https://carolinarecords.bandcamp.com/album/hombre-arcilla-volumen-1

https://proyecto30574.bandcamp.com/album/bufones-del-dolor

https://proyecto30574.bandcamp.com/album/30574

https://proyecto30574.bandcamp.com/album/frio

https://soundcloud.com/aficionado-al-brindis

Check out, Ducks on Quack in Space, also on Soundcloud. @user-713093027

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oPZDOgGZ44

Like The First Monkey Shot Into Space.

The fifth track on 5.23.25
Featuring https://soundcloud.com/mall-dad on drums.

Eidolon (ft. Mall.Dad)

https://youtu.be/dLLddlqKIHc?si=wT5hmEY_W3Fp5ZvI 

This is my attempt at performing this song in a single take with just me and my guitar (Taylor 114 ce)
Also to compare and contrast, here’s a  link to a more polished full band version of this song that I recorded with the help of the Eclectic Collective 
https://soundcloud.com/josh-clary-1/ai-sucks-the-eclectic?si=67d29d363d2a419dacbf860fa471165e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Many thanks to SoundCloud musician Michele Ansani  https://on.soundcloud.com/A24Cig19AVNqQmCk8 who's lyrics inspired me to write this song and collaborated with me to help bring this song to life.
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Lyrics
When I was thirteen I picked up my first guitar
it was my mother's, it only had one nylon string 
I tried to play it like a rock star
I learned to play the Coca-Cola jingle
So I could teach the world to sing
When I was fourteen, I put on six new strings
I learned to play Beatles, I learned a Bob Dylan song
I sounded out of tune but I tried to carry on
At fifteen I wrote my first original tune 
So bad it sounded like it might have been written by a baboon
When I was sixteen, I got a new guitar for my birthday
The metal strings sawed through my fingers but I continued to play
And as the calluses formed and every day I learned a brand new chord
I was obsessed with that guitar and I never grew bored.
I wrote songs every day and most of them were a mess
But I believed that through hard work, I could achieve success
Malcom Gladwell wrote a book that said it takes ten thousand hours
To become and expert at your craft
And now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will think your songs are great 
even though you didn’t write or play a single note.
When I was 20, I did my first concert, it was time
it occurred in a village square
there were four cats all friends of mine
I was still using the plectrum and sometimes I got the chords wrong
at thirty I finally wrote what I thought was a decent song
It had a very well thought out structure and a catchy vibe and beat 
It was overly verbose but when I played it people tapped their feet
In my forties I stopped wasting my time
Work was more fun I was doing just fine
I had a steady paycheck that could feed me 
And the record companies didn’t need me
In my fifties once again my musical juices started flowing
I bought the necessary equipment I was eager to get going
I recorded all my strumming and saved it onto my PC
The internet and technology were advancing rapidly
I took those special songs I’d written of which I was most proud
Posted them Instagram, You Tube, Tik Tok and SoundCloud
I asked myself if a tree falls in the forest and no one’s around
Does it make a sound?
But now all it takes is two commands and an enter
And in two minutes you have ten versions of the same damn new song,
You just have to choose the type
folk, rock, rap, pop, metal, jazz, trap or blues.
You don't even need to write the lyrics, 
your push a few buttons let the AI choose.
And people will like your songs even though you didn’t write or play a single note.

AI Sucks Acoustic Live Version

YOUTUBE CHANNEL: www.youtube.com/user/WrittenForGuitar
BANDCAMP: georgewanat.bandcamp.com/

Sentience(Free Download)

ELECTRO FUNK BRAZIL

In wonderful collaboration with:https://soundcloud.com/wust

2 C Degrees Loves Temperatures

green moon

NATURE

Video Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7MCndOjrq2A

The Earth Love

Pixie´s Forest

Pixie´s Forest & Video Link

Find Seagull's brilliant music here: @farout-music-studio

Find David's sublime guitar work here: @david-dunhamuser589535203
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You know, don't you?  Oh, yes you do.  
You know you're being monitored, observed, assessed by something that knows you intimately.  
Knows you better than you’d like to think.  
Your secondary semi-subconscious once-removed.  
That's why you talk to yourself - or pretend to.  
Admit it - you're not really you, at all, are you?  
In fact, you're not real, are you?  You are watching “you”.  
You are nothing but your alter ego's doppelganger temporarily encased in a piece of warm, wet meat.  
A transient instantiation of a mirrored reflection of some lump of sentience from precisely one, of an infinite number of parallel universes.  

It’s called “conscience”.  

Handle with care.  

