The eighth track from my new album blurstNRG. If you want to check out the whole thing you can find it here:

pauseandreflectmusic.bandcamp.com/album/blurstnrg

blurstNRG

cut open on the sharp edges of ur mind

An idea is a complete thing. If you stay true to it, it tells you everything from beginning to end.
                                                          David Lynch "Catching the Big Fish"

I am doktorb. I scour the internet looking for waveforms to deconstruct  and build sonic structures out of the debris.

In my mission of creative destruction I have chanced upon a number of willing co-conspirators who you should also check out.

http://soundcloud.com/half-digested-taco
http://soundcloud.com/blackbeastofarrrghhh
http://soundcloud.com/433-for-national-anthem
http://soundcloud.com/darius-improvise
http://soundcloud.com/swivelized-sounds
http://soundcloud.com/james-clark-1

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.

experimental musician/soundmaker from Apuliae
Born in 1978

Welcome here to everyone.

I hope what you'll hear inspires you.

For your growth or fall
Through the cathartic world of sounds 
that I try to propose. 

A test area 

A search for meaning 
Of this passage for ours.

Sound as a primordial frequency
Before any acquired significance

If what you hear resonates with your tuning fork
A like and a repost would be of great support.

May your journey be pleasant and constructive
in this sea of instants called life

The eternity of our days.



VNR, est. ~2003:

visual audio group

Omniversalwide.

In 1936 a small town suffered plague and pestilence. 11 women gave birth to what the town described as feral, clawed, masked and lethargic￼￼ creatures. The citizens dispatched all but 3 of the mothers but strangely enough let the creatures live. The remaining mothers fostered all of the “children” and were quarantined to an abandoned and barren farm. The farm and its inhabitants became known as Sloth Camp. They were left to fend for themselves, surviving on what little they could grow and animals ( mainly rats) they could catch. An outhouse painted with images of lions and baboons and other creatures from distant lands started being worshipped by the “ children “. This is Sloth Camp...