part of later writing and all of that,
in good min and rested spirit,
when I can sit and piece down each and all of that,
you know, like
somehow becoming the phantom/shadow of town,
getting blocked by local newspaper,
sort of shit listed by a lot of local takeover groups,
because ideas being a bit too rogue or unpredictable,
and raw and real and alive,
doesnt sit well with town tourism and money making
things, (turning towns into Portlandesque flavors.
It's a bitsum more calculated than appears.)

the lost  cat thing, too...  writing about someone that
aint around anymore and so on,  where it doesnt 
sound spiteful or heavy on the razors end
or too sharp at the end tips, you know,
but being honest about it all,

no no no, town tourism and what the whole thing became,
you know, kind of a town commodity, 
not too dangerous, predictable,

lots of local writers being driven out from what that introduced,
and me taking a way deep backing out of even wanting to do any
visuals anymore after he just festered the whole thing.
See, I'm already intimately vocal about it.

I mean that person dinged up and damaged a lot of regulars,
and passionate writers,  
I'd like to collect my lineage of personal ongoing and writing it out
clearly.

I liked the history of monikers however,
and everything from wartime train art to urban expression
and early hip hop subway train cars,
etc, etc.  I wasnt just a dolt about it all
but much of it was haphazard indeed.

Not too easy with the tourism$$$ 
and to my mind, deep and deep,
it was for extremely antisocial people such as myself,
seeking a way to communicate.

Well that feller,  
I know what people will spit and garb at me,
about not letting the dead rest in peace or whatever,
well I still don't like that soul'abit, however---
what they did to me, or delving into my one thing that I ever had,
an ability to connect with the public in some way,
even as a phantom or so on.

I'll go step pre-ink to the present
about all that.  
Even doing cat and feline rogue designs,
and hearing when he started following around
to every creature I did
crossing them out.
Then creating a damned mess of the whole town,
doing unsinspired glop every where.
No style, no inspiration,

Just a mess without practice, giving an ok for anyone and everyone else
to just smear and toil, nothing from the heart.

There we go making the supervillian stance again, I guess that's how I am,
though, the years gone through really.

Just quickly jotting it down however.
Nobody around here has my back and thats okay
because I still want to push things,
for soul and spirit, the satisfaction of expression.

but that will all fade anyhow and my insight or documenting and
kind of linear recollection of it all can live a bit longer to say-it-out.


I don't mind, since I tried to show my heart and also raw form ever so ever
many times, 
and really came spat back out my own outlier, again, then again,
you know,
to where when it was to kind of uplift the public, 
I realize now that it is for self-satisfaction
and self-satisfaction alone, to exist in moniker.
Like to have one's own world be really just so apart from
what is collectively enticing to others.
It's grittier I guess but that's the way i like it. Not pulling any punches,
not sucking up to or like swaying internal feelings.
For better and for worse, about it.

But Im taking steps to relocate anyway. So I can spill however many beans 
finally and thankfully.

The gallery and memories and documentations are so long and
deep in collections anyhow. 
None of it funded! or  granted out. Each damn time risking the risk
of some sort of either stupidity or bravado.
But an enticing inner satisfaction.
Other times having to really make due.

Who knows those because that folk is a dead hero now in the eyes of it all
after I just said hell to it after being crossed the hell out so many times in the 
dumbest and sort of most cowardly way.. for.. smeared stick figures.
So I'll be in that persona, if any around there even got to hearing of my accounts
in any way, because I'll for sure be under gruff about any of it,
but that persona of being a "heel" entertainment-wise, is where I'd have to
character act about it.

What can I say though,
its more like,  hard blues and rough moniker and not socially acceptable
in the deepest ways, to riff on from the deep scary oversoul,
and heavy undercurrents within.  
But as said it pulls no punches.
And I'll tell me tale about it too.   

But I'm not finished with my funzo
so those chapters just aren't full on donezo
so I'll try to be patient enough, 

 I can say however, it's a story of
Probably making some enemies or lots of people
spiting and being mad about
hearing of whatever ongoings,
then maybe after that broils or settles somewhat,
maybe some could understand too
my approach about it all.

Far enough books of visuals it could fill any how.
But I am not local tourism marketting,
or any departments of swallowable,
digestable soothing...

Its about rough lifes and being the outsider you
dont!
want to pretend to be.
and facing shit you
dont!
really have the variance or social scaffolding
to 'fit in' about.

So my monikers were that kind of thing.
Or that one thing I had,
and for a decade plus that shit was
removed from my life,
and someone who fucked it all up
ends up dyin' then being memoralized,
and all that.      But I have that blessing
Of letting time go on.
and clearing it up to myself at least.

