Written and recorded in 2006 by Lynes and Davis.

Nowhere to be found...

The delights of parasites

As was, as is, as if...

A pat on the back for making her cum at last.

A reflection of oneself

Live improvised performance from 2016

Haunted by dead friends

I want never gets.

Shooting fentanyl after giving up on shooting stars

Back in 2016 an album was recorded by two friends, one of them an addict that goes by Davis, whom had recently kicked fentanyl addiction, temporarily. The entire time the album was written and tracked, they were both drinking heavily and refusing to use a metronome. What was created faded into oblivion due to the opinion of the person that wrote the music that Davis put his writings to. He saw no value in what they created, believing that their creation was an embarrassment for whatever reason. So upon this notion the work was buried in the past, to be forgotten. They had both previously worked together in three other music projects, one of them was called, A better understanding of nothing. Unlike the music they worked on before this project, which had Davis on percussion and was instrumentals, Davis instead was reciting poetry for the first time ever, despite having been writing it ever since he was small lad. The separation he was enduring back in early 2016 with the mother to his child was the main inspiration for the majority of his writings. Since that time, things have changed dramatically and what was created back then is not as relevant to the lives being lead these days by the creators. Davis did end up getting back with the woman he loved and they shared many more years as a couple; until she passed away shortly after giving birth to their second child. This project that she inspired remained as files that never got opened by anyone for awhile. By the end of the same year these songs were made, Davis and the person that wrote the music went their separate ways. Neither one of them brought out any new music and Davis stopped being involved with creating it altogether and focused only on writing his first novel. The failure of what he had put so much time and effort into left him delusional towards the act of working with others on musical endeavors. The same year the album was recorded and ready to be released, Davis brought his best friend Kevin DiGidominico into the project to perform percussion and help write new music that was to be performed live. (Rest in peace Kevin, you will never be forgotten.) They only had the opportunity to jam together a few times and each get together ended up being an improvisation by the three of them. One of those sessions was recorded and has been uploaded along with the songs that were created to be an album. For some strange reason, Davis just happened to come across the files containing the recordings from 2016 and decided to upload them at last. So now this project that was once lost in the oblivion of a lack of passion for the art that came from that time and place in 2016, has finally been given a home where it can be accessed. So welcome to something Davis always wanted to share that he helped create back when he was drunk.
These sounds which are something from another time and place altogether are now available for your listening pleasure. The Davis you will hear in these songs no longer exists. He diminished because of the sickness of addiction and the loss of loved ones. At least it is now possible for others to finally hear what it was like to be the twenty five year old person that existed back then, who thought the agony he felt from separating with his children's mother was unbearable, nothing could hurt more. At the time it was unfathomable to think of life without her. Now he is aware of what true suffering is. Perhaps he will eventually record new music and poetry reflecting the present tense or whatever. Only time will tell if there is to be more than just what is now found here. 

Isonshō