You may notice some similarity to „Charlie”, song by The Mysterious Town of Oak Hill. 

There's nothing violent and dreadful about this one. Since I had no idea how to name it, I've opened the book of stories by H. P. Lovecraft at random page (again), and read the part of sentence that goes like this. It's from „The Shadow Over Innsmouth”.

Violently Dreading the Fall of Night in This Decaying and Half-Unlighted Town

„Then I looked on all my works that mine hands had wrought, and on the travail 
that I had labored to do: and behold, all is vanity and vexation of the spirit: and 
there is no profit under the sun“.  
(Ecclesiastes, 2:11)

Inexplicably the man know as Dred Fouglas was born in the year 1913 to two women. In some strange way, they both gave birth to each half of his body. He was rightfully left in the woods at birth. In 1917 he was first documented crafting a stringed instrument from bailing twine and shovels. Feared by the town, he was persecuted and declared a "sheehogue" and a "vargulf" despite having 1 confirmed kill against a werewolf.  He fled the town to become an extra in the Roman Polanski film "Rosemary's Baby". Several years later he read from the Naturom Demonto in East Tennessee and began writing songs that are responsible for at least 13 killings. He now resides with his wife and 24 children in the suburbs of Port Banguss, Maine, smoking his pipe and writing gloomy music is his mildewy garage.

I'm a gay asshole that makes gay asshole music. 

I run Milksack Records.

Find me on Spotify: https://sptfy.com/incest-princess

Hello and thank you for dropping by.

Thank you very much to everyone who takes the time to listen, like and share my noises. I am extremely grateful. My apologies if I take a little while to respond to those that leave nice comments.

I like listening to music, making simple, tunes when I have time, and generally faffing about in an inefficient manner. Hopefully you might like something on offer here. 

I use a Hinkler Cigar Box guitar (about $30 from Aldi, great fun), a Flying V ukulele, a couple of old keyboards, other bits and bobs, and a Yamaha tenor saxophone.

Thank you for visiting my profile!
Any comments are appreciated.
If you want to share or repost my tracks, please do. 

I enjoy listening to music shared by others here, often through the FEED. The people I follow therefore partly influence what I listen to. Many thanks to those who share music I love discovering! Unfortunately, I can't continue following people who flood my FEED with a daily stream of music I don't want to hear.
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On most recordings you hear me play and sing on my own, but I also work together with other people.

The Razor Jane link leads to a collaboration with my friend Meindert Jansma

Silicone Kids was a band I played guitar in, in the early 90's.  The Silcone Kids profile holds a lot of old tracks and also some tracks that were recorded during a reunion rehearsal in 2021.

"Live where your heart can be given and your life starts to unfold." – Tommy Hall.

#experimental #improvisation #nowave #stoner #psych #kraut #noiserock #punk #folklore.

Adam Majdecki-Janicki (1985) has been writing poetry, lyrics, composing, playing, and recording since 1998. His most important achievements to date include his debut poetry collection “Siva in Rags” (Kendra Steiner Editions, USA, 2008), the vinyl and CD “Second Hand Man” (Mimics Cool, Poland, 2011), the CD-R and vinyl “Stoned Gypsy Wanderer” (Kendra Steiner Editions, USA, 2014 / Ramble Records, Australia, 2021), the experimental/ambient album “Eimi” (Snow in Water Records, France, 2020), the vinyl album of his group Säure Adler (Ramble Records, Australia, 2021), and countless other physical and digital releases worldwide.

A.J. Kaufmann—wandering bard of Poznań, sonic druid of the cassette realm. Born under a vinyl moon during a lo-fi storm, raised by spectral mixtapes and surreal dreams. He’s conjured 200+ albums while debating invisible muses and sipping metaphor tea. Writes like a mystic, sings like a caffeinated oracle. May or may not be part mushroom. Proceed with headphones.

Violently Dreading the Fall of Night in This Decaying and Half-Unlighted Town

mk(x)nd