 4 of 25 copies

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The Money-Changer, Rembrandt (Harmensz.) van Rijn, 1627, chosen as the artwork for disc 1 of 6 to go with Marcel Proust’s Guermantes Way in The Ebony Tower’s 42 disc boxset dedicated to Remembrance of Things Past aka In Search of Lost Time

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Cut Shutters Nothing Is Like, 3″ CD, 2015


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Michael Foster & Ben Bennett In It Monofonus Press Astral Spirits MF148/AS051, tape, 2017


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Fever Spell Rhyvox, CD, ????


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Guilty C. & PCRV Phage Tapes PT:219, tape, 2015

—- prying into the pavement, excavating the depths, it does a funny dance that became unfunny a very long time ago, and recently, it’s become hysterical, the brooding napsack and polymeridian formaldehyde, fighting wars over not having anything to fight about, much less enjoy about, plow right into it, these altered marbled slabs of heinous discomfort, a wasted chance on coincidecadance, the alarms are violently vibrating the floors, tied in such a way that only a leg is over the tracks.
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Cocteau Twins Heaven or Las Vegas 1990

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Sun Kil Moon Universal Themes Caldo Verde CV036, CD, 2015

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New Klezmer Trio Melt Zonk Rewire Tzadik TZ 7103, CD, 1995

—- Gas nine, solid six, liquid three, multiplicity, sacophagous analogous supraserendipitous, a sunsettled egregiousment, perplexity shining upon a newborn tree, the haunt that will never leave me, an acceptance I’m not sure I can accept, except to push forward I must, let go, let stop, let it bee hive, be have, be halflet, on my behalf, thermoglyphics, heirodynamics, technologitonics, cryophilaments, encephalonaity, pelicanthropologyny, the chant, the singularists chanting, we got there, we started then, we have to keep going, feedback Doina, Freilakh Nakht, festive astronomers, hypothetical hypercritical supramystical, the shot, the fifth shot, a string inbetween, the distiller, a distillery, phrases, phases, phormations, phourth phloor pH, back at the starting place, always pushing that boulder back up the hill.
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A Week of Kindness In Shadow’s Country Monorail Trespassing mt95cs, 2013

—- the cocoons, changes, growth, leaving a slow past behind, darkened corridors brimming with hallucinatory mist, these ghosts cast shadows, these lions do not roar, at least, not anymore, a soft shimmering phantom calls out, and speaks in an unearthly tongue, it doesn’t need eyes to peer within you, neither do you need eyes to peer within yourself, covered with thick moss, dripping in a slow pace into the murky buildup, condensating from a rusted ceiling that will collapse on itself, long after the last footstep occurs within it,
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Three Inch Compact Disc Featuring Exclusive Tracks by Masonna / MC Hellshit & DJ Carhouse / Merzbow. Total time 19:48:72 Blast First Frieze BFFP143CD, 1997

—- face ripping, skin peeling, eyeball gouging, glitch meltdown, a complete destructive rager followed by comedy, how else could that order go? followed by heavy beatz, beatz are healthy for you they make you pee a different color, maybe purple, maybe not, experiment, get in touch with your body, get in touch with the most tortured nether regions of your soul and laugh at it, hurt its feelings, it already hurts everywhere else
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VMS Elit Dragging Death New Forces 53, tape, 2017

—- you’re dead, daredevil, you’re alive, care angel, you’re questionable, red bengal, credibility disheveled, left angles, make sure they’re level, crunching two stroke juggernaut, high speed, high risk, power slide electronics, premature demandcipation, unruliness supremission, drag your own death through the mud, like a shithead dirty biker queen, embolismanifest trash falling from the sky, how do the heartless suffer heart attacks?

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The New York Review of Cocksucking Erectoacoustic Daycream Copy For Your Records, tape, 2016

—- entering a strange space can be quite an aphrodisiacidic scene, you’re gonna be a tutor, you’re gonna teach me, you’re gonna be fed up with me, tied up in bondage, smack him around, brass to mouth, when I was 21, i don’t think i’m gonna come in, you’re all scum, do it anyway, scraping and screeching radiatoracles preaching, singing a buzzing monstrosity shuffles its shapes for you, in an effort to, a pulsatiating essencation, photo affections, camera defections, open the mouth, please rotate the cassette for, side b, inside being, an exaltediousness, formulated to corrupt each synapse, wasps swarm on beachless islands, drowned out sickness gurgling homonormativelocities, it feels like a scene from moby dick, miami rain storm that just won’t relent, put me on the phone with Prince, uslurp the detained retamed
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Ahlzagailzehguh and Developer Collapsed Hole CHN30, tape, 2015, handnumbered 12/50

