At the well 

Bill Boethius Osborn; guitars

Composed, performed, arranged & produced by Bill Boethius Osborn

At the Well

The carnivale of souls has none

Something dies every time the echo stops

The Familiar

Something is waiting, there on the path
Beyond the garden gate
Ill defined and half formed
It wears the darkness like a cloak
Has followed me my whole life  
Ally or sharpshooter? I don't know
House lights on the horizon 
Well they cook the darkness slow
Halloween eyes on the grimaced face of Sardonicus
A distant car tears the blanketing silence
That hangs thick in the air
In the air

We drove in silence
Landscape merged with dark
In the distance I could see
Headlights on a car
Like search lights searching for me
Gaining on us, getting brighter
It put me on edge
The lights arced away into the dark
Swept back again and then
They were gone

Groping in the dark 
Looking for a way out
Where are the keys?
Under the street light?
No! lost out back where there is no light
I search under the street light 
Because it's familiar
I don't find them 
They're not there

The Familiar

a collaboration challenge from @sarahmegahertz >https://soundcloud.com/sarahmegahertz/collaboration-challenge & https://soundcloud.com/sarahmegahertz/collaboration-challenge-2  to which LA~RA CHAOTIXX und 777 MD PLANT @user-454806171 created https://soundcloud.com/user-454806171/disturbed-force-sarah-mhzlara777 to which I added vocals, some noise, mixed the vocals+noise, and did the artwork.

Underneath - Sarah Mega-Hertz | Myrh | LA~RA CHAOTIXX und 777 MD PLANT

Composed, arranged, performed and produced by :
Carlos Vivanco

Nirvana Juice

Raiding Of The Camel

74 4 L

musique: Ownowl   https://soundcloud.com/ownowl

Échevelée, nature,
Allongée de guingois,
Indolente alanguie,
Le souffle imperceptible,
Elle dort.

Sur le cuir étoilé de fumées interdites,
Une mèche égarée à sa paupière close,
La nacre de ses ongles au bout de ses dix doigts
Et des cerceaux de feu sur ses chevilles nues,
Elle dort.

Le soleil aime jouer avec les choses mortes,
Réchauffer les souvenirs.

Il est déjà midi.

Les ombres douce-amères et les extraits de vie
Sont fugaces nuages sur son front si paisible,
Et la lumière serpente jusqu'en haut de ses hanches.

Le soleil se joue des rêves qui trépassent,
S'insinue sous sa peau.

Il est déjà midi.

Le soleil se joue des rêves qui trépassent,
S'insinue sous sa peau.

Je ne sais plus si elle dort.

Il Est Déjà Midi - Ownowl & Luciole Langevine

B11 collab rfurtkamp

A bad person with bad guitars playing really outside weird thirty years gone. Are we not men, or free jazz, or weird noise, or just clueless? Your call.

Recorded improv-style, pseudo-live (no edits to tracks, either it's good or the whole session is pitched), one pass at a time with old, forgotten gear. 

Synths courtesy mistracked guitars via 90s Boss snyth bass units (ME-6B etc), stacked glitchy fuzz pedals, and pitch-shifted harmonizing delay. Newer synthy stuff courtesy Roland GR-55 and all the old toys, plus various Roland keys and a Behringer DeepMind 12.

$29 LFO-enabled rack delays and ART gear from 1991, I love you.

And yes, I spend a lot of time with the red light on.


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Note on available material and web links:

This is my current sketchpad for music as I release it.  I've gotten lazy and generally only post stuff here these days.

Back catalog can be found at the links below.  There are 25+ full length albums, live sets, etc. for free available.  Additional songs available the Google music link (free) or Bandcamp link (also free, put zero in the price unless you're insane).

Something dies every time the echo stops

rfurtkamp

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