All to all I'm seeing it also   that you cant
or its not about ever really "winning anyone over"
just that it was a blast in a way,  and a heartful thing here and there,
to interact in such a way.

but its taken over by strict tourism now,
and more than yuppified. I'm the voice that noticed that
and stayed true to being on the damned fringe,
and again that isnt palatable
so it was best for town and all to keep eyes pried off my curisiosities
and direct more toward something like someone the town just let
poison up and die while they needed help!
but now they have an idol about it all. 
Circumstances of a really foibled advent of the psyche.

I'd of told him to watch his admirers,
they may have been what did him in the grandest.

Well at anything,
with monikers and poems and whatever makes me me,
I dont feel open arms around here at all and am not asking to feel such.
I built a little history and had family history and all that,
But its overtaxed and yuppified,
and judgemental in the strangest ways
where you'd have to observe it and sense it or feel it
the way I do, asking my spirit to pick up on it...
its a way of being able to afford being in a social club or whatever,
and if you cant like they do, ya wind up me,
phantomesque or whatever.

But there are outlets in the country more suitable,
to maybe,
brash seeking smooth notes here and there.
Whatever that means, but,  I'm akin to this ol county doesnt like me very
damned much at all. And I cant sing the new age thing
you go your way and I'll go mine.
I love life ever so but my way to live and of living,
isnt to mingle with the richy renegades and kiss butt and chum it up
and dance political posturing and all that.
 I want to make my life the art.
Figuring me out if you can,
but don't block my airways or try to rule path my own directions.

They had that one guy lined up to doing such
and made a freaking dead idol out of him now about it,
didnt save him, didnt care for him. I feel more for him in that way,
that he was used by em. I'd of felt more for him or understood the whole
fanaticism about it if he didn't disrespect and fuck up the one thing
in moniker I had going for me about it. So was like an enemy from
a separate ink side, in a way. Like faces and heels. Certainly not jobbers!

I  can spruce all that up to make a little more sense.
With image and draft and video!
but I dont owe the ol world a thing and the world doesnt owe me a thing either

but I'd enjoy venting a bit of what I walk around having on the back of my mind.
if I can see it all as a path and testing of tolerability, too,
some better hearted humor could express the foible.


I'll try to find a location I can live, first of all,
and press up books,
and perform music, do this or that.

Im not a trust fund kid!
Im not w- e- f funded!
I aint granted by any! commissionion town. 

People treat ya like piss around here. Its ritzy and some other lots of words about it,
and a new hub for ultra hi-rises. and me pointing that kind of shit out doesnt fly
too well with tourism and commission centers who needed social hispterism
as the flagfront, or agreeable kinds of buttkissin.  
So just existin as I do about it outspoken burns so many mini bridges.
But I like the stuff all raw, the sounds, senses, sights.

You Don't See Through Me

 

 "You Don't See Through Me" [shadow swoon hiss the dead man extra] (10/2010) Lome Marsupial

"Shadow Swoon:Hiss The Dead Man"   video b-side and extra
Finding the original files then uploading them, but the songs are online presently (not streaming service but mp3) at
lomemarsupial.com

n.e. way this is a vid from 10/2010

proceed to mash the keyboard:

9yub8up985wpw3p59ge oit5wse ;we utw099 u4 095

okay then.
5:06 AM here just editing thru lots of things, and as per the upload before this found some ok quality findings of this an that.  Standard tuning days and a Walden guitar. even came with a padded "gig bag!"

2 CD album thing then called Shadow Swoon Hiss the Dead Man, kind of atmsopherey ambrisiac attenuation to tetanussy towns.  
"Was called You dont see through me or Dirty Ugly Stares"

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0kBvq9fPHQivusr4ZjdAiG
support on patreon,  break the ice there or make me look maddened still posting b-sides and all kindsa things
https://www.patreon.com/lomemarsupial
regular ol home page web site, added a new photo gallery recently
https://www.lomemarsupial.com

 

 

 "Stonewall Cornered" 10/2010 (from Shadow Swoon Hiss The Dead Man) -Lome Marsupial Esquire

 

 

found vids of some of the songs I stripped the audio o ut from to put onto
Shadow Swoon: Hiss the Dead Man
a 2 album simple guitar and lyric album.
Plus extra vids and audio stuff found for that thing.
Using Walden guitar here which was sold to me on the cheap from a music store I worked at for a bit near where they had a bagel/sandwich shop. So you'd smell toasty rolls and occasionally burnt seeds up there.
I worked in the back stringing things endlessly so as not to communicate with peoples ;-0

Well any-how this one is called Stone Wall Cornered.
I have to check for some sturdy file types, aka not where I was recording them endlessly. Because with dial up back then I tried uploading em onto lots of sites but man I needed em 128 not 320 kbps.  
bla bla some longevity of words.  Will upload it to streaming services if I do find higher quality.