—- swampdrenched swarms swathes the suffering maniacalities left dumbfounded attacked with rusted grate, constructions demolished, demolitions created, factories burn to the ground, existence is a freak accident, peaking abasement, erasures drifting through murk and mire, put through the woodchipper feet first while still screaming, slowly, wretched spawn festering abnormalities, clanking derangement, abomination domination, horrid exposure maltherapeutic and unable to ever recover, plunged depths of decrepitude, composed madness that spreads madness, infects the masses, riots in every home, no more social stratification, just antisocial mutilation, dark rooms and vapid victims, reverberating insanities lingering within troubled heads, double dead, bubble popped, asininity finally stopped.

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Jun9: Dreamt that this foul, hairy, mutilated looking creature was telling me that it felt like its entire life it has been raped by god. That’s the only thing I remember. I can’t say I know of a more fitting metaphor for existence. Feeling more bleak than usual today.

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Radio Free Albemuth by Philip K. Dick, written in 1976, published in 1985 posthumously

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Wesley Patrick Gibbons For Princess Regina Haultaine III a special 1 of 1 release just for yours trulie, love being nicknamed Regina for the first time, I must add

—- Cocky, purist and surest to talk a talk, crawlie talkie on synthscapes of delirium driven special editions, special erosions, especially eruditious, careful with every step, each turn surprising, how does one quantify levels of surprise, from a jump to a heart attack, a slow realization to a sudden end, and every odd crystalline structure betwixt, silly advertisement, trixt ah fo luddites, odd xerox splicing of various everyday sights, creating new from old, rememberance, remembrance of things not happened, ousted by the commseparateness, a pleasurable disagreement worth holding grudges over, like puppets on guitar strings, nickel wound, lead bludgeoned, artisanity lost, insanitary thoughts leading to unexpected gains, drones bombing kids with bass frequencies easy as one two infinity infidelity inharmoniousity inghostcities, that’s where we’re heading, don’t make me turn this enviornmental collapse around; I, a very weak proposition, i am, weaker, i am here, terrifying. Couldn’t be less clarifying. there are no i’s, there is no we, no us, no them, no earth, no sun, no solar system, no milky way, no universe, no multiverse that I want to coexist with these people in. No coexistence, no subsistence, no persistence, no intelligent life forms, shapes, textures, colors, tones, syzygies, monohydrogen dioxides, somehow; not a single chemistry lab is held at 3pm zulu time, anywhere on this planet, check the syllabus if you don’t believe me go ahead I encourage skepticism. One can never be too late, when time doesn’t exist, and it doesn’t, no need for excuses, time-clocks, menial jobs, esp no need for police forces, or forces of gravity, or disturbances within the fortrespecialien pacemakers. Who are you? Who are you, unreally? Can you spell it? Sound it out, pleasure me, turn it down, lash out, clash out, balderdash falling from the sky, the dogs have become displeased, our satellites are recieving an incoming signal from an unknown source
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Steve Reich with Brooklyn Philharmonic, words by William Carlos Williams The Desert Music Nonesuch Digital, 1985

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Macronympha Back In The Bedroom…Back Inside The Dungeon Bacteria Field 033, 2016, edition of 199

—- Balls up crazy, balls in a vice, stretched tight in a humbler, humbled, chastised, grovelling, worship, black and blue, blacker, bluer, physical pain leads to less mental pain, worship the here and now where the suffering is, where people who want to suffer can, and people who don’t want to shouldn’t have to, pair up sadists with masochists and kill people who have a problem with consensual interactions, to me that’s the only irony that makes sense, some of us want to be walked on, some of us don’t, none of us chose to be alive, we can choose to make this life less insane by destroying the insane powers that be, choose your masters, choose the angels amongst to worship, this is your only world, act like it. Greased up pussy pump.
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Jun6th: dreamt I was jamming Burning Witch in the shower with a friend, and I looked over and there was a boa constrictor in the room, and as soon as I noticed it it started unraveling from a more ball like position it was in and striking at us, it bit us both numerous times before we could get out of the bathroom, the bite marks began swelling and looked real gnarly, someone in the house started putting gratuitous amounts of petroleum jelly over the wounds and that turned into my giving them a massage with petroleum jelly. Another part of the dream, Brad was in, and was with me at a show that Ascites was billed to play, some weird warehouse, this other kid from my childhood ended up being in the dream, somewhere we got our hands on some mushrooms and began chomping em down, we were told at some point that we wouldn’t actually be playing the bill because too many people ran late, somehow that turned into a fight with some people, somehow that turned into me stabbing a kid in his face with a fork and using it to pull chunks of flesh and his eyeballs out

