Jesse

Prune (Get In Line)

The telephone rings again
Who could it be now?
Who could it be this time?

Hey!!
You again!!

Have you finally grown up?
Have you finally given up on dreams?
You've gotta think of your future
Don't look back now
It time to come back to reality!!

Don't listen to yourself now!!
I know what it best for you!!
So Get in Line!!

Prune

Ricochet 128 BPM

Written, Arranged, Performed, and Produced by Kyle Bolan
Art by Kyle Bolan

Slivered Shadow

sequel to the claustrophobic epic, "Blitz". Part 2 explores the period of calm after the bad trip has passed. Multiple key and tempo changes. Madness. Enlightenment. Peace.

Blitz Part 2

Have Much

PLEASE NOTE: this is an .mp3 file only since higher quality .wav files are currently not uploading on soundcloud

method: to distract me from the everyday task of fighting demons of the mind,  I set out with a gregorian version, only to understand that my voice was not up to standards and expectations. You can still hear that choral in the background. Well, gregorian monks might might have actually sounded like that – not everyone is a pitch creature after all. After postponing some iterations to enjoy creating UP UP AND OUT with Jeff (and assissting in setting the next project on good tracks), I  then added layers to better match what my mind heard to what the headphones belted out. Somehow, I did not let go of the initial composition, though – feeling attached to its disjointed, squealing humanity. Call me sentimental and you’re right. I also just felt like taking this ride on the RC-505, rediscovering my former companion from hitherto unexplored angles ;-) 

Narration: the poem is about an evolution – or a journey to the sea – whatever you prefer to call it. having become aware of the circumstance that I am more of a liability than an asset in certain processes, I found myself in the clutches of a transformation that needed processing itself – and a good deal of sublimation, I guess. 

Image: copyright jo richter

poem / copyright jo richter:

all the hardly humid barrens
harbour time in arid sands

while the early einkorn seedlings
of the floodlands sway and bend

and the tides bring tidal tidings
weighing vapour, thermal scales

ah, the oceans, giant oceans
breathing water, water whales

isosem

method: vst, mainly, and balabolka TTS - until Jeff plucked his guitar into that magic pedal .... I had to dumb the upload down from wav to mp3 to make soundcloud accept it.

narration: you might be familiar with the lyrics - yes, this is the very poem you have heard on Hakan's Shuffle in a different setting ;-)

image: copyright jo richter (using elements photographed on a theatre in Budapest in 2009)

Poem / copyright Jeff Gardiner and jo richter:

in the nick of time
he gave in to dissent
for the mute perceptive mime
manically made him raise his head and unmaimed hand in mine

praise the unerring rebellion
in subconsentious unison
the empty shells of every single silly little thing
ahh, the knell, the bells, fashioned from our fathers’ coral vaults

selling out, shelling round, all around in disarray
vainly making everybody wane and wade into the fray
with withered, bamboo-watered canes - - - fracking shist
where our homes are still purported to exist

while scattered scraps of all things past, scantily, scantily clad,
protrude and flutter in the wind, strained and restrained by the net
of pleasant pleas - and subltleties are colors bright and crude -
watch the Mad Hatter's stint unwind in minor keys -
i thought that that - that hat that sat so squat- was you

at the academy of sovereignty
where massive piles of bones and crows
dominate the dark demeanor of the distant
tears of laughter, tears of loudly lovin’ laughter, that's exactly what we're after

in the purple land of diffidence
buying purple brands of pale deliverance
in the hidden forgotten region, religion
where forgetting – like neglecting - is an optional behavior
and of course, everybody's carcass, corpse keeps looking for a savior

down by the trodden, the unsavoury sovereign shouted
raw with the rotten game of galactic gallows and thrones
ah the one and only poet of starvation
standing in the market of used emotion

endless aisles, end base piles of sadness
masters mean and dirty and their slaves
bargain bins of binary longing, belonging, unrequited love
there’s a sale on betrayal - two for a dollar and three for none

thought i saw a broken bit of joy that once belonged to me
Though when i had it, it was absolutely free
Now they're askin’ fifty, literally frivolous dollars--

