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 

The Pendulum, My People

 

Don't be stupid as to being erased by the evil, coerced and the insane.
Stand your ground and live again.

"The Pendulum, My People" [improvised guitar instrumental]

01/04/2024

Eur.Light. Strength.
Guitar practicing and warming up. Alvarez dreadnought instrumental. Android phone filmed audio recorded alright. 
Oops people had awakened all of a sudden.

My Psyche Had An Itch

'My Psyche Had An Itch.mp3 6.11 MB

This is a song off of the currently unreleased full-length of Reckless Reclusion.
Improvised and recorded as a first take and only-take on August 14th 2008 outside on the front porch.. There were two other songs from this night of 'improvised weirdness'.. "Demon Problems" and "Bite My Tongue" which will probably someday be released with a tractor trailer truck full of b-sides but are otherwise just muck.
Words off the tip of the tongue breathe easier for me and I guess it's like the release of a subconscious buildup of the mental mutiny.


The more I think about 'releasing' music the more stressed and annoyed I get.. I hardly ever want to sell it, I just want to make it, and keep making more and hope others will experience the noise... I can't market... and I don't want to market. With that being said, I will shortly probably just release the entire album for free like many of the past ones have already been done. I can't buy my way into the 'industry' and don't want to become one of those zany air-headed hucksters that can 'make it' in or are apart of the industry! I guess if people dig it and want to support it they can do so, otherwise, I'll just keep talking into caves.
Plus, there are so many hours of music sitting on my harddrive awaiting direction.
This Reckless Reclusion is some sort of bothered back-mucus buildup finally spit out through short stories and I suppose somehow listening to a lot of Billy Bragg, Mojo and Skid Roper, and Joe Talcum and early folk songs had a spice of influence.
And I just realized something pretty funny in that I had a song recorded called "Hot Air Balloon Hijack" and didn't even think to compare it to that 'balloon boy' bullshit, Though it's a little different in scenario because it's about hijacking a hot air balloon and taking it to the moon.

I'll add more tunes later, possibly one by one, and then post the entire album with download links soon... While I still work on Death:The Infomercial and get mentally raped at 'business employment' with nightmares of upc codes strangling me and zombified customers boring me to death.

The witch ritualistically killed the Arab who was busy blowing himself up while the stock broker caused the homeless to starve and die on the street but
only after he became desperate and insane enough to mug the priest who went out and jailed the witch.. And somewhere along the way god was sitting there
watching it all but he was everywhere at once, infront of a TV screen being convinced that god was somebody else. (From some satirical tangent written with invisible ink)