[WE DON'T FLIRT WITH DEATH] 01

the short-term plan witnessed by Dr General said that the madame's washed the bodies of the several guests in our li'l whodunit (it was benji in the basement with the baseball bat).

I was trained in tradition, yet I stepped beyond its walls. Sound is my language, not to decorate but to liberate. Composer, performer, and listener — one fire, three sparks, inseparable.

I write and compose to uncover what is hidden: the truth buried beneath power, the dignity of the ordinary, the current of awareness that flows through all.

I belong to no authority, only to sound, to truth, to the silence from which all begins. My work is not mastery, but remembrance — a manifesto in every note, every word, every breath.

I am a composer of the 21st century: a studio artist. The studio is my forge, my battlefield, my sanctuary. Machines hum like choirs, circuits burn like torches, cables twist like roots in the earth. Tradition breaks open in this fire — the score turns to light, the instrument becomes the world itself.

To be a studio artist is to seize sound at its rawest, to sculpt electricity and breath as one, to summon the invisible power that belongs to all. Here music is not bound by walls, not enslaved by profit, not tamed by form. It is free, untouchable, unending — a living flame for the century that is ours.

Sermons, Prayers and Confessionals brought to you by the Clergy and Congregants of Bayou Love Ministries.

Written By: Rev. B. Love
The Hi! Priestess Koala Rae
Sister Scarlett Succubine

with Special Guest appearances by:

E. Damn Lie
Anomaly Jones
Sven Severin
Ilsa Vade

. . .and many, MANY more!

there are PHANTOMS, sittin' here with us
in this living-room.
and THEY see YOU, but you do NOT see them.
and THEY ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS,
like I AM NOT YOUR FRIEND:

i am sittin' here, watching you
WITH THEM.

punch-drunk, gun-shy music for glass-jawed, pistol-whipped people.

[WE DON'T FLIRT WITH DEATH] 01

BLACK MATH (MESSY WITH A LISP)