This is a soundcloud account i created to publish a couple of tracks that my childhood friend, Victor, made. (didn’t put name, i guess u can call it user… ) He loved making music (especially drone and noise), and he made a couple of great stuff without publishing it (he was very shy)
 
Unfortunately (and, i guess you could say ironically) the only one i could find was this track : « skin father ».
 
When we were 14, Victor had a car accident with his father. 
The car caught fire and hit an obstacle. Victor survived with very few injuries, but his father was violently thrown against the windshield and consumed by the flames. His skin was rough, brown and black like a steak. There was a hideous scorched pulpit smell. His pupils had burned, his hands had burned, his clothes were scorched, but the worst was that the pieces of glass had sunk into his faces, forming a wound resembling a distorted smile. As you might guess, Victor was traumatized by this.
 
A couple of weeks after the accident, Victor told me that, every night, he could see his father watching through the window of his bedroom. Except that this vision of his dad had the scars of the crash. And so Victor named it the « skin father ». He said that it was watching him with his wicked smile and his empty eyes, standing outside, doing nothing but watch. Slowly, it had gone from bad to worse. Victor was scared of windows, he couldn’t sleep if he hadn’t make sure that nobody was there (he could turn around in his room for hours, making sure again and again that nobody was looking through the window). 
He was also obsessed with the skin father, drawing it on his schools books, only speaking about it and he was getting more and more associal. He was divided by his father's love and the horror of his wounds. It was getting difficult to keep in touch with him.
Even after seeing multiples psychiatrist and taking meds, he was obviously losing his sanity.
 
And one night, he snapped. He woke up, and started making this track. Apparently, the skin father was watching him while making the song. He also said he could hear him speak. After he completed, he went to the bathroom, took a razor, and attempted suicide. Hopefully his mother was there to stop him. He was alive, but sadly his mind was gone. He had to be sent to a mental hospital, and it wasn’t just PTSD at this point. The amount of stress had made him demented : he was officially declared schizophrenia. He had hallucinations of the skin father everywhere, he was hearing him speaking in his mind and he kept screaming most of the time. After a couple of years i stopped visiting him at the asylum, i couldn’t take it anymore.
And to be honest, even though he is still alive at this day, he remains dead inside to me.
 
So i wanted to make a tribute to my friend, by posting music i found in his laptop (for the moment, only this one, i think he might have deleted all the others).
Take a listen if you want, but i don’t think you’re gonna enjoy it.
Personally just can’t listen to that. It always brings the memory of the car crash and… it.

Skinfather

This is a soundcloud account i created to publish a couple of tracks that my childhood friend, Victor, made. (didn’t put name, i guess u can call it user 61) He loved making music (especially drone and noise), and he made a couple of great stuff without publishing it (he was very shy)
 
Unfortunately (and, i guess you could say ironically) the only one i could find was this track : « skin father ».
 
When we were 14, Victor had a car accident with his father. 
The car caught fire and hit an obstacle. Victor survived with very few injuries, but his father was violently thrown against the windshield and consumed by the flames. His skin was rough, brown and black like a steak. There was a hideous scorched pulpit smell. His pupils had burned, his hands had burned, his clothes were scorched, but the worst was that the pieces of glass had sunk into his faces, forming a wound resembling a distorted smile. As you might guess, Victor was traumatized by this.
 
A couple of weeks after the accident, Victor told me that, every night, he could see his father watching through the window of his bedroom. Except that this vision of his dad had the scars of the crash. And so Victor named it the « skin father ». He said that it was watching him with his wicked smile and his empty eyes, standing outside, doing nothing but watch. Slowly, it had gone from bad to worse. Victor was scared of windows, he couldn’t sleep if he hadn’t make sure that nobody was there (he could turn around in his room for hours, making sure again and again that nobody was looking through the window). 
He was also obsessed with the skin father, drawing it on his schools books, only speaking about it and he was getting more and more associal. He was divided by his father's love and the horror of his wounds. It was getting difficult to keep in touch with him.
Even after seeing multiples psychiatrist and taking meds, he was obviously losing his sanity.
 
And one night, he snapped. He woke up, and started making this track. Apparently, the skin father was watching him while making the song. He also said he could hear him speak. After he completed, he went to the bathroom, took a razor, and attempted suicide. Hopefully his mother was there to stop him. He was alive, but sadly his mind was gone. He had to be sent to a mental hospital, and it wasn’t just PTSD at this point. The amount of stress had made him demented : he was officially declared schizophrenic. He had hallucinations of the skin father everywhere, he was hearing him speaking in his mind and he kept screaming most of the time. After a couple of years i stopped visiting him at the asylum, i couldn’t take it anymore.
And to be honest, even though he is still alive at this day, he remains dead inside to me.
 
So i wanted to make a tribute to my friend, by posting music i found in his laptop (for the moment, only this one, i think he might have deleted all the others).
Take a listen if you want, but i don’t think you’re gonna enjoy it.
Personally just can’t listen to that. It always brings the memory of the car crash and of Victor.

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