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The Rita Voyage of of Decima MAS Troniks TRO-293, CD, 2009

—- 10,000 bereaves under the sea, a much more dense separation of atmosphere, aquatic journey of catharsis, finding reasons to live, every 5 minutes, every 55 minutes, something about this dream doesn’t sit well, but this sea life helps it sit more well, these dirty rivers with floating creatures, stories so foreign yet so close, fathoms unfathomable, phantoms of wonder inexorable, dive in.
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John Wiese Mirror Troniks TRO-299, CD, 2012

—- Reflecting back the filth of this disgusting “intelligent” species, absolutely mind numbing, thought dumbing, human interaction, I want to live in a hole and never come out, this is the soundtrack to life, this is how maddening it is, look at it, the reflection is terrifying, it gives hope of parallel universes but as long as we’re in this one we have got to become more compassionate and empathetic, instead we lie, we cheat, we care only about ourselves, we want and give nothing back, we get angry at our electronic devices built off the blood of children, and disposed in outsourced countries for criminally low costs, and infinitely more criminally infectious means, they melt down our devices and release carcinogens in the air that will be around for thousands of years, that will make doctors rich from treating you, as if we all want to experience cancer, treatment, remission if we’re “lucky” enough to make it that far, look in the fucking mirror.
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Sightings Michigan Haters Psych-O-Path Records PSP-4, CD, 2002

—- spent my hard earned slave wages on a grandfather clock, it’s so pretty, it’s so mundane and outdated and pretty, look at it, feeling like a porsche, like an overpriced heap of metal and plastic, go real fast and wrap myself around a light pole, that cargo embargo, that law flaw, that freedom limitation, that hypocritic nightmarish society none of us are comfortable in yet we don’t hesitate to proliferate, chili dog, condemned processed livestock intestines can be so damn tasty, the easy answer, the easy way out, the hard question, that hard life, Ich/Ic, Michigan haters, guilty of wrecking, innocent of creation, michelin lovers, finnigan neutrality maintainers, appalachian sightseers, bystander of carnage, ticket holders to the most immersive experience this side of the missiggulp.
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Creation Through Destruction / Black Leather Jesus Split Terror TR-14, CD, 2012

—- Uncertainty principle, ineffable principal, shiny sanguinity, push on, push it in, give it hard, show no mercy, destroy it, destroy me, i wish to cease, if only for a time being, stellar magnetic fields, suprastellarchetypes on both the macro and micro levels, psychotropicicles sharpening, stall exhibitionists, glory holes, gory rabbit holes, obeying orders from chosen masters, gather round, we love to be watched, let us perform for you, bearfighters, master on master action, suggested that only switches apply, losers must submit to winners, any hard limits of contestants must be respected, safe, sane, sensual, so saying the unholiest Jesus of black leather and great times.
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Last Boyfriend I’m Not Asking Fuck Marry Kill FMK006, tape, 2017

—- Sonder, anti solipsistic wonder, these unknown beings at work or play, not much sees light of day, i assume many walking around are victims of many things, therefore it is imperative to treat others with respect, at any given time the strangers you come across could be dealing with heavier issues than you can possibly imagine, therefore try to be kind. No one is alone in their hurt. Even people ‘on top of the world’ kill themselves: Robin Williams. Existence is hard enough, so try not to make it harder for others. These angular insurrectious cancerindipitous meltdowns, shit rolls downhill, fear avalanches downhill, hate is an automatic grenade launcher with a kill radius of ten feet per round, i am waiting for a day when none of us are above ground.
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Funn 0))) Funntape Half Man, Half Amazing Records, 2005, copy 6/50

—- Drone queen. Weightless. Recommended for sleep, meditation, hallucinogens, and depressants. Reading meditation, hallucinating an entire book, and forgetting to copy it down for scientific research; upsetting the Hallucingods, si repentance requires sircvmspice. Momentvm Perplexelprep, VNDVLATI0N, VVoodpeckers in heat, nnating calls transmigrated into one space, radio antennas receive transtimepoint interferessence, apostattleaste, ølø, shadovv crossing rivers ov flovving pestilencertitudemonæ
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Sex and Hypnosis Control The Mind Control The Body Bacteria Field 046, 2017, edition of 50

