loops to process what I liked about what you said.

I Love To Watch You Tear Apart My Wood With Your Hands

A song about choice, structural violence, and infrastructure.

lyrics:

Hey I'm just your taxi
I can drive wild
put on your seatbelt
yeah, I'm your taxi
please pass me your money
through the window in front of you

I guess it's a choice
If passing through my window makes me chooser
I guess I'm a loser here.

Please put on your seatbelt

Taxi

I Don't Know The Depths Of My Cold, Cold Heart (SC mix)

An improvised set to honor the passing of my grandfather Harold. He always seemed to understand me best in the family. When dementia began to set in I began to lose one of the few ways I recognize myself, speaking with him. I have never been able to communicate enough of what I feel for those around me. I only hope this small piece of my soul may communicate what I should have said and maybe even heard in return.

Harold (Live Improv 12.3.2021)

Improvisation recorded on the road in Eugene, Oregon to help process travel.

credits
Song by: Oh Black Sea
Performed by Oh Black Sea
Video by Michael Blacksea
Mix by Michael Blacksea

Recorded at That Guest Room in Eugene, OR

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Close My Eyes Audio (A.R. Cover)

If Only You Were Lonely (Replacements Cover)

Stuck in the superfluous zone between the academy's constructed hyper-literacy and pop-music's hyper-illiteracy. In love with short-lived reactionary genres. Vivid memories of the nineties, vivid hallucinations of Thatcher-era London.
Music about refusal and structural violence.

Guitars, drum machines, and samples hoping to sound like CAN or the 'mats but never actually doing that.

Oh Black Sea

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