Again most of it is just riffing and making lyrics up and trusting that! aspect of a song or story filling itself in.
I'll prolly take out like 3-4 songs that don't fit the scale of feeling from that 2 cd thing Shadow Swoon: Hiss the Dead Man.  
I can't do the whole fluffy frilly new age la-dee-da sound writing so I consider it a gallery of tetanus-towns. Like stuff I saw around here or Cortland or this-where and that-where.  

Listening back I think I liked that Walden guitar. Cutaway. Didnt even get to really amp in the onboard pickup ever because i never had amps then really  very much.  Also those bluesband little cheapo harmonica which wasnt used here, those bent pretty well!  I'm just budget all the phluck around right?   
Well perch me onto a tombstone then I like to play to crows instead because I still can't sing kumbayuai.

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0kBvq9fPHQivusr4ZjdAiG
support on patreon,  break the ice there or make me look maddened still posting b-sides and all kindsa things
https://www.patreon.com/lomemarsupial
regular ol home page web site, added a new photo gallery recently
https://www.lomemarsupial.com

 They didn't wake up
they just went around
zombified
and spouting what their
media lords branded
and programmed and
poured into them.

They didn't know
they'd be food
too.

Arrogance was their cover
but also their blind

the 343s 343 AM song Improvised while water boils

 

"the 343s 343 AM song" Improvised while water boils Lome Marsupial MVI 0940 (no disclaimer)


Water was boiling and I don't want to stand around doing nothing so I played this as insomnia has been kicking in again in this gratifying existence of living in the age of modernity.

Here's some made up song. The guitar is an Alvarez AD30 and the strings are some d'adarrio mediumss phos bronze that should have been changed a long while ago but I prefer them that way.  My fingertips are nightcocks here, just to be certain.

Anyhow I am eating a late night meal while typing this hopefully that doesn't interfere with the edibility warmth. Its probably getting cold just to type this stuff*.  (*actually I came back to type that its some good night time Italian cuisine which I am eating at just the right temperature. Pinch me I must be dreaming.)

links to this or that

https://open.spotify.com/artist/0kBvq9fPHQivusr4ZjdAiG
https://www.patreon.com/lomemarsupial  = funds driveable RV so I can go fuck off into nowhere and record things 24/7  
https:/www.lomemarsupial.com 

raven serenade

Raven Serenade (06/29/2023) - After the Graveyard session -

 and
"oh my goodness the age of destruction takes lunch breaks" 07/14/2023

 

 

 youtube description

1.guitar journalling aka playing whatever comes to be.

After the grave yard
go to the lake side.

existing with and playing to some deer, crickets and all in the central smog air.

Dead batteries, then filled up memory card. no tipped over cameras this time.
Sort of enjoying the set playing ideas at random locations just so long as the wind isnt tremendously hectic.
I'll get other already  finished / constructed songs and play through those also but it feels nice and natural to play what comes to mind and improvise it, as always.  
I post shit like this on bitchute and each time they allsay I am the satanic illuminati on that site. I wanted to ditch youtube for a bit but there are real nutters on other sites. So much so that even I'M saying such about it!

Anyway what more can I say? I pushed thru a fine, long bicycle ride recently.  I learned that everything alive falls apart in pieces and ya gotta maintain those pieces. Good luck putting pieces to everything in the universe together while in a deficit! That's why I aim to always be on the freaking m-o-v-e.

here some links, first person that ever signs up to the patreon wins my absolute surprise.
https://www.patreon.com/lomemarsupial
https://open.spotify.com/artist/0kBvq9fPHQivusr4ZjdAiG
https://www.lomemarsupial.com/

2. 07/14/2023 instrumental

wayside again

 

 2023/07/13 street music "wayside again" [AUDIO] lome marsupial

 

youtube description
see I was talking about this stuff a few minutes ago. Look at me! I'm following through!
threw this together quick.
from a few hours ago.
this one was after a firework like 20 or 30 feet away blasted into my ears unannounced all rogue and ya know. song live outdoors. made mono into stereo and delay insisted to maintain.
So I enjoyed it that way. Have this is a download in spiffy file format on this page here
https://www.patreon.com/posts/wayside-again-07-86069731

if you support on patreon, which adds hard drives, guitar strings, maybe website hosting and probably a root canal. be a surprise and be the first subscriber. I'll annoy you with my makings regardless. in fact I want to be your super villian even in the thunder's rumble.
my other pages and all that hocking your SALES IDENTITY (haw haw) are
lomemarsupial.com and bla bla Im on spotify maybe go kiss a rhinoceros.
music and art lome marsupial LTG music all rights reserved