You were gifted it for a reason.
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"…..Neatly packaged, all my doubts, the rationales and bellyaches,
Wracked without, passion in thrall to humanity's handicap diamond stakes…."
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Ghost of a Sense

Yes, I know you.
I can feel your presence.
I can touch you, smell you.
I see you not by sight of eye
And yet I ken that you are I
That vespered wraith that writhes within
To test my faith, try my sin
Push the bounds to cause offence
A moral, soul thing, ghost of a sense recalls myself, so well defined
Entrenched, walls behind, built so sound of dust that crowned the pity, falling soft amiss, 
Deep inside the tears I cry as here I find my self-abyss.

Whispers bringing shadows, filled of secrets therein held,
Memories, morose, piece me still, to wear in time, my wasted face.
And now reside, cast aside, to forge and ever meld,
Of haunting, ringing echoes, that will alone their chime erased.

Ah! But you won't twist me, nor bind me fast, to the sandy doctrines of the misty past, 
With its beards and staffs and crinkled testaments.
My future's sprinkled here present with your crass irrelevance and matters not that sat right there, 
The blackest chasm in my simpling world so spare, 
Where space and time have overspilled the leaking psyche of a crippled mind,
That barely copes, unfulfilled, a crooked, limpid moral health of broken shrines
That hopes to find ....
   .......some worthwhile inner self.
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Photo by Marten Newhall on Unsplash

Ghost of a Sense ... with Seagull and David Dunham

Tenemos el agrado y el placer de estrenar una primera parte del material del Ominoso #Leandro Bustince, responsable del Proyecto 30574 , bajo su alter ego hOMBRE aRCILLA. Uno de sus tantos proyectos, el cual encierra en sintesis y de una manera personal, la musica concreta, el industrial puro, el minimalismo, el low fi, ruidismo, existencialismo  y otras yerbas, en buenas dosis de cada cosa. 
Otras producciones de Proyecto 30574:
https://proyecto30574.bandcamp.com/album/frio
https://proyecto30574.bandcamp.com/album/bufones-del-dolor
https://proyecto30574.bandcamp.com/album/30574
https://proyecto30574.bandcamp.com/album/12-43

hOMBRE aRCILLA / Bajo la lampara

"Caes así muchas veces y te vuelves a levantar en este camino en
el que te engendras a ti mismo, en el que te inventas, llegando a ser tu propio hijo. El hijo del hombre, engendrado por el padre, que a la vez es el hijo".

Se ha dicho con frecuencia que la teoría expresada en los manifiestos tendía a anticiparse a la práctica artística concreta.i  Según Marinetti se requería violencia y precisión dall’arte di far manifesti. Violencia y precisión descubriría también Russolo en la expansión de esos ruidos que, cuanto más familiares se volvían a nuestros oídos, más remitían a la vida misma. 

"La palabra Amor era una clave, un vocablo 'clus' . Amor leído al revés es Roma. Es decir, el término indicaba, en su forma de escribirlo, 'lo contrario a Roma', a lo que Roma representa. 
Ademas, Amor se descompone en 'a' y 'mor', queriendo significar Sin-muerte. A-mor". M. S. 

"De entre muchisimos seres humanos que estan sufriendo, hay unos cuantos que de hecho indagan acerca de su posición y que se preguntan quienes son, por que se los pone en esta situacion dificil...." A.C.B.S.P.

"¿No sería mejor ayudarnos mutuamente a manifestar nuestro yo interior más bello, sexual, inteligente, creativo y audaz, en vez de cooperar en reprimirlo?" P.C.
"¡ Ya lo veis: Cordoba protesta y clama al cielo contra la revolucion de1810!"
D.F.S.

"...debido a tu presencia, me encuentro derrotado materialmente. A pesar de que soy el propietario de todos los tesoros que hay en el agua, yo se que tales posesiones no conducen a una vida de exito. " Varuna

"...ni el tiempo ni el espacio pueden mantener una existencia independiente; ambos existen simultaneamente en un contínuo tetradimensional omnipresente." M.Sch.

" A veces no sabemos que es un fracaso y que un acierto" M.Sch.

"Lo que ocurre con la meditacion es lo siguiente: cada vez eres mas tu" D.L.

"Contra el poder del inconsciente solamente puede protegerse con el completo reconocimiento de las propias debilidades"
..."desde este momento el hombre comenzara a compender que no tiene el menor poder de si mismo, que nunca sabe lo que puede decir o hacer al minuto siguiente y que no puede responder de si mismo ni siquiera por algunos instantes"...

Jabali hembra hecha de diamante. Aquel que sustenta el rayo. Una mujer oscura que danza sobre un cadaver.
"El conocimiento metafisico nos llega por medio de una especie de sexto sentido que tambien se encuentra en germen dentro de cada uno, pero solo funciona al expandirse."

EgoMohr "A-mor" 

https://egomohr.bandcamp.com/album/a-mohr

www.myspace.com/arielchase

http://www.facebook.com/ariel.chase.7?ref=tn_tnmn

http://grooveshark.com/#!/album/La+Concha+De+Dios/3953340

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