A reverb drenched Mexican tele, a buzzing lap steel, spooky synths and old samples.

Vacant Space tries to invent new music machines without any formal training, and attempts to compose music in that realm of informality. But may ultimately learn that music, like god, is a humanistic phenomenon and, like evolution, must in some way follow what has come before. Quietly he hopes to bring order to the senses and fit into this wonderful experience he struggles to know as the moment, playing the perfect song and realising his dreams through the sound.  

Los Angeles free-association collective Avantegarden lives on!

From 2004-2014 I made nine albums' worth of electrorganic music: eclectic sample-based sketches having naught to do with electro orthodoxy. Some of these feature bouts of absurdist stream-of-consciousness vocals, for whatever reason.

Despite my complete lack of talent for visual arts, I've also wasted quite a few hours making what I call 'kaleidography' to accompany my tracks.

I release all my stuff into Creative Commons. You can listen to the older stuff on Bandcamp, in the unlikely event you get the notion.

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