2023-08-23 about time I got this public :)

album on Bandcamp

Blazing Away (2021 remix)

G-Memento Mori

Use. Abuse. Obtuse.

The graphic is panel 7 of a major work called The American Dream, 1969, by Australian artist Brett Whitely. Whitely completed the work while in New York in the late 1960s. He said, commenting on the zeitgeist of the time 'I thought...that there would be a catastrophe beyond anything I could imagine...'.

The American Dream

This is a song I'm very proud of because it's a musical family photo of the first time my son Marshall and I ever played string instruments together. He had just turned 9, and had only been playing the fiddle for about two months. I told him to hit an open D and the E for four beats of two measures, only I didn't say it like that. I just played it for him and he was able to keep a good rhythm for about four minutes! Originally, this song was just him on violin and me on mandolin, but I went back and added some bass, too. I really hope you enjoy my Fathers Day treat. I told him I'd let him know how many people listened to it, and show him the comments. He's come a long way since then, about 7 months ago, but this recording is very special to me, and I really wanted to share it with my SoundCloud family. Thank you so much for giving it a listen, and happy Fathers Day to everyone who is or has a father!

First Ever Marsy-Daddy Fiddle Mando Jam

Brand New Collaboration with the Man that is Lou Osiavo https://soundcloud.com/user-659662265
He really hit my heart with this amazing track , i knew i had to write with him on this. The ultra talented artist who has many aliases , IPG , Level One Up , you get the picture , go give him some love.
Lyrics:-
Now is all we've got and
For now 
We're Present
Wow It's such a concept
That now
Is this moment

Now is all we have
And now is over
Now is all we have
And now is over

"WHEN" is just a flicker
Of light 
My friend
"THEN" is just a glimmer
of hope 
Again

Now is all we have
And now is over
Now is all we have
And now is over

Lou Osiavo & winkandwoo 2023

Now Is Over

Now Is Over - Lou Osiavo & winkandwoo

Dedicated to the genius of Henri Poincaré and Évariste Galois. And also to the many more that feel totally lost in maths.

Ô mathématiques sévères,
où j'ésperais trouver la paix,
loin des passions et des misères...
Logiquement, je me trompais.

Ô mathématiques sévères,
qui accablent mon coeur divisé!
Je multiplie en vain les prières,
sans rien soustraire ou ajouter...

Dans un ruban de Moebius
c'est la même face des deux cotés.
Et, en furetant un peu plus,
on trouve même un Poincaré.

J'apprends la joie et la misère
d'un infini de nullités.
Je ne sais plus ce que j'intègre,
à la dérive pour dériver.

Et je me perds dans les fonctions
sur des espaces insensés,
qui tuent, à coups d'abstraction,
tous mes efforts pour raisonner.

Peut-être tout ce qui éxiste
est juste une probabilité.
Dans l'Univers combinatoire
je suis une possibilité.

Ô mathématiques sévères
ou j'éspérais trouver les lois
placées à l'aube des mystères
par le décret du Roi des Rois.

Dans le vertige des données,
je viens ici crouler par terre,
comptant les morts et les blessés,
les sanglants chiffres de la guerre.

Je sens la plume de Galois
écorchant les feuilles de papier
pour démontrer encore une fois
le desespoir des condamnés.

Ô mathématiques sévères,
où j'ésperais trouver la paix,
loin des passions et des misères...
Logiquement, je me trompais.

0==============0

O severe mathematics,
where I hoped to find peace,
far from passions and miseries...
Logically, I was wrong.

O severe mathematics,
which overwhelm my divided heart!
I multiply my prayers in vain,
without subtracting or adding anything...

In a Moebius strip
it's the same side on both sides.
And, looking around a little more,
we even find a Poincaré. (i.e. a square point)

I learn the joy and misery
of an infinity of nullities.
I no longer know what I am integrating,
drifting in derivation.

And I get lost in the functions
on insane spaces
that kill, with strikes of abstraction,
all my efforts to reason.

Maybe everything that exists
is just a probability.
In the combinatorial Universe
I'm just a possibility.

O severe mathematics
where I hoped to find the laws
placed at the dawn of mysteries
by the decree of the King of Kings.

In the dizziness of data,
I come here to collapse on the ground,
counting the dead and wounded,
the bloody numbers of the war.

I feel the pen of Galois
peeling the sheets of paper
to demonstrate once again
the despair of the condemned.

O severe mathematics,
where I hoped to find peace,
far from passions and miseries...
Logically, I was wrong.

Ô Mathématiques Sévères! (based on L'Envol from Gérald Olivieri)

all instruments by me, real guitar & sax, brass via breath controller !
... I always find titles for pieces like this very arbitrary. Each image creates a different context - here I was inspired by "Ices" for the title :-) ... and if you look at it carefully, you can walk into it :-D
photo: Library of Congress on unsplash

Frozen moments

'little ms. take' 

Harmful: lyrics, vocals
Falsestart: drums, lyrics, vocals, production
Scotty: guitars, bass, lyrics, vocals 

oooohh, Ms. Take
oooohh, she will break.

She’s been stealing spiders from her sister's secret store.
Then she pulls their legs off so they can’t walk anymore.
She knows it’s mean but seeing as it’s not against the law,
she now dreams of legless spiders rolling all around the floor. 

She’s been burning bridges at the bottom of our street.
Fast defrosting fridges spill their guts of rotting meat.
She don’t care cos everywhere she tries to put her feet 
there’s hoards of legless spiders keeping everything upbeat. 

Tarantula and wolf. 
Daddy long legs.
Black widow, brown recluse, 
and Sydney funnel-web.
Pork chops and t-bone steak,
and boneless chicken breast.
Ms. Take makes no mistakes. 
Stakes claims when pickin's best. 

Now she’s soothing spiders, stroking softly where they’re sore.
The spiders seem to like it though they can’t walk anymore.
Cos legs are fine but love's divine and this girl loves 'em more 
than them lonely leggy spiders in her sister's secret store.

now you got no legs 
kill it
your golden eggs
spill it
your face
beat it 
come on ..beg!!
I need it

once-you-know-her 
you-will-loathe-her
you-can’t-slow-her
can't-con-trol-her

little ms. take (with Falsestart and Harmful if Followed)

This is a collaboration with mozawa_*on.soundcloud.com/n3oEo
This collaboration, like the previous ones, involves Moza exchanging basic tracks such as drums, bass, and sequences in file format. I then contribute ideas and proceed to mix them.
Composition by mozawa_*
Composition and Sampling collage by Synline

'Kafka' mozawa_*=Synline

Thirteen tracks. Thirteen voices that dared to break silence.

From Daniel Ellsberg handing over the Pentagon Papers to the modern struggles of Matthew Chenoweth Wright, Blow traces a lineage of whistleblowers who chose truth over comfort, disclosure over complicity. Each track takes its sonic cues from the era and mood of its subject — folk protest, punk defiance, electronic paranoia, glitch-jazz catharsis.

This isn’t a history lesson; it’s a soundscape of risk and revelation. Every whistle blast becomes a note, every secret unveiled becomes rhythm. The album moves chronologically, building a tapestry of courage and consequence: Cold War secrets, corporate scandals, digital leaks, and finally the physicist’s own coda.

Blows aren’t always clean, and neither is this music — it’s urgent, jagged, insistent. These songs remember those who raised alarms when the world wasn’t ready to listen, and they ask: when the next whistle sounds, will you hear it?

Breath

Scotty. (almost) everywhere. Hasty home recordings in between realities while the children are (sometimes) quiet or at their mom's.

little ms. take (with Falsestart and Harmful if Followed)

one man verity show