Dempsey

Just ordered the Dempsey EP, Dempsey on cassette through bandcamp, which was produced in an edition of 100 and is hand numbered (YAY!.) I also have the digital, but cannot wait to throw down some analog sound.

http://dempsey.bandcamp.com/

Fresh Start

It is time I make use of this blog. In the near future I am going to start posting art/design pieces that I have created, a kind of dumping ground for my mind. My junk is someones treasure.

My fetish with cassettes

I inherited this Columbia cassette recorder and found this Vangelis BladeRunner OST in the Phillipines

Pale

Mainland lovers
Hold hands in the moonlight
Rare gems glow
Talking to the sunlight


Mole with a moustache
Holding mounds of cash
Five O'clock shadow
Brings mice to mass

Breathe in breathe in
Pinned together within
Breathe out breathe out
Jackals dance about

Rescue tuned to radio
Killer bees find daddy-o
Dig it out in stepping time
Heal them with red wine

Breathe in breathe in
Pinned together within
Breathe out breathe out
Jackals dance about

Breathe in breathe in
Pinned together within
Breathe out breathe out
Jackals dance about

Memory in black and white

Some dreams become reality.

When Mutes Make Sound

What becomes of your voice if you don't sing? The least of your worries would be shrieking an inglourious note. Half of the diamond mines glisten, and even that becomes a legend. But when birds let notes escape from hollow homes, gems glow in response.


- long dormant mind

Given Once, Taken Twice

Dry pin-pricks swarm on the exterior of my neck, as I stand on the tongue of survival. Vast measures of gold loom in the far fetched distance of my broken reality, nearer than my eyes perceive. One question lingers in the air, suspended in time, poised to sock me in the gut: Will I be able to trudge through the humus soil to the reality I seek?