Erika. Cold. [Coughing.] Throat. Rest. Death.

Otaku

sort of
a remix?
of captain murphy's between friends

but now it's about some person's futility and anxiety about vague existential threats posed by scary huffington post world news articles that this person half-reads and maybe one-quarter-understands

Between Strangers

dag
almost forgot about thisn


Cash Out - Cashing Out + The Refreshments - Yahoos and Triangles, (more commonly known as the King Of The Hill theme)

i have no excuse. i was humming Cashing Out one day, and King of the Hill happened to be on. so i had to do this then. i have one excuse.

Miscegeny (interlude)

tl;dr - i did some fancy formal grammar and probability theory stuff to make this sometimes chimy-atmospheric sometimes really-acerbic-and-abrasive thing(made of samples and some synthesized materials) and copped the general form of a Bach thing in doing so to prove that i can do maths with music

based on one piece in James Rosenquist's Winter Fence series. piece for suspended nails+hammer, metal pipe, fingernails on piezo-miked nailfile, samples triggered in PureData--all processed w/ PureData sampler, granularizer, pitch shifter, and spectral delay i done gone made. also some stochastic shit for triggering xenharmonic shit and spatialization shit in the greater scheme of triggering shit that's also stochastic in terms of the general type of thing that happens, the scheme greater modeled after Allegro movement of No. 5 in D major, BWV 1050 i swear.

samples:
"Pro Nails" by Kid Sister (Kanye remix)
"Closer" by NIN
Snippet from the needle torture scene in Takashi Miike's "Imprint"
Ms. Snoop talkin about that bulked up nailgun in that one episode of The Wire

1point875nails - To James Rosenquist

DEFEAT will END soon

Dork shit:
~Perc section is playing 5 over four. Odd tuplet sampler made in Pd. Might post link to patch somewhere, when the patch is totally debugged and even slightly user-friendly.
~Sample from "What Do You Want the Girl to Do?" by Allen Toussaint (go listen to that shit like now, stop listening to my shit)

Shine me.

[so that you know: descriptions of sexual violence, consensual and non-consensual, abound in these lyrics.]

weeks without showering empower the foul things growing round the follicles, leave urethra smoldering. ass amassing dingleberry danglers in tangled ringlets. flea-bitten genitals, it's time for egress. home a tomb, room a coffin, body rot alive. sunlight slides off, patina of grime shines. pleasures of the flesh InsIpId, tryna find sublime debauchery, crying, trying for that virgin slime. melange of piss and jizz within a flippant lid, so "to the shithouse" is the concomitant bid. getting naughty in the public potty, got the vapors sounding with sandpaper, pisshole open to vein [vain?] neighbors. but you couldn't see her like her flesh is reddish-green when she's creeping through crowds injecting veins with vasoline, and shooting her clit through dicks. she can always stick it further. finna slip into yer crib just slingin straight murder, like: slappin yer cabbage. can't tell if yer dying of blood loss or brain damage. damnededest savage crying tears of blood of joy eating brain salad. hit you right above yer upper lip, hit you right below yer lower lip, til yer teeth slip thru. ziptie to your neck fit. finna have a fit when you can't undo the loop. plus, did i tell you she don't give not a single solitary shit bout the world, the future, neither pearls nor lucre, fuck a luger.

she unholsters her sidearm, shoves it up yer rectum real slow, gets right up to yr ear and whispers:

"babe say 'da da,'
knave say 'blah blah,'
slave say 'baa baa'-- i
bite into the ribcage
of the body politic. skin split, bone slip i'm spitting dental chips. spirit flowing fulla bits of teeth to rip yer whole shit. corrosion from carotid to the brain. we all retarded and insane. enough narcotics in the veins to cease, clog, and clot what's in the veins, that stuff embalming our remains before we drop this whole charade... afraid. the world's so brave, i long for the grave that's big enough for each of its citizens. until the day i find my way to it, i'm gonna pray upon the makings of my brain: the pure and unwitting. here in this place, time and space do just what i say. guess it's a waste that this is what i done with it. wanna create some positive waves. it ain't that i'm lazy, just far too fatigued to do that uplifting."

[DEFEAT EP will fill out in a couple weeks]
[notes: I sampled Idris Ackamoor's "Africa" on this'n]

Overheat.

Geek ish:
~Samples from "Cosmos" by Yoko Kanno + The Seatbelts, and "Land of Eternal Song pt. 3" by Idris Ackamoor (and the Pyramids, maybe? Anybody know?)

DEFEAT is the only remedy for DEFEAT.
Couple of weeks.

Bloodless dimension.

I was hammered down to Hell for my indecisiveness.

One Bell

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