—- On the count of three, you’re going to sit on my face, you’re entering a deep tunnel, and the light at the end is barely visible, the sounds of waterfalls begin enveloping you, go with them, do as they do, breathe in slowly through your nose, and slowly and silently breath out of a small hole in your mouth, good, at the snap of my fingers, you will wake up, you will remain calm, you will find yourself sexually aroused by your partner once again, you will find them irresistible, as irresistible as they find you, love making will become commonplace in your quarters, you will enjoy mutual courtship, emotional problems will become a thing of the past now that your desires are satiated, all the dread of your mundane filled, asinine washed, crawling voidal issues will be lost in sexcapades previously unheard of for you, now when I snap my fingers, hurry home to pleasure yourself.
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Robert Wyatt Dondestan 1991

—- As the earth tips backwards towards night, scratching an urgent message in sanskrit, casting a fast moving shadow, no one walking, not even the dogs, for the rubbish to dance, interrupted by a line of broken glass, to intrude and recieving his loving blessing, black wood posts mesmerized, it costs a pretty penny just to stay afloat, my id is raw, my ego breaking, from months of toil, to seperate my real self from its husk, everybody loves me, everyone but me, i’ve sweated blood to hear i’m nice, dead alternative, pick a group that you can relate to, nothing you can put your finger on, what we call freedom in the north means our freedom to use you, and if you don’t cooperate, we’ll cut off your supply lines, there’s no such place as middle ground, camouflaged in mystery, good old days of gore, sell weather itself, Palestine’s a country, or at least it used to be.
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Coalition compilation feat. Knurl, Sissy Spacek, Constrain, Lettera 22, Crimes of the Crown, Hostage Pageant, Skin Graft, Treriksröset, Mania, Heat Signature, Baculum, Vasculae & Vomir, New Forces 34, tape, 2015

—- pain and life threatening complications of infection, loss of sight, loss of balance, complete loss of hope, an idle extinguish, isle of mistakes, accidents of youth, incendiary youth groups, crums burying guilt, big roman three, little normal one, incest repellant, depersonalized menagerie, cast lead into vein, poison it, repulzive objects, reconstructed subjects, people’s war big roman three, big numerical symbologynocology, wrong era, severed right ear
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Sudden Infant Recycled RRRecords, tape, 1996

—- shake it loose, break it off and peg me with it, ballbat to the lips, ungentle kiss, pain on snow covered plains, unfulfilled plans, it doesn’t magically pan out in the end, the work has to be done, the action must be taken, if you can win the moon, you can win the sun, you can harness the energy of massive black holes, suck it all out through eventful horizondulations, every surface in this place begins to vibrate, not like an earthquake, more like a flimsy fabric of perceived reality, feedbacks through the room and mesmerizes all its creatures, why do i remember this number?
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Noise Nomads Profound Self Contempt b/w Misery of the Vanquished Dead Gods GODS05, tape, 2017

—- an accumundulation of mist-aches, drowing my head, overflowing and seeping from my ears like molten lava from a mountain, it burns the skin, it burns the self image, it is burning and will burn forevermore, sorrowful expansive reaches without naming any scrapegloats, physical, mental and spiritual health crushed by the clenching fists of elaborate defeatureless magnitudestitution, impoverishmental scornaments, watch for holistics in the painment, bewhere ov ownerds, sleazy greasy mournful hover world.
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Crank Sturgeon Chords From The Angry Hordes, another tape I got with the caviar shaker can

—- where did it it put? last night, you said the ginger root squared off with you got dirt, that’s a song about ever really you got dirt, you got dirt dirt, dirt dirt what you gonna, well that’s a song about ever really…statuesqueerror, ch ch, tap tip, tut, ptuh, ptah, housing shark tanks, fibrosisis terrorthopediatricianswers leave behind amore questions, chip chop, wind the dial, get it, rights, basic human lefts, grumble daiquireally large acqueriespecially found smellingresstant drippings, you don’t have to growl at me when you could just ask, hi, hello, in the time this, woke up, smelled my feet while laying in bed, the beratles sold the least copies of any brand, band, bind, blind, brewind, bereavening, of it’s class, crass, cassidy and the moondance, dunce and the boxfound, antecedentures, a looping sass, the closed trashbag, gabberwaldi pulling your leg, slap it, to let it know you care, dare to care, beware to dare, kitchenware and dread, miss infenctant proliferating system, 9 dumbledorfs is real bad, once again is best. Hello, are you there, what?
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Sediment Club 30 Seconds Too Late NNA Tapes NNA077, tape, 2014

