A mix of some guitar, some electronic dancey stuff and spoken word by my son.
Dagga Punisment (yours truly) featuring text and voice by my wife, Nadine. [more inside]
We need more spoken word breaks in songs these days. [more inside]
A reading by me, story by Oxxidation, music by me on electric cello and casiospittake on ableton.
Time for a short break from the creepy. Turns out, all that needed changing was one word, and this was actually a bit of Mississippi Delta Blues in disguise--mostly because nobody in Mississippi has ever heard of the word "drivel." Sit back on your front porch with a cool glass of lemonade for this one. [more inside]
From sort of creepy to really creepy. From cover/arrangement/orchestration to abstraction. This is not your Major's Lucky. [more inside]
After writing/arranging, recording, and mixing the first five sections of The Wasteland, I found myself a bit spent, and struggling with the final movement, so I took a few days off to back away from it. I finally returned to it tonight, and, renewed, even managed to squeeze an extra track from it. Thus concludes the tour. Enjoy! [more inside]
The penultimate movement of The Wasteland, this one keeps it short and sweet. [more inside]
The sophomore track/movement in my concept album/piece, built around The Wasteland. Finalizing the mix took a bit longer than expected, so I didn't get it in before the deadline for the challenge. Boo. Nevertheless, Expect some surprises. [more inside]
Movement/track 1 of my new, MeFiMusic Challenge-inspired concept piece/album based upon The Wasteland. [more inside]
MeFi Music, I'd like to introduce you to some new friends--the tank drum and waterphone. I believe you already know another companion, the musical saw--or, as I like to call it, the acoustic Theremin. [more inside]
Track 3 from our new RPM Entry, we dive headfirst into the creepy-as-fuck territory. Special guest Fred on vox. [more inside]
Presenting the opening volley from Demons of Gyrophonia's new album, for the 2012 RPM Challenge, Searching for Dual-Projecting Interneurons that May Contribute to Spinal Turtle Behavior. Previously. [more inside]
Mvt. II of Searching for Dual-Projecting Interneurons That May Contribute to Spinal Turtle Behavior. As with the first movement, this is a studio version/dry run we made before a live performance thereof this past Saturday. Once again, the vocals are from Virginia, via Google Voice. [more inside]
Quite possibly the creepiest science paper ever. [more inside]
In a truly avant-garde move, the last real gyrophoniation on Anthemic is an Anthem which isn't yet officially the anthem for the Crown Dependency it's supposed to represent. Also, does anyone know how such a beautiful island come to be the namesake of the Garbage State? [more inside]
Skipping the next track on the album, as it was the first to be posted here, we move to the nonsense version of the Fijian national anthem--the one in English. Mr. Prescott must have thought Fiji to be a much bigger, stronger, less who-gives-a-shit-worthy nation than it really is. [more inside]
LYRICS: Well, our country's kind of shitty, But we love it anyway (We have no basis of comparison!) This is Anthemic. [more inside]
Changing gears a bit, we go to one of the more fascinating anthems to grace the album. Kassaman's lyrics were written by Algerian poet Mufdi Zakariah while imprisoned by French colonial forces. He wrote the verses on his cell walls using his own blood. They are, by nature, extremely violent, and (far as I know) may comprise the only national anthem which mentions machine guns directly. [more inside]
Next in line comes Georgia (the country, not the awful state). Oh, Georgia...your flag is classy as hell, your language looks like squiggly doom. You're pretty awesome. I'm so sorry. [more inside]
Next from Anthemic comes a much more abstract interpretation of a much more obscure anthem, from a country many more people are prone to forget exists. It's also, probably, my personal favourite track of the whole album. I'd like to think it very deftly stomps through the full spectrum of brilliance and stupidity, at any and all times. [more inside]
Presenting Anthemic: a collection of abstract interpretations of various obscure, entertaining, odd, or otherwise intriguing national anthems. We start with a fairly harmless country, and a fairly harmless interpretation of a fairly harmless anthem. [more inside]
Hooved animals and plants high in starch or methyl cellulose may want to avert their attention now. Kindergarteners, or any other fans of library paste, do we have a track for you! from Step Outside, released 20 November 2011 [more inside]
Took part in a poetry event recently and read this song, one that I posted here at MeFiMu back in 2007. Video at YouTube or Vimeo.
I like turtles! [more inside]
The goal of this track is twofold: to serve as a field test of my "new" Korg MS-10, and to honour the impending departure of our esteemed string player and friend, Tommy Scheurich. [more inside]
Let's go grab a pizza.
A reading of a poem accompanied by some acoustic guitar. [more inside]
It always comes down to food and/or pants. I don't know why. [more inside]
9 of 10 of cadillac hill - a spoken word song about a teenage girl with issues - bass, percussion loop and one guitar
song 5 of 10 of cadillac hill - i speak instead of sing on this one
Spacy, psychedelic, crazy spoken-wordy rock song inspired by Afroblanco's poem of the same name. Brought to you by Ambien (TM) and Lagavulin 16. [more inside]
In a thread MajorDundee started a few weeks ago, he poses a query, "What talismans, icons etc do you have in your musical workspace?" Allow me to expand upon my response... [more inside]
Tommy would make a good Dalek. [more inside]
He died once... [more inside]
Gun control and the wearing of pants are discussed in this, the penultimate selection of our suite, An Evening With... [more inside]
Kickin’ it oldschool. JOE Biden in a flight suit. HAH, Tha’s next. (Spoiler, it's not. Story of the experiment inside.) [more inside]
An older bit of spoken-word, written by man vs sun. Part 1 of 2. [more inside]
Happy New Year, Metafilter. [more inside]
Spoken word/ambient noise piece stolen from and dedicated to e.e. cummings on this day, the near midpoint between his birthday and deathday.
Where does he get those wonderful toys? [more inside]
Meditations on a thunderstorm. [more inside]
As we bid farewell to Robert Shields, we become privy to family conflict, the nature of his financial strain, and an erotic dream. [more inside]
Won't you join us on a small journey? [more inside]
Come with Robert Shields on an expedition to the grocery store. Marvel at the landmarks they pass on the way back home. And note the odometer mileage as they pass said landmarks.
This time, Robert Shields sleeps, urinates several times, reads the 1990 Census Bureau stats, cooks breakfast, looks over the household finances and reads the local paper. [more inside]
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