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Becoming The Enemy

Posted in Music, Writing with tags , , , , , , on 24/03/2018 by GeoSolus

I set myself a challenge around 9 years back and that was to create an audio piece from scratch and have it complete within a fortnight. This I did with a laptop, headphones, my faithful old Shure SM58 and some software a friend had sent me.

At the time I had just gotten married and was living in the poorest area of Kowloon. We were in a one room flat with a neighbor who was often screaming: “He’s going to kill me!” Day and night while her extremely tattooed boyfriend tried to break her gate with a big chunk of iron. I had a wee word with them which calmed things down for about two days but she started up again even though she was alone and the cops had been round. Happy times as they say in the land of the cynic.

Now I had had a music deal go south and was thousands of miles away from home with enough psychological baggage to fill a freight but I am not one for giving up. I had the Internet and enough equipment to create and publish so I decided to go solo and make things happen. I was getting a lot of support from the US and Japan who digged my deep, dark and twisted approach to sound so I ventured on while setting myself challenges to make sure I didn’t put things off to another day.

The cover art had to be changed after an artist agreed to let me use a piece of his and then later retracted. From that point on I decided to do everything myself and depend on no one even if that meant becoming the enemy.

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Digital I

Posted in Music, Writing with tags , , on 17/11/