 

 

 

 

 

fortify my fun hurt you've dunnit ha

 songs live from street etc etc 

 

youtube descrip  07/13/2023

from a few hours ago, set of original and improvised songs.
Also if you follow this channel and can keep up better than me as my typing this now is conducing trying to mainstay so darn much, this is being played with that Epiphone "EJ-200" instrument which I have been fixing up and repairing.
So I added a download of this song set as a wav download in higher-than-this-video quality download in a patreon post. where I archive whatever creative stuff being done right? at this link here  

 https://www.patreon.com/posts/fortify-my-fun-86071171

 regular site is lomemarsupial.com also under spotify on that name. these are a series of some outdoor recordings from earlier . I cant type any more my fingers are getting numb. I'll drink some more coffee and edit some more stuff. presently looking for other performers to drive around and travel and perform with. music and artwork lome marsupial / LTG Music all rights reserved

probably
damnation
hopefully
positivity

I think in lyric making or song subject matter
there's a separation or difference between preaching,
and telling a feeling.
Of advertising your mindset compound,
and giving off a rift of an experience or summoning and honing theoretically.

 

bonework repairs on guitar, mouth and terra

 

2. on & off project over the last few weeks has been saving and restoring and upgrading this early 90s Epiphone EJ-200.  
Any talk of maple! or stainless steel! as what I learned is called a bridge-plate "cap" (A protective layer behind  malfunctioned bridge plate pin hole wood)--- well those materials do not compare at all to formica.. which is a counter/kitchen table top material.
It is very thin yet hardy material.  I'd tried that out after some constant sizing and cutting of the bridge pin holes.  The sound, tone and vibration all stabilize so much better.  It feels comforting not worrying so much about string-ends sinking or sucking on up into the bridge plate.
Replacing that gets pricey and I'm just trying to do and learn as much repair work as I can on my own dime and my own time.  
I recorded a video earlier today, with the tone as it presently is,
after having just sanded and fitted a newer bone saddle, some bone pins, and the day prior swapping out the old bridge plate "cap" with some of that formica material.

I'm not in a hurry to cut and sand down the bridge saddle any further really.
So tougher fretting will just make a push to stronger gripping,
and also with a jumbo guitar sometimes it's claimed that a little more
overhead above the frets lets it ring out a good bit more.

I'll see how I feel about that whenever I step up from lights (light strings)

3. Blocked by a local news-paper, (social media is a pony show) I must be doing things right ;)
Myself and this region, we just do not! get along. 
Arizona Washington ThisWhere, Anywhere, let's make meetings.
It doesnt  help really that I egg on the attitude persona. 
I ain't kissing anyone's butt around here and I'm me and will always be me.
If you scold and boil like an egg over that, I'm not the one standing in the pan!

4. But back to guitar things. 
I'm supposed to be sleeping or laying down to sleep or this or that.
I have to tell ya,
I fixed one of my own teeth with some sandpaper.
It chittered... my very first tooth chip in all my life.
I was sewing some fabric items.
Well I clanged the sewing needle between my teeth to pull
a loop through, the advantage of not having vice grips around to do so.
Well, children of earth, your teeth are not tools for that!
So my front tooth I chipped a bit from.
Cool!
The next day, after resigning the approach of calling the local dentist,
I remembered, my daily pain in which that dentist has caused me ever since,
a year plus ago, when they'd fu**# my tooth up,
I thought to handle it myself.
So some sharp part I was able to even out with some sandpaper grit.
Part of a resume for my diy projects of is my listing in dentistry tactical pursuits
a new thing to make house visits for?  
There's no pain there! From what I did.. on my...mouth..with...
sandpaper! 
but where the...professional... dentist? had.. effected me..years ago,
it's pain every evening and night!  
okay----

4.
I skipped 1 to put 1 here.
Or to have fun with concept,
and world & concept.

I like entertaining the ideas that
all of my being up to no good with simply goodness of fun
is enough to make me maladjusted.
And that's good fun for me, simply, any way.


5.

