Mark Duffield: voice, words, vocal production @markduffieldcollaboration

Jonathan Beckenstein: instruments, music

The Games (featuring Mark Duffield)

Wain Higgins here from Northern California. Most of our music is in the category Playlist at the top. Then there's more if you dig for it. May your day find time for kindness to others and music to dance to. Build Compassion, not walls.

All music, songs, lyrics and artwork are original, unless noted. No AI used, I have spent a lifetime learning.
Collaborations welcome.
 I advise playing on a good Hi-Fi or at least good headphones, otherwise you will miss all the lower frequencies and  only hear half of the music : )

I follow my instinct, 
you don't have to follow back.

A laboratory with an open bar and floating altar. Come on in! 

Here are various solo and collaborative projects - songs, soundscapes, live looped solo guitar improvisations. 

This project used to be called "imaginary friends", but it became too real for that name, as did many of you.

I hope you enjoy something you find here. Do feel free to be in touch, you never know what might happen.  

I also invite you to attend @hypnopompetus, a duo project with the illustrious Cheesemont Paisley-Paisley https://soundcloud.com/sel-sync, and Fictive Sisters, a transatlantic band with  the incomparable Wheelwright https://fictivesisters.bandcamp.com/album/immaculate-distraction.

This is a second account for https://soundcloud.com/henry1111111111111111111 for uploading future material and reposting.
https://henrybohan.bandcamp.com/

Guitarist and composer John Reidar Holmes creates moody and dream-like ambient music. His particular sound is shaped using modular synthesizers and treated electric and acoustic guitars.

I could scream my secrets to the world.. 
The wind would soon tear them, scattered syllables.. The sea, in her roarings, would drown the phonemes, each wave an intonation.. 
You would wonder where this noise comes from, which evokes a voice, in an ever foreign language..
August 2011
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Je pourrais crier mes secrets, au monde.. 
Le vent aurait tôt fait de les déchirer, syllabes dispersées.. La mer, dans ses grondements, en noierait les phonèmes, chaque vague une intonation.. 
Tu te demanderais d'où vient ce bruit, qui évoque une voix, dans une langue toujours étrangère..
Août 2011

