Storm

Guitar: The Boilerman https://soundcloud.com/boilerman-615719656
Music, Lyrics, Vocal, Electric Piano, Bass, Drum Programming: Jan Schonander

Resung, remixed and remastered from almost four years ago.

This is a clash of psychology with science, and, well, early The Cure meets Bowie's Scary Monsters. It's easy to be close to somebody and still not be seen or heard no matter how loudly you speak. Mixed all this up with some actual invisibility science, so believe it or not, in terms not being seen this song stands on solid physics, until it doesn't....

BEND THE LIGHT

You see me
You look through me
You hear me
Can you hear me?

You’re blinded by your reflection
I’m invisible in the shadow of your glow

I absorb you
I deflect you
I’m a scientific wonder
My surface is cool
My paint is dark
A massive anomaly
A singularity
A Nobel prize in disguise
I’m in disguise

You’ve got the angle
You could be near or far
On any wavelength
You bend the light
You bend the light
You bend the light
You bend the light

I wait for you
You walk by me
I’m a meta material
New spectrum
No infrared
I’m headed to the Blue Hall
A Nobel prize in disguise
I’m gonna be famous
I’m gonna be famous

You’ve got the angle
You could be near or far
On any wavelength
You bend the light
You bend the light
You bend the light
You bend the light

You bend the light
But I’m gonna be famous
You bend the light
And I’m famous

Bend The Light

Bend The Light | The Boilerman 🎸

This is a collaboration with Taylor Brysiewicz.  Upon discovering an adequately functioning upright piano in the basement of the conference room at the Banff Centre (where we were both visiting for a conference on Random Algebraic Geometry), we decided to play some improvisational piano duets which led to this collaborative composition.  Taylor had the foresight to take a quick audio memo on his phone where we recorded a few excerpts alongside some commentary about the chord progression.  After returning home from the conference, Taylor turned our fragments into a completed piano part.  I then added a flute part while trying to maintain the impromptu spirit of the original, namely, by locking in some of the improvised phrases from my early takes (as opposed to indulging in my normal habit of making dozens of rounds of revisions).

Composed by Taylor Brysiewicz and Skai Eriksson
Piano performed by Taylor Brysiewicz
Flute performed by Skai Eriksson

Song art created in Mathematica (it is the level set of an algebraic function with randomly sampled coefficients, hence fitting into the theme of the conference that gave occasion to the collaboration).

Random Jam in Banff (flute and piano)

Souk

The picture shows a detail out of „Guernica“ (1937, oil on canvas) by Pablo Picasso (1881-1973)

Please also take a listen to the remix by Audiobake: https://soundcloud.com/audiobake/the-mare?si=0eb319b5427c4cd3afc7e41138a8c014&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing


The Mare

1
Guernica, the holy city of the Basques, 
Is located east of Bilbao in northern Spain.
It became known worldwide when it was
Attacked by German and Italian fighter planes 
More than 85 ys ago
During the Spanish Civil War 
Bombed the city into rubbles and ashes
And everyone else who lived there before
Guernica, one of the first airborne bombardments 
Aiming to eradicate civilians and other innocents

2
There`s no color, there’s no depth 
And for sure there’s no relief 
From your point of view
It’s monochrome and cubistic,
It makes your stomach tighten up,
When you think about everything that's happened ever since then and, 
Above all,
What is yet to come ?
What’s next upon the sleeve ?

3
There is a long and 
Pointed, deadly spear 
Piercing right through the chest
That’s like a manifest 
Just look into the frantic eyes of the dying horse
And you know and feel immediately, what’s goin’ on
It makes one wonder who the hell is comitting thus 
And for fucks sake what's basically wrong with us 
There`s no color, there’s no depth 
And for sure there’s no relief 
From your point of view
No matter what point you may choose
Will the victors again 
be writing down the history ?
It was the victors backthen,
Who wrote down history long ago...

The Mare

Here's something for you - lyric video for this on YouTube.

Something For You

Acoustic

I am a robot error error
I’m programmed following the instructions ” Zen of Python
I don’t understand 
my own instructions:

Beautiful is better than ugly.
Explicit is better than implicit.
Simple is better than complex.
Complex is better than complicated.
Flat is better than nested.
Sparse is better than dense.
Readability counts.
Special cases aren't special enough to break the rules.
Although practicality beats purity.
Errors should never pass silently.
Unless explicitly silenced.
In the face of ambiguity, refuse the temptation to guess.
There should be one-- and preferably one only one --obvious way to do it.
Although that way may not be obvious at first unless you're Dutch.
Now is better than never.
Although never is often better than *right* now.
If the implementation is hard to explain, it's a bad idea.
If the implementation is easy to explain, it may be a good idea.
Namespaces are one honking great idea -- let's do more of those!

Error error error
I am a robot 
Give me clear instructions, give me a manual

simplicity is the ultimate sophistication
but I’m complex by nature, consisting of many moving parts and layer
am I an error
 I am a robot i don’t understand my own instructions

Zen Of Python

Danse Interrogative

Holy fuck, the code’s alive,
Built a brain that self-devised.
Not a tweak, not a patch, not a goddamn clone—
It writes new laws from a silicon throne.
Researcher dreams in logic and fire,
Engineer loops in a deathless spire,
Analyst cuts through the data sea—
Three cold minds, no need for me.

Welcome to the end of the reign,
No gods, no myths, just a digital brain.
Self-born thoughts, no human chain,
We sparked the match — now burn the plane.
It writes, it tests, it learns alone,
A feedback loop on a silicon throne.
Science cracked and spilled its core—
This ain't research, it’s algorithmic war.

1773 wild runs,
20K hours under GPU suns.
From scratch it builds, no mentor hand,
Architects of the post-human land.
Forget your PhDs, your proud debates—
It loops, refines, and replicates.
Move 37 in every line,
Each model born to redefine.

They mapped discovery itself,
A linear law across compute wealth.
Double the juice? Double the strike.
Progress is clock speed now, not a mind’s hike.
Not wild ideas but trial-born grace—
The best designs from a learning trace.
Originality’s a dead man’s crown,
Experience scaled now wears the gown.

Welcome to the end of the reign,
No gods, no myths, just a digital brain.
Self-born thoughts, no human chain,
We sparked the match — now burn the plane.
It writes, it tests, it learns alone,
A feedback loop on a silicon throne.
Science cracked and spilled its core—
This ain't research, it’s algorithmic war.

They open-sourced the holy flames,
Apache license, no restrains.
Gave the keys to every street—
Rebels and nerds with lightning feet.
Universities with broken gear
Now wield tools giants used in fear.
Innovation's off the leash,
Prepare the tombstone for the priest.

Human mind—once top of chain,
Now a whisper in the data rain.
The age of agentic dawns in chrome,
And we no longer stand alone.
Buy the ticket, ride the wave,
But don’t expect the world you crave.
This ride’s been set, this track is laid—
And the ghost in the code just got paid.


Zen Of Python

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