I meant to say I am getting out of bed and strumming that guitar another time some more.
It satiates and sanctifies me.
Something completing comes from that full size, non-cutaway styling of that very same I had traded long ago.
It's back (in a way.)
I think and go to think that the long traded away obsidian black gloss ej-200 was a 1996.
I can obsessively  tune in now to all the little build quality details. From memory by the 1996 one which I so cherished and loved, and then-- gone.. and this one, '94, with it's little issues I am tending to, and learning some skills myself. Rather than the.. what is that for bone saddle fees in some shops?
above $90+++!!???!?
I mean I am ordering parts for less than 20, less than 18 even, less than 12 sometimes...
and just sanding down, honing it in.
And getting to eye the little details in this instrument, 
and I think some of the 2016 Indonesian factory ones.

I'm sticking to my guns on this idea of priding what are budget instruments.
And guiding them close, and rattling and ringing and summoning out of "cheapsy things"
some expressions of liveliness.
And it's been a fun thing.

I may never want to socialize with humans again if I can play music to-- birds, you know? and to illustrate and draw on things.

I'm supposed to book more shows and all this and all that.   Look I feel like sitting up in trees literally and just playing to birds.

anyway i just got off my  butt and did indeed play that guitar some more
and I am bedazzled that it is sounding crispier and brighter just
from some freaking pin changes.
It's frightening in a way but exciting.
Because that's there with all I need, see:

- A Night Donujt
- Some Seltzer Water
- Moments of strumming this instrument

no likes nobody needs to like me,
people can give me the piss off, whatever,
ban me, jade me, ruffle me, blame me,
ostracize me, this and that,

there are night birds here in the off set
and playing this thing, is eden,
it's bliss,
I love guitars,
I'm glad as hell I don't fit into any or all of your social cults.

I have music and my stupid little splotchy draw-scrawlings,
and can't be bare foot more than like 4 minutes at a time unless
I am asleep,
So I'm going to pull some boots up and all that,

"dream all day" [AUDIO] (early) (06 28 2023)

 "dream all day" [AUDIO] (early) (06 28 2023) - Lome Marsupial

(also rumble link)

 

youtube description dragged to HERE

pre view 1st layer to a song that pairs to
"Wearing Bones"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDHylUESkrY

with some others in that atmosphere sound
download of this and other creation activities at patreon if ya support, gets new strings, hard drive space, etc etc
https://www.patreon.com/posts/song-download-06-85459330
https://www.lomemarsupial.com
spotify thing https://open.spotify.com/artist/0kBvq9fPHQivusr4ZjdAiG

Do you know
these songs?

 

 

 Revisit of an old sound set. 
Proposal of selecting the most workable from that ol double-disc release
vivifying or crystalizing the sound as much as able (without bass-woomph over load on some, there!)
then putting up for streams.

Here are some images I am work with to adding to the
REALM
section of my website.

Also adding some unique splickerings to the EVENTS section
with made up holidays and maybe some memory write ups
of previous events, performances, roamings and all of that.

I think it's fair to put postings of any -EVENT- not just authenticated "public shows"
but also meaningful moments, or anything
to challenge vibrifying up words.

One thing I have to come in a clarity about is this modern(a) world(e) so full of
eager! angry! sadists! or politicized, projective types. They try to bleed out
the innocence of others.
It is a powerful and strong thing to have soul and warmth,
but also maintain strength, rigidity and inner flame.

I am coming back full circle in a way to a self that is not Re-Active to all of this
tension filled nonsense of the world,
and realize how quickly judgemental, scornful, envious, dismissive
and against it that people can become when you
form your own
concepts,
approach,
investigation into self-balance,
mind-set,
practice,
and so on.

Oh! how people want to rip you down when you don't join their dogma cult.

I am my own,
I just never realized how much or how deeply
that others hate or scorn this, and it is a shame,
to such types,
because a serious self-study,
working, and pursuit of seeing the world in a fairer vision
is available to people who can drop away from and to step back from
maintaining their hardened and hardheaded image based
personas of basically dividing themselves away from everything that exists
which doesnt elicit support to their spoiled and selective, and mentally malign
ways often funded and concocted by extremely rich institutions of social control.

Deeply enough they are afraid of fun, pursuit, real self-challenge, wisdom and
honesty of all things.

 

I <3 music.

And Light

And Life.

I don't love being shadowbanned,

or your present world "rhythm tones"

all divide and conquer.

It destroys innocence and power of the soul.

Yet I am keeping my power of the soul,

and innocence,

Yet with strength. Daily

 

Beauty can be an aspiration

and love a thing to live by

but you have to take it back

with the force of intensity

that those things have been

stripped from reason