mother of deception of the self
see me on my knees, subordinate
to her immaculate calamity
that has transactional realities cooperate
under towers dark with blinded blinds
of my infantile infinity--

i asked my shadow: would she follow me
like a puppy with a crush, herself a pet invertebrate,
to inclinations more persian, more parisian than her will or mine
where i might find a package deal on Love -

on the moon, it read in slowly moving neon letters -
shadows neither show nor speak concerning primal matters!
no, said I, shadows squall and squeal and squeak

drinking gin on the rocks is not that bad at all
since it became impossible to find an Avacado
or my favorite alcohol
just don't answer when she fails to call-

kung tze in the subway car

Kung Tze in the Subway Car - with stonerjazz

One day, I hope to return home again — though it will be in another life. But in any case, it’s important to enjoy the time we have.

Time To Enjoy

Western Canada prairie, a native land, colonized by British, Scots, French, and Metis in late 1800's form a government with Louis David Riel as their leader, execute Thomas Scott,perceived as insurgent disruptor of the state, 125 years later become a integrated mixed ensemble of cultures and nationalities who have migrated here.

Manitoba-Anthem Master

Lyrics: 
Johanna Fegan - https://soundcloud.com/johanna-fegan

Music and Arrangement: 
Alex Dub & Alex Rosa (A.F.C.) + Johanna Fegan

Final art:
Daniela Cotia

They are breaking
Almost faking
We are breaking the rules almost faking like fools
I'm shaking to the core
Knock me out of yourself
The rules
We are breaking the rules
Almost faking like fools
When justice is too far to see
Knocks you out of yourself
Sometimes we bleed...
We are breaking
Almost faking
We are breaking the rules
Almost faking like fools
I'm shaking to the core
Knck me out of yourself 
The Rules
Oh this system polluted and cruel
These elietests keep breaking the rules
Of humanity
We are goverened by fools
Loose control of yourself breaking the rules
Now we're angry
And that's what they want
To control us with fear lies and doubt
But the people we realise our strength
Composed now as one
We take down the fake

Lyrics @Johanna-Fegan / @A.F.C AWESOME COLLAB

Breaking the Rules

Breaking The Rules - Johanna Fegan + A.F.C.

1984 Reloaded ...
It Opens the new AFC album ... 
Dark Times!
We are in a strange and in a somber period of world history.
Trump spreading racism and intolerance in the United States, loss of rights and freedom of expression in Brazil and around the world, bomb attacks killing civilians ...
The denunciations of wikileaks showing us the dirty play of the world status quo.
Snowden in exile for speaking truths ... 
Assange "arrested" ...
Wars being fought under different arguments ... 
However, the real reason is about the oil.
No human being can live without being watched and monitored.
Resist is necessary!


VOX is the name of the work that is being composed by A.F.C. (Addictive Fuzz Conspiration).
The concept is to give voice to great personalities of history transforming in music your speechs.
In today's world, where everyone is self-reporters, there was no need to say anything more. So we decided to give the microphone to the people who really have important things to say.
On our first track (Bestialidad) we use the speech of Ernesto CHE Guevara in homage to PATRICE LUMUMBA, realized in the auditorium of the UN in 1965.
Our second track in honor of poet and activist MUTABARUKA.

VOX é o nome do trabalho que está sendo composto pelo A.F.C. (Addictive Fuzz Conspiration).


O conceito é dar voz a grandes personagens da história e musicar seus discursos.
No mundo atual, em que todos são repórteres de si mesmo e entopem as redes sociais com suas ideias e informações do tipo: onde estão, o que estão fazendo, pra onde vão, de onde vieram, quem sou eu? ... 
Não era necessário dizer mais nada e sim dar a palavra a seres que deveriam ser ouvidos!
Em nossa primeira track (Bestialidad), demos voz a Ernesto Che Guevara, sampleando um discurso feito por ele, no auditório central da ONU em 1965, em homengem a PATRICE LUMUMBA, a segunda track é DIS POEM 4 MUTABARUKA, em homenagem ao poeta e ativista jamaicano. 
O último single é uma homenagem a Pixies, Fight Club & Chuck Palahniuk, dando voz ao revolucionário Tyler Durden...