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An Insemble I am a proud member of….We suit up and go to outer realms…..

Say Word ….graff writer with a stutter

Say Word ….graff writer with a stutter

RZA makes a lot of sense as always

Suiting Up

Suiting Up

The Outer Sposato Insemble

Tumblr is anybody out there ?
Is anybody listening ?
Is this thing on ?

Tonight at 8 
a new trio I am playing horn in will play
at the Firehouse space in Brooklyn
information on the link
Come out and tune in
it’s cosmic dub music free of form

http://thefirehousespace.org/event/electric-red/

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A quick sketch of a joint that will be placed eventually on an album I have planned for the future called Man VS Drum Machine. This beat uses samples of live frame drum into iMPC and my horn is played on top. 

My new sounds:

Scrawlings

Let’s talk freedom and enslavement
indentured service
time management
Scrawlings
the CD box set in your man cave put to good use
time management
you won’t beat me !
cause I fucks with the altered destiny the realist thing I ever heard is that sleep deprivation is a form of torture

Subway TV

Am I the only one who watches the subway monitors as its television programming. On tonight’s episode of waiting for the D train the Latino gentleman spits often.

Subway TV

Am I the only one who watches the subway monitors as its television programming. On tonight’s episode of waiting for the D train the Latino gentleman spits often.

Daily Improvisation Series 02

A poem for sanity

Disconek in the neck !
without your respect I still project

secret beats

behardfreebop:

Happy Born Day to John Birks Gillespie.

My ultimate hero happy birthday

behardfreebop:

Happy Born Day to John Birks Gillespie.

My ultimate hero happy birthday

worsethanmyotherblog:

Dinner is served.


This is basically how I feel about gluten and pasta now!

worsethanmyotherblog:

Dinner is served.

This is basically how I feel about gluten and pasta now!

Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.
Brian Eno, A Year With Swollen Appendices  (via streetetiquette)

I think that the explanation for what Mr Eno is describing here is caused by the fact the music is the sound of the universe and the universe is ever expanding so the is bound to sound like chaos and distort. The machines can’t hold all the information

Daily Improvisation Series 01

Achin’ Back (by Psqwall)