He's reduced me to paranoia!

Somatic paranoia

Wound up with the matrix of 

My personal Saturn

A Christ In The Throngs of Christs-Tangling

Over Not Nary A Thing But Death Itself Will They Even Touch A Hair On The Head Of My Children

That depth of protection 

Terminally turns against my open breath

Through the care of the adipose

Fat overtakes strike upon bone

So that these black ringlets on the thick of my left hand’s middle finger

Running on the phalanx base past the carpals and above the lower digital knuckle

Tell me in my night time slumber the woes of this day’s light decayed

And I become ash

And the rust of us drops to phlegm

For no bone understands their piercing 

Their burn by air nor their punk by time

Sinews do not recall even one battle of 

Dribbled mucous and cracking blood 

with the thunderous clouds of pollen felicity 

amongst the collard-patched sandy yellowhills 

Dusts they carry when their water is no more they do not even recognize 

This bone in my brain I have

You gave though you didn’t have

And baby, this bone feeds too 

And on what? There is no knowledge.

Nothing but this whale,

Oh lord

There is no stretch or scrimmage ordained

Thought is illicitry

Speech is illicitry 

Sobs as the asbestos does its work on it

The bright of two eyes cross Oolong glass cradled by suicide nets 

to heat metal for warm tea to dip foam breadcrust

Africa finally breaks to feign spinal catastrophe

Where homo backs lock cold upon soil

Together we donkeying this stripped world

Shellshocked daddies canker our view

Waving hot bone of ox against dry bone of mammoth to assure that Aggliostrxo will remain parted from me

He and his Fresca face remain stone to me 

And I actually got a bone where actual sense should be

Low in the human zoo

Fat overtakes strike upon bone

Blue for nothing but this whale, oh lord

Only the graven embrace of combs

Inlaid fancy in my iron chest’s solemnity

Can stand to stand any of it

I bow my head and clasp my hands above this box

I whisper, Aggliostrxo, a wish that this cheat finds its way to you

As fanfare for the touch of our sorrows

Over which Urania-glow is to be in falters.

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Doechii Crazy Xtend Paparazzi Blastula Tde Luv Mx Aka How It B When U Lrn Ur Hplgrp C (UNSLMX011)

for Performer with a (Monosylabic) Name, Floor Tom and Electronics

Title Is The Name Of The Performer.Audio - Petre Mihailescu (2021, HfM Dresden)

The sound a baby receives from the mother’s body, the lullaby that a mother sings, the baby’s heartbeat that a mother first feels, the dream that keeps recurring back from childhood...This piece is inspired by my observation of motherhood. It is a song of birth.
Every mother shares the role of a daughter. It is fascinating for me to see how being a mother changes the way someone uses to communicate with their mother, and also interesting to see how a mother changes the way of talking to their child when they finally realize the kid has grown up. All their emotions from experiencing the change of roles merge into very subtle, but very impactful details in life. The text of this song is extracted from the Chinese phrase “Hao Ma? (好吗)” It means: how are you doing, or is this ok? After many years of living apart from my family, my mother never calls me unless I call her because she is worried about disturbing me. This phrase is usually a “secret code” that she messages to attempt to see if I am free. I break and restructure the syllable the phrase “Hao Ma?” into fragments. In this case, they no longer have literal meanings. Just like the message from my mother — restrained, indirect, but infinite.

2023 workshop with roomful at Rice

Welcome to the World

Liquid

Singer: Hwaet—
	O  how sweet to be alone together,
	To hold you by my little finger,
	Ye maundering many, roll thickly to me.

	I feel asleep yet I’m awake
	I see mine own body there

	Is this thing on? I’m live – yet, a flicker –
	Something’s off – my measure – 
	Can I be – ? No! I’m still to emerge

Yama: (Unheard by Singer) Tra la ha, ha, ha, poor heart…



Singer: Why this glassy tremor? World, hear my flame
	of voice, a star in a rude dream!
	Why do you freeze and start?

	Do you like? Like? You?
	Do you know me? Near? You?
	Why do you speak as if I am not?

Yama: Bravo!

Singer: Listen!

Yama:		I do.

Singer:			You’ll like it!

Yama:						Quite true.

Singer: 		Why –

Yama:			Ohh, I hear.

Singer: 					Who in hell? – 

Yama: Ay, we mown syngen…
	I am the Lord of Death, and
	To thee I be i-bowndyn. 

	(Aside) Ti’s always the singers.
	Oh, surely not still and silent now?
	Thy time has come!


Singer: Great God, to die so young!
	Alas! Woe is me! O, untimely demise!
	Hundreds of thousands of followers – 
	None hears, none sees. 

Yama: Ha! Thou! Think me small?
	I have followed thee day and night,
	Hungry, hungry – 
	Now I have come with my henchmen
	To drag thee to a hell of thy very own making!

Singer: But I’m a star-to-be, yet to sing
	In the world’s every opera house!

Yama: Enough dole and rhyme: thy time, time, time! 

	(We’ve a train to catch! You know, one nice thing about Hell
	is that all the trains are on time! so with that:)

	Wilt thou grant me this dance?

Yama: Fear not, thy light will not grow dim:
	Hell is full of opera houses, cacophonies unceasing.  Hell’s operas seem eternal and far-reaching
	I promise thee circles packed to the brim
	Of riveted souls all adding to thy din!

