William A Ferguson: guitars, bass, electronic percussion.

Vocals by Suno.ai

Hey, Substack fam! Buckle up, because I’ve got a fresh track for you that’s as real as it gets. Inspired by a spicy X post I stumbled across, I cooked up a country pop banger called “You Can’t Filter The Truth”—and it’s here to throw some shade at the gap between online fantasies and cold, hard reality.

If you’re tired of the digital smoke and mirrors, this one’s for you.

You Can’t Filter the Truth

Untitled (Read My Mind)

Only God (Intro)

This Album Is maked by ARTIST: Whiskey Roses (Anamaria Shevchenko) Produced By: Qimer Kholo. Saxsaphone (Matee)


Velvet

Unbreakable Ties

[Verse]
Copper gears hum in the deep blue glare
My goggles fog with the briny air
The steam pipe whistles
A lonesome tune
Beneath a brass-tinged afternoon

[Prechorus]
Through spyglass cracked and rimmed with rust
I glimpse the future
I taste the dust

[Chorus]
Islands on the horizon
Resplendent
Promises of dreams
Luminescent
Do they rise from dreams or sinking land
Islands on the horizon
I’ll take my stand

[Verse 2]
Pipes drip echoes of the engine’s groan
The sea’s a clockwork beast
All teeth and bone
A zephyr bites
It chills my skin
But my heart’s a boiler
Roaring within

[Chorus]
Islands on the horizon
Resplendent
Promises of dreams
Luminescent
Do they rise from dreams or sinking land
Islands on the horizon
I’ll take my stand

[Bridge]
Ropes creak like whispers
The mast sways low
What treasures wait where the wild winds blow
A clock ticks faster
The hour draws near
Do we conquer fate or bow to fear

[Chorus]
Islands on the horizon
Resplendent
Promises of dreams
Luminescent
Do they rise from dreams or sinking land
Islands on the horizon
I’ll take my stand

Land of a Thousand Islands

A soulful groove about finding meaning in the smallest things. Pocket Change blends funk and neo-soul with reflective lyrics about the little treasures in everyday life. Another chapter in Bobby Ticklez's Coffee Shop Bangerz project.

Pocket Change (Remix)

Can you  Do you

Sweet Home Comin’
This suite is a testament to return — not to nostalgia, but to reclamation. It maps the emotional terrain of exile, memory, and spiritual homecoming through cipher rap etched with soul and ambient folk textures. The barred gate in the jungle stream becomes a central motif: symbolizing both obstruction and passage, a surreal checkpoint between colonial rupture and ancestral reconnection.
The lyric moves through:
Displacement and silence — verses that reflect on lost lineage, broken geographies, and the quiet ache of belonging
Ancestral invocation — Akan phrases, sonic motifs, and melodic slack that summon cultural memory
Emotional testimony — not performative grief, but strategic vulnerability, carved in cadence
Reclamation — the final movement flips the gate into a portal, declaring that home isn’t behind us — it’s being rebuilt in cipher

Sweet Home Comin’  #Soul-infused Cipher Rap Ambient Folk

MELANCHOLY  (creeps in slowly)

Man catches woman kissing another man; he's not impressed. But now he's depressed so he writes a song to tell the world. You should listen to his sad story. :) 

Blues are Made for Bad News: Blues goes dream pop

I'm currently sitting on several thousand dollars of recording and mastering software, along with a shit ton of virtual synthesizers and virtual guitars (no, I don't actually play a real guitar, or a bass for that matter - diabetic neuropathy has all but robbed me of the dexterity to handle them; but I can scoot a mouse and draw lines and, while my body has basically gone to shit, my mind still works. I still have the knowledge to write music. I feel a lot like Stephen Hawking in that respect).

Anyhoo, to answer your question: Logic Pro X for Mac.

For the guitars, I use Native Instruments Vintage, Electric Mint, Electric Sunburst, Acoustic+Nylon Picked and Acoustic Strummed.

I use EZBass for my bass tracks and Native Instrument Acoustic Bass.

For the synthesizers, I have (virtual) an Arp 2600, Moog Mini and Modular V, Synthi V, Buchla Easel, Fairlight CMI from Arturia.

25 years ago, had I developed Diabetes and the associated neuropathy that robbed me of the ability to play bass and guitar, I probably wouldn't be here talking to you right now as I would have pretty much unalived myself as life would have been unbearable at that point.

Thankfully, I now have the technology to keep my hand in the music game.

And how bad is my diabetes? Upon diagnosis my A1C was 11.5 and I was coming down off a 500+ point glucose level. It's amazing I didn't lapse into a diabetic coma.

And how bad is my neuropathy?

I can barely write my name, filling out forms is a chore. I have to have someone do that for me.

My balance is nearly fucked as I have difficulty standing and/or walking. Riding a bike or a motorcycle is out of the question.

It has affected my vision.

My feet are in constant pain, especially my left foot that feels like stepping on broken glass all the time, and did I mention my fingers don't work anymore?

Basically, having been dealt a shitty hand, I didn't give up - I fought back.