—-i cannot find this rotten roll that cursed my soul, mode infidel thief, with the right rhetoric, a pleased crowd joins me, acceptance found me, dictation brought us might, unconscious graveyard romp, submerged wedged stuck, awake distraught, asleep forgot, mutual selfish desire, i said i needed you and you said you needed me, cataracts rattle like change sunk deep in a saving skull; then he was kicked back into the crypt, crawling half conscious down the isle, fit for the cleaver trash meat divine, and it was brought back from the dead by a chain, crucifixed.
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Vasculae Head Against Wall Oxen Records oxen025, tape, 2016

—- Languishment. Ran out. Unruly ashes. Unstable roars, ships without ores, perpetual war, either or, rotten to the core, welcome to the Marine Bullet Sponge Corps, every muscle tightens and remains sore, meddle then score, whales washed up on shore, what good is it for? be a good sport, stay positive amongst wars waged from desk drawers, numbers filed away in their pretty little places, nothing more, statistic culture, can’t stitch it back together, can’t drown it in a creek, can’t leave it by itself for five minutes, can’t escape its side, too much pride, too little intelligentlemen, small brainstorms, tiny riversionsubversive, verililies in bloom
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U.S. Maple Acre Thrills Drag City dc208cd, 2001

—- damaged, darker, number, and if the measles ask, isolation room, every fucking weed is somebody else, rice ain’t afraid of nothing, babe, hey ma, you know, you know, now your house, its got wasps…attack him, like he’s some sort of killer fudge, is he jelly king, am i my my brother’s flag…, is he fuckable, oh yeah, you can’t open a rose, the cobra grass, your chiefcherryviking, just make your bedroom goddamn great, your blood style is cream, dies with primary doc, wild worms and final flu, gives birth to mother, go get your own goddamn wingz
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Rape-X / Straight Panic American Zion Fuck Mtn Limited Release FMLR032, tape, 2016

—- love, devotion, surrender, religion is a cultural illness, a collective mental illness, surrender yourself to god, drown your children, for god, for the jealous blind idiot god, this vessel, this meat cage, rotting, feel the rot process itself and try to remain a productive member of society while it happens, join a wilt group at the local false-teachings church, Zionist delusions of ordure, Omega mega church alpha male intelligent neanderthals, equating intelligence to bearing children, carry those gifts, you are the vessel, one day you will carry the seed, you must continue to bear the seed, the seed that will bring forth the gifts of god, as many gifts as god deems necessary, you have been chosen from birth, without will, accept the gift of god, bear the child, to perpetuate our love for god, together you will share the joy, TX polygamy compound, el dorado TX, Law of Sarah, blood atonements, beg a being that doesn’t exist for forgiveness with more bloodshed caused by such beliefs than for any other reason
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Deign Pecuniary Huckster Out-of-Body Records O-O-B R-005, tape, 2012

—- Snipers gaining media attention by picking off protesters at OWS, Occupy Grave Yard, Occupy a pay-to-be shit-world, novos ordo seclorum, the wealth remains, our voided hearts get emptier as time moves backwards, drudgery and doom of modern fecundity, what we need is modern sterility
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PCRV Mobility Banned Production bp166, tape, 2010

—- what things should a notion like a pop-culture rape victim bring to mind? Fetishized celebrity statuses? It can’t happen to me, them, you? What does it say about life, in general? this is a horrifying reality. Few things bring me comfort any more. I’ve been raped. I’ve been through a lot of terrible things. I’m not handling it all so well mentally. I’m extremely disappointed with being a part of this existence most of the time, and somehow I still find a way to laugh, occasionally, i’m heavily medicated and that’s sort of helping, and it’s a win win, my liver will probably give out before too long and i’ll be dead, i so strongly desire to be dead, but i love some people and they love me, so i’ll make the most of things, to the best of my ability, which is a fucking struggle to say the least, but who isn’t struggling? If you don’t have a deathwish, good for you. Art and laughter are all that helps. And for me, knowing folks bring these hard to handle themes up in their art is more comforting than trying to act like life is alright, because it is not alright for way more people than it is alright for others. I also fathom that if you’re reading my blog, the darkness is evident to you. Enough preaching to the choir. Thank you PCRV for your mangled, thought muting tones. Life is mobile, entropic, transient, and not all terrible, find the comfort and enjoy each moment of it. Hug your friends. Read some thought quenching books.
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LAFMS The Lowest Form Of Music 10xCD Boxset, Disc 3, Le Forte Four Live at the Brand & Flak Opera Rehearsal Cortical Foundation organ of Corti 11.1, RRRecords RRR-CD-17, 1996, recorded in 1976 and 1978 disrespectively