Singer: You’re taking me from my adorers, 
	Their hearts will shatter – 

Yama: Ay, they followed thee on earth,
	And soon will all follow thee here.
	I should thank thee for a full house: a venue drear! 
	Henchmen, if ye will.

Singer: But they await my new Record–
	Wagner, Verdi, Puccini 

Yama: O, I already have thine every uttered sound,
	Each word, trill, and hum, i’ th’ round
	Of one finger’s whorl: a most sorrowful pressing
	A dirge pulsing thine heart to me.

Singer: Ay me, my heart, my ash’n singeing heart!
	I must warn all of this miserable place – 


Chorus: Music is a gift we love
Give’ to us by Love itself
To give to others who dwell below
What soars far in Heav' above

So use your voices 
gently, sweet 
Don’t speak words
of unneeded grief 

For our speak is but one 
life long song 
So give to all freely 
This gift of throng

This piece is a danse macabre about an opera singer who believes they are just in another performance only to realize they have fallen into the clutches of Yama, the Lord of Death, and their henchmen. The singer realizes that no matter how loud they sing, no longer are they heard. They see their own body laying before them. Dismayed to lose all of their following, Yama comforts them saying ‘they followed you on earth and soon will follow you here’. All the efforts of their life, accolades, and other meaningless titles, are now all fading away as they are lead to a Hell of their own making. 


libretto by Huw Edwardes-Evans and Paul Mortilla
				      
Daniela Machado, Soprano
Huw Edwardes-Evans, Narrator
Aimes Cass, Flute/Piccolo
Eden Balsano, Flute/Piccolo
Anne Pinkerton, Oboe 
Najee Greenlee, Clarinet
Jake Glaser, Bass Clarinet
Michail Thompson, Trumpet
Kiran Samuel, Trombone
Oliver Dubon, Tuba
Riley Wendt and Sam Rachleff, Percussion
Lisa Kazami, Jacob Schafer, Lucy Hamilton, Mathew Lammers, Daniel Cho, Violin 
Nick Lindell, Camille Cole, Viola
Emma Webb, Ryan Babe, Eamon Riley, Cello
Damien Blättler, Electric Bass
Tian Qin Piano
Katie Dobbs, Olivia Bennet, Andrew Fulkenberry, Joanna McDonald, Lindsay Feldman, Angela Ortiz, Claire Morton, Victor Cui, Ben Tallcott, Chorus
Players from Gamelan of the New Moon, Gamelan
Paul Mortilla, Conductor

"a star in rude dream..."

From the album "Gasp" out March 26th on Orange Milk Records
PRE-ORDER: https://orangemilkrecords.bandcamp.com/album/gasp

Whisper Slap

My Desire For You Is To Stop Being A Fuck Wad

Recorded live at A M O K #4 16th July 2019

Improvisation with Prepared Cor Anglais (Amongst Nature)

In the summer of 2019 I was asked by @gaia-blandina to be part of her installation "Baby Come Home". I was to go up a tiny staircase into a church tower, and make as much sound as I could for as long as I could, alone in a small room. It was a genuinely transformative experience - focussing on loudness and saturation over any conventional "musical" content slowly led me to types of playing which I'd never accessed before, and sounds I didn't know my instrument was capable of creating.

I recorded parts of the performance for replaying the next day, when I wasn't available to do it live. In this upload, I've layered some of these recordings into a sound-mass, which I think captures something of the spirit of the original performance.

Baby Come Home (Sound-Bath Supercut)

50% of the money made from this album goes to Black Lives Matter, and the other 50% goes to the George Floyd GoFundMe campaign - you can donate on Bandcamp here: https://xenharmonicgod.bandcamp.com/album/-

This is an electronic odyssey of postmodern EDM that is guaranteed to knock you off your feet in some capacity, featuring some of the most searing xenharmonics and xenrhythmics that have ever been conceived. The actual track titles are each around 96,000 characters long (named with the tuning and then emoticons), but Soundcloud limits it to 100 characters. On my YouTube channel, you can see the full titles as scrolling text along to the album (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WXD_s3Vf1T4&t=6162s)

To get the 1080-page track notes (which contain the full titles as well as extensive information on how all of these tracks were made), you can do one of two things: (1) either leave a review on this album on Banadcamp that a spambot couldn't replicate, and I'll send them to your Bandcamp account, or (2) donate to my podcast on Patreon, where there's a post with the liner notes (Two links to liner notes are here) www.patreon.com/posts/38283153
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If you left a review but aren't following me on Bandcamp, I'm unable to DM you using the Bandcamp Artists app, so in that situation you could either (1) starting following me on Bandcamp (2) send me a messsage via Bandcamp's contact form or (3) contact me on other social media. To get your track notes.

released June 16, 2020, on Bandcamp
released June 21, 2020, on Soundcloud

Special thanks to:
Augustus Arnone (for mixing & mastering)
Sevish (for hosting on split-notes, interviewing me on Now&Xen)
Jacob Barton (for interviewing me on Now&Xen)
Jude Thomas (for having album on Xen Radio)
Doug Blumeyer (theory about L and s, edharmonic scale)
Amanda Cole (sine wave ideas)
Joe Monzo (For exchanging ideas)
Paul Erlich (For temperament and imaginary tuning talk)
Oceania Tardigradia (Imaginary tuning help)
Löis Lancaster (cameo in track 10)
Amy Coleman (for guest starring in tracks 4, 10, and 11)
H. Wakabayashi (piano sample in track 19)
Emoji Mashup Bot (on Twitter)

"a star in rude dream..."

Unstruck Records

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