A new recorded alternative of my earlier "Kraft". Just strings and my soul.

Kraft II

JUMPRAVA dziesma "Upe" no 1986.gada koncertieraksta

JUMPRAVA "Upe" (1986.gada koncertieraksts)

NEW DRONE  I

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDu4995AxMrmCfCV89cOMtE7-R3ZjforW

Obsesión

In February of 2022, as Storm Eunice worked its way across the UK, two people, namely Greig Baird and his partner Susie Baird set out for a rare weekend away on the North Coast of Devon. The weather was rough, but life affirming. The North Devon coast spectacular and dramatic; made more so by the waning storm.

This collection is a set of sonified memories; moments in a particular location at a particular time. A creative recalling. A set of sound postcards if you will.

For Susie. As always, thank you. I love you.

Special thank you to Uma Baird.

Thank you to Brad Deschamps and Polar Seas Recordings.

Also a big thank you to James Bernard.

written and produced by Greig Baird 
mastered by James Bernard at Ambient Mountain House 
photography, design and layout by Greig Baird

psr-066

A Shared Place

No Words Needed

'No Words Needed' - A Shared Place - [Polar Seas Recordings, 2023]

Untitled (25/08/23)

Warmth (Tape Wash) | Album 'WARMTH'

This one's a year old - needs a lot of work, but I'd love it if you managed to listen to the whole song - I love the end bit, but feel it only kicks in the way it's meant to if you make it through to where I change the pace somewhat ... 

where a heart should be

And there's just a hole in the chest of the saint where his heart should be
And there's just no truth in anything the lord would see
The sins of the preachers, the sins of the judges remain unseen
And there's just a hole in the chest of the saint where his heart should be


And there are just the words I used to rely upon
A god's instructions taking me to where I belong
And yet I see a world so full of hate and bigotry
A world where lies destroy all trust and democracy


Feverish thoughts in paranoid minds 
A politician's strategic lies, 
Designs to bypass democracy
Attempts to repeat history

where a heart should be

New Dawn

An album of sound collage experiments I recorded almost 20 years ago that I recently found again. This is the first time these pieces have been released since I recorded these pieces in 2002 to 2003.

Fragments

Outrageously expressive vocalist and dancer, regrettably trapped in the tone-deaf body of a cage fighter - hence eternally death-embracing Goth
Deeply religious, yet extremely critical of a clearly unfinished project - Lord, what were thee thinking?
According to many, blasphemous, as I do not oppose a certain fallen angel. It just seems so obvious to me that this creature ('creation, see what I did there?), is just as necessary as the dear Lord himself - and is still trying to clean up some of the mess left behind. I think...
There are times when I've been known to express political thoughts, but only ever to desperately call for revolution and/or declare violence as acceptable as long as it is directed at fascists (and only as long as the good lord does not himself deal with these dickheads by bestowing upon them erectile disfunction and reserving them special rooms in hell). 
Strictly for freedom, opportunity, love, food, shelter, education, health, empathy and dreams. For a true, science based and supported, social democracy. Absolutely not in favour of any form of dictatorship, be that fascist or socialist. However, and to be clear - I am not somewhere in the middle, nor on a fence ;)

Musically, I like to think that I am influenced by classical music, as well as death and doom metal, gospel, blues, country, 80's pop, east-german 80's punk, gothic rock, Enya and, of course, Abba, however, when I listen to the stuff I churn out when I'm experiencing just the right level of depression, I can't help but be reminded of classics like 'Da Da Da' by Trio or 'I'm too sexy for my shirt' by Right Said Fred.
I'd love to liken my voice to heroes like David Bowie, Nick Cave, Blixa Bargeld, Peter Murphy, Andrew Eldritch, Dave Gahan, Marc Almond, Peter Steele and so many other real singers out there, but have to honestly say that, by carefully resisting the need to actually hit notes befitting the underlying musical arrangements, harmonies and ambience, I've managed to create a perfectly detuned and emotionally confused, yet consistently dislikeable style of my own. I wish I could say it grows on you ...

As all my remaining friends despair of my tyrannical tendencies (proudly displayed by diva-like tantrums) when participating in collaborative attempts to achieve somewhat melodious and/or rhythmic proclamations, I tend to squeeze these out all by my lone self. Should anyone out there feel capable (and inspired) to deal with an eternally intoxicated (by his own ego) and therefore very very angry individual, that (who?) is yet confusingly happy to sensually scream along any old tune (that does not glorify fascism), then please get in touch. 

Also happy if you get in touch if none of the above makes any sense to you, but you do like one or two of my songs - there must be someone out there ...

Thank you kindly for stopping by...

'Being humble dictates that I tell you not to take my music and words too seriously - but I don't mean it!' (Rausch, Psalm 384 (or thereabouts), 2021)

where a heart should be

raging rausch

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