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Boar / Developer split Factotum Tapes fact118, tape, 2016

—- a giant window with regenerating panes of glass that shatter spontaneously, dropping shards onto a pitch black plane of gritty cracked ground that eats up the shards and feeds them back into the translucent structure situating the window above the voided ground, like a nightmarish waterfall made from dangerous materials, you’ve been paralyzed beneath the hovering vision that continually spills these shards on to you, and your wounds regenerate and each time you’re stabbed it’s more painful than the last. It’s only the beginning of the psychophysical torture situation you’ve found yourself in.
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Toby Driver The Pod Black Heart Mountain Records BHMCC013, tape, 2013

—- An onslaught of metaphysical terror composed, decomposed, flurries of disjointed and mutated creatures coming towards oneself, seeping in and out of the pavement, concrete flings from the piercing spots of entries and exits, giant chunks of deadly concrete shrapnel, then, the creatures dive down one last time, and a pod rises from the last hole created, it’s oozing a thin black liquid that incinerates the ground beneath it, you beging to walk towards it but not of your own volition, we all know what happens next.
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The Necks Silverwater ReR Megacorp ReR NECKS9, CD, 2009

—- How can this planet be round, spherical, flat, or otherwise, if none of this even exists? We can’t even get peace to persist. When it shines through best to recognize, no reason to care bout verbalizing it all, our thoughts distract us from the calm within the storm, shades of bliss emanating from beyond the nearest and furthest rifts, the fjord inbetween blossoms with unforgettable tapestries of extrasensory splendors, drifting upstream on the mysterious silver waters.
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A. F. Jones Languor Yields (2 Compositions) Rhizome.s # 14, CD, 2016

—- the nicest room, the one you like the most, individual who has rights, a guest is an individual whom I respect, don’t criticize the profession, i didn’t mean to offend you, respectable height, he said I’m not like the others, the traveller watched him disappear, remained alone for a certain amount of time, such strange corridoors, smile, overbloated deathraft floating on mud ocean, overworked, i’m a doctor in science, accumulating so much power, twisting amorphous structures, salad and a piece of fish, a very odd calm, grapes aren’t going to be good, rotten mushrooms, she pulled down her girdle, buttocks, a remote distant point, notoriety is the first form of naturalization, i saw that head, by chance, two crows, i’ve never seen better magicians, darn, here i am talking to myself again, i need to break that habit, apparatchiks, tincturesolutions, a vorthex hypnotizing coerced through fabric tears, ghoulish stereolithic obstructions dance to the beat ov torrential downpourbows.
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Dariusz Wojtaś vs Z’EV Pro Pagan Da Nefryt N 022, CD, 2012

—- Collidoscope, rifles and kaleidoscopes, scoping out the ruins for space minds, gaping cod in seas ov ice, glistening over like starry fields, Spacescrapers in synchronicities of spectral grandeur, Miramaritime fractalist metadventures through timeteor and sagebrush, choires hunting their pray, a door once unlocked will remain open forevermores, no substitutions, no unclosed spaces between globjects in heating, molting appointed sacrifictional stitchery, suturestfully propaganda, nimrodding, rottentry grandted.
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Dave Phillips The Golden Age of Denial and Avoidance Recordings For The Summer RFTSnr.115, CD, 2004

—- don’t go there, can’t go in there, don’t remind me, it’s too painful, it hurts too much, it makes me want to rip my hair out and slit my wrists, i hate it, let’s change the subject, i’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that, i’m not ready to talk about it, vomit from anxiety, cry myself dehydrated, bloodshot eyes and relentlessly crying, can’t breath, it hurts so much, that isn’t what happened, he’s still around somewhere, sore subjects, festering memories, loops unending, growing, suffocating, closing in, let’s change the goddamn subject.
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Oren Ambarchi, Günter Müller, Voice Crack Oystered Audiosphere AS06, CD, 2003

—- the extradimensional docking hyperexperience of hazy interweaving masses of light, puzzles coming together on their own, flashes of a greater consciousnecessity unravelleveled, a metaphysical sonic outrégeometrying to communicauterize, a billion stars disappear in an endstant, an emptear (a)void filled at (b)last, struptures and techtonix, spacequake, hohm sweet ohm, kiss me queer prince, rest in appeased and care its never going to ænd.
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