Name: Concerning Davey Adams by DRUST IV
Duration: 3 min 21 s
Description: A song written on hearing about the death of a friend of my brother, some years ago. Davey Adams was county Librarian for Angus until 1990's. A keen cartographer.

Just for fun. 

I shared a rehearsal space in the basement of Westbeth Artist Housing (please see the photo) in the late 70’s. This music has to do with my dream-memory of the place.

The basement was labyrinthine. Until a few years ago, I still had recurring dreams of that environment. It was constructed of grey painted cinder block or some such stony material. There were many bands in many rooms down there, and as you walked the halls you’d hear all the musics leaking out from under steel doors in cacophony. Often you’d hear the band in the next cell right through your own stone wall as you were playing. That made it hard to record in there. We did it anyway. 

The sonic qualities of this recording remind me of those hallways as do some of the somewhat antiquated guitar moves. And by the way, I love antiquated guitar moves!

Westbeth Catacombs

The Violet Hour

Hi there. This is a result of me toying with one drum loop from looperman.com, some fl studio presets, and um... just a *tiny* bit of crazyness. (ok??) :) I had lotsa fun. :D 

Hope you enjoy! 

Credits:
➤ DavidCicaloMuse from looperman.com (a place full of royaltyfree sounds) was the author of the drum loop I used. (categorised under Trip Hop genre)

One Glimpse of a Whirlpool

i can’t get over you
i can’t let go

a randy catastrophe
a dark rodeo

i can’t get over you
i can’t let go

too feral to wait for me
too slinky for slow

i’ll be waiting
by the water
will you meet me
tomorrow?

high jungle of emptiness
footprints in the snow

i can’t get over you
i can’t let go
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Thanks to Jacques DiCroce, Janine Levinson, Cheesemont Paisely-Paisely, David Weiss and Wheelwright for early listening, support and ace suggestions.

I'll Be Waiting

A somewhat surreal and odd glide through abstract electronic sounds. I think I like the outcome. Kinda raw mix, exploration took me places and I think it's strangely dreamy. :D But perhaps good enough! Earphones mix? (sorry about that, that's what I have available at the moment) Hope it sounds interesting!

Dream of Kites

VIDEO: https://youtu.be/UKPHcku61Zk?si=w2bKG3Y4gIZGjpo_

I saw fire in the snow

Embracing Imperfections

A song written on hearing about the death of a friend of my brother, some years ago. Davey Adams was county Librarian for Angus until 1990's. A keen cartographer.

Concerning Davey Adams

Jazzelicious - SKETCH

My new ep is drum free so here is sounds with drums

The porous multitude of continuity as it condenses

Folk-Rock with Acoustic and Electric guitars, Rock music.

Notes on Delivery

The Budding enthusiast that comes, by design or chance, to discover this collection shall, upon Preliminary Survey of its Contents, find him or herself confronted by divers  ‘Fulsome Bloomings, Abandoned Airs and Declamations’, all, indeed, allegedly composed by Messrs Drust & Erskine. 

It is, however, to be Anticipated that the fledgeling aesthete may, whilst hopefully being familiar with the general Thrust of this or that Song, find him or herself Uncertain as how best to approach the True Form of the Musical Pieces, and, moreover, how best to discern the Melody and Intonation: indeed, how to Discover, and consequently Interpret, the Leitmotif. 

Be then reassur'd that the Composers are devotees of Cantabile, and each Song in this canon has been thoroughly Mulled Over and Subjected to Rigorous and Demanding attentions. By this Means, Songs, that may, upon Inspection of the grounds upon which they were first Inspired having revealed a requirement for overly-exacting Polytonality or Interval that may Induce a certain Reticence, have subsequently been Hammer'd into a Shape that Messrs Drust and Erskine aver is Deliverable by one Mode or another. 

Accordingly, Messrs D & E press you oil your lung, fill your chest, loosen your tongue, and hold forth in as fulsome a voice as your maker may have designed for you, and relish every nuance of counterpoint, every flourish and every roundelay here afforded for your delectation.

Concerning Davey Adams

DRUST IV

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