volca Bass + monotron delay, nada especial solo un poco de jam experimentado 

Volca Bass + Monotron Delay 25-1 NOCHE

MOON SHADOWS

The Strange World Of Planet X

VOYAGE   10

The Three Beasts

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the story somehow gets complicated, especially the find in the garage, we'll see how the plot develops further

224-11-07

Found In The Garage

Close Dance

Then She Reaches For The Gun was a one off project, bringing together more than 50 artists from across the globe, releasing an album in late 2022 nomatesensemble.bandcamp.com/album/the-…ely-future But it was so much fun we are back for more.

Flashing My Vagina At Koalas features the following artists:
Ambient Annie - Electronica
Ariad Music - Piano
Belial Pelgrim - Digital Strings
Brendan Corey Benson - Electric Guitar
Carolyn Wigston - Voice
Chicago Word Brigade - Electronica
Dane Renshaw - Drums
Frank Wilke - French Horn
Hakan - Moog Voyager XL
Hverheij- Voice 
Johnny Python- Rocking Outro
Paolo D’Emilio - Electronica
Paul Miller - Keyboards
Sarah Megahertz - Speedway Noise
Scratch Kelly - Electronica 
Ten Atmospheres - Field Recordings/Synths
Thomas Bergheim - Electric Guitar
Tobias Schmitt - Processed Organ 
Widar’s Spiritual Front - Ms Pacman Slasher Sounds
Zanshin - Processed Drums

Mat Ward - Arrangement/Noise/Voice

Then She Reaches For The Gun - Flashing My Vagina At Koalas

In the web of thoughts, threads spiral in patterns unknown_02

It smelled like rats and regret,
a little tranny fluid, Pabst Blue Ribbon,
and cumulative sweat of anticipation.

We were so proud of ourselves—
a dungeon, in our little red garage.
Leather queens, submissive and sadists,
the occasional gang bang.
For us it was nearly heaven.

We had a Saint Andrew’s Cross in the corner.
It leaned slightly.
But not bad for something
built by a college girl who, 
knew her way around a saw and staple gun.
She even stuck around for a while,
For a semester or two, she was one of us.

Our quaint little gang of pervs,
in vinyl nighties and discount fishnets,
we dug up from the mall.
We thought we were so damn exotic.
We were exotic but not in the way we thought.

Rope and flogger falls,
we lived for the rituals.
Word spread beyond our roll up doors.

And then the space got crowded—
setup slaves, cleanup slaves,
kinksters from all around.
We strutted around like
we were a movement.
I didn't tell anyone back then,
but I’d never belonged anywhere
until I belonged to this.

The garage just overflowed,
So we managed to move 
to a warehouse with its own bathroom.
A bathroom! 

We thought we’d made it big.
But legitimacy stole something from us.
New faces, new rules,
people with new ideas,
people with more experience,
less beer, less dirt,
less… whatever that smell was.

And one by one,
the sluts, the freaks, the perverts,
they drifted away.
Some to new dungeons,
others to meetings with acronyms
that don't spell anything.
Some got shackled to less exciting things
careers, churches,
child support payments.

I’m older now. A little colder.
My nylon runs more than it used to.

But every year or two,
my feed lights up
with kids in garages,
spilling out of their own dreams
in a haze of kink and chaos.

I don't often go, 
and when I do
I'm not as excited
as seems appropriate. 
I'm still a perv,
just not as active.
But knowing it’s out there—
that the flag still flies,
that behind someone else’s roll up doors,
there’s a Saint Andrew’s Cross
leaning just a little—
it gets me through the day.


Little Red Garage 12 12 24

Ideas for Mystique Wind 19-11-19.2   83.5bpm

I just changed the band name and URL. I'm not setting off in some radical new musical direction, though I'm leveling up a bit. I'm compiling a book based on the music and the descriptions of music I post here on Sound Cloud. Maybe that doesn't really clarify the reasoning for the change, but that's all I've got right now.

Little Red Garage 12 12 24

MMMMudd

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