Performance by F. Gerard Errante
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Gerrymander, for Bb Clarinet and Computer

A lullaby built from memory and noise.

“Mattie Galliard Ghostride” drifts through galliard rhythm, ambient textures, and ghost-piano in a song for someone who left her shoes by the stairs and never came back.

Mattie Galliard Ghostride

Single from the forthcoming Dope Body album Kunk, Out August 28th!

Dope Body-"Old Grey"

Justin Capps - All Of Our Stories (Original)

A violin concerto in three movements. In this version orchestrated for violin and electronics. The work meditates on sounds of water and rivers, focusing on the San Antonio river named Yanaguana, which roughly translates to "refreshing waters".

Poem for movement II: Rivers flow and refresh
Bring new breath
From fresh waters to new city.

Rush by the steady banks
As sun and moon
Smile evenly 
Riding clouds as ferry
Across your rippling skirt.

Wisps of your hair
Mist the air
As new eyes find you - 
First native,
Then distant,
Then current.

All who find you claim you 
Smiling
Evenly
As they rush past now their banks
Having brought 
New breath
With refreshing waters
To older city.

And cycle. Refresh. Cycle. Refresh. Rush. Refresh. Stagnate.

And cycle. Refresh. Cycle. Refresh. Rush. Refresh. Stagnate.

Who remembers
Refreshing waters? 
They remember
Yanaguana.

I. Fluid

Here's a little track I made so I have something to represent my current sound/production value in a way while I work on bigger releases scheduled for 2017.

If you enjoyed this track please like and share it wherever you can! I'd really appreciate it! Thank you for giving your time to listen to my music, it means a lot.

Composed by David Lopez
Programmed/Recorded, Mixed, Mastered by David Lopez
Artwork: Some picture I took while actually out in the rain, ran through Processing

Shelter In A Rainy Night

Slowly Being Killed Tonight

written by blvsh and noah trapolino
mixed and mastered by hugo nicholson

the sole's got some holes
who can say where theyve been?
oh, where they've sinned?
on the rocks you lay
a worlds away 
cause the sole's got some holes

hirolds and tirolds 
perched upon my throne 
but from one dumb blow
to the head of a low hole
the sole's got some hole's

Sole

stretched jar

MC Debris makes music for broken calculators and haunted spreadsheets—part spoken-word incantation. His work blends esoteric monologue with glitchy beats, channeling the spirit of MF Doom through the logic of a cursed equation. Words drift in and out of meter like they’re dodging something. Nothing’s explained, everything’s felt. “I said to the client, the price is X. I don’t know why—it just feels good.” That’s the doctrine. That’s the math.

Mattie Galliard Ghostride

MC Debris

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