Experimental thingie made with Korg Volca Keys and a voice recorder app on my phone.

Still making music without a computer. Still not bored.

Bliip.mp3

Experimental squeels, bleeps n bloops. Made with Korg Volka keys and a voice recorder app to record the sound via iPhone.

Squamish.mp3

Experience the bleeps. Made with Korg Volca Keys and a small amount of insomnia.

Cruncher.mp3

Quelcher.mp3

Bwoi.mp3

Reach Out Touch Me.mp3

The future is now. Your space ship is out of fuel, and you’ve crashed landed on a remote, desolate looking planet. Nothing remains of what was once home so many lifetimes ago. Unrecognizable as it is, this is Earth. 

Now what?

4am dirt surfing is your mind and body’s blessed salvation, but you know not to cling too hard to the thrill of the moment, despite craving the healing enjoyment of the escapism it brings. 

There are massive pits and landfills everywhere. The landscape is void of all signs of life, yet still you somehow manage to remain, and earlier hopes of being found and rescued dissipated months ago.

You dream of home, and you dream of electricity and running water. Sometimes you visit the landfills and collect the most interesting pieces of old broken electronics. Some of them, you suspect, may still work, but there is no way to power them on. So you devise elaborate schemes and plans to make your environment more habitable. They’re mostly fantasies, pipe dreams, goals you cannot achieve. But the thought of a future beyond the present moment as it is gives you hope, and that usually keeps the lonesome fears at bay. 

Unbeknownst to you, having arrived to the party quite late, the desert landscapeis the height of perfection. It’s the last paradise. An oasis within a toxic, chemical wasteland of shallow dirt pits, dunes, and landfills. There is garbage everywhere. There are wildfires every day. The burning trash and toxic waste create a sickening smog and when the flaming debris flutters through the air, you can see it as it falls from the sky onto the ground, and you watch in fascinated horror as the ash falls to the ground, burning deep grooves into the dirt as it lands. 

A toxic fire erupts right in front of you, and you run for cover and breathable air, but you can’t seem to escape the forces of wind gusts heaving billowing clouds of toxic, acrid smoke all around you. The stench of burning garbage and acidic ash is not the worst of it.  A flaming piece of debris hits your arm, and you find yourself immediately disfigured and in need of medical attention from the damaging highly flammable debris. There is no doctor. No hospital. No one around for miles. It has been this way every day and night for the last 3 million years. But I digress.


Post apocalyptic cavernous pits are the final resting place for so many now antiquated material objects. 

The horizon is strange looking, due to the fires nearby and the dim glow of some distant sun which is a constant source of light, but always low along the horizon as it never fully rises or sets. 

The sky is bright red, full of smoke and flames, hazy splashes of red and orange embers fall like fireworks and sets the flat, desolate wasteland ablaze. 

Visibility is limited to the red sky, and thick dark clouds of smoke and toxic waste, dirt and garbage, ashes flying though the air accumulate and turn to a downpour of acid rain.

Post apocalyptic cavernous pits, as I mentioned before, are the final resting place for so many now antiquated material objects. This remains true to this day.

Welcome to your final resting place, traveler. Here, you can become the you that you always knew you would be. You are complete. Ash and flames, acid rain, toxic waste. You are now one with the planet.

Ps. I hope this letter finds you well.

DEva.mp3

Alternative version of that one time, head injuries feel weird but they give you superpowers and eventually you get used to it.

One - Time Feeling (salty seaside version)

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Texas based avant-garde experimental artist and anti-musician. Obsessed with abstraction, slapstick comedy, absurdity, and making noise. Non binary. Queer. Perpetually screaming internally. Lover of all animals, especially cats. I might actually be a cat in a flimsy human disguise, but don’t tell anyone.


WEBSITE DISCLAIMER: Don’t go to my website link btw, it’s nothing to do with me and it’s actually kinda too bad that has to happen to my old domain. Yikes.

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