More Than Sounds, Mystic Tape Deck is a multimedia collaborative project by two multi-instrumentalists known as "The Bards of the Morning Star." We are not a band in the typical sense of the word, and while live appearances are not completely out of the question, they are extremely rare, not very practical, and difficult for us to make happen. Making music in our home studio is our primary focus and passion, currently working on a "concept album" (using the term loosely here) about a mythical being trapped in a time loop whose consciousness continually reincarnates into other bodies. The accompanying story can be found at our primary website below, but upon release will be summarized with an illustrated booklet. We also have plans to expand the idea into graphic novels, a stage play, and even an RPG type card game. Neither of us has much money to speak of, we make do with what we have earned. When the time comes for us to publish our work officially, you can expect us to come begging for alms via Kickstarter or some other online busking apparatus.
Everything is music. Small pebbles, seashells, grains of sand, reuben sandwiches, buckets of lye, ash, planets, comets, popsicles, prosthetic arms, careless whispers, midnight confessions, empty bags of flaming hot cheetos, satellites which emit brain piercing beams of pink light, tin cans rattling in the gutter, delusions, legumes, insects, octopi, earthworms, vampires, fingernails, heavy artillery, 20 dollar bills, old matchbox cars dug up in the backyard, telephone poles, chunks of quartz, subterranean pools of liquid mercury, ibuprofen, mysterious religious artifacts, pyramids, serpent tongues, bird beaks, and those bits of dry crusty food that fell beneath the burner on the stove. All are music.
I was running through a desert landscape of white glassy sand, dodging behind towering obelisks of obsidian, while a UFO hovers overhead, dangling long shiny black vacuum hoses which suck me up into the belly of the ship with a group of people some of whom I recognize, others I do not. We are trying to figure out how to sneak past the guys in the white lab coats when I realize I am able to transform myself into a statue sitting on s shelf and wait for the right moment to make a move for the long stainless steel hallway to the heart of the mothership. From the statue I am able to astrally project my consciousness into a mainframe computer and temporarily manipulate spacetime. Meanwhile an ex-girlfriend kisses me gently on the forehead and cheeks, stroking my head with hands tipped by gloriously beautifully decorated fingernails, assuring me that I must write a symphony in order to escape and free the others.
I would start by changing this question to "what is your favorite food right now at this moment?" The answer is Nashville hot chicken.
Twinkle twinkle little star, and the ABC song.
Blue Öyster Cult, Cardiacs, Residents, Art Bears, King Crimson, Fred Frith, John Zorn, Herbie Hancock, Yes, Neu, Can, AR & Machines, Hawkwind, Einsteurzende Neubaten, Paganini, JS Bach, Zappa, Nektar, Camel, Gentle Giant, Alan Parsons Project, Peter Gabriel, Laurie Anderson, John Cage, Lou Reed, Diamanda Galas, Sun Ra, Yoko Ono, Edgard Varèse, Bjork, Butthole Surfers, Gong, Eno, Pere Ubu, Soft Machine, Sonic Youth, Mr. Bungle, Henry Cow, Amon Duul, Robert Wyatt, Bill Laswell, Claude Debussy, Phillip Glass
Am eternally living and continually reincarnating mythological being known as "The Shining One."
Like a fire and brimstone preacher of the end times.
More focus on creative freedom and the personal liberty of creators. Artists should be provided with a UBI (universal basic income) in return for their lifelong service to the art of creation. Money should never drive art. The complete and utter destruction and subsequent eradication of all capitalist thought and intent would be a good start. More people should read Josephine the Singer by Franz Kafka.
Not a good time to ask me, I am a little upset with Drooble right now.
Elevated mediocrity. Music that is created with a marketing mind which considers its "target audience" ahead of time, which deliberately pigeonholes and limits itself to what is potentially profitable. The perception of music consumers which expects music to be a certain thing or sound a certain way, or be performed and presented in a traditional manner.
There are musicians whom I like very much, who seem to be doing the right thing, with the right intent. I despise "music scenes" in general though. They are a cancer. We are the free radicals who work tirelessly to topple the established normal. Those are the people I support.
Desperation. Foolhardiness. A lack of shame. A willingness to put the act of creation above all else at all times. To never consider what others might think. To make music that is pure and true to your heart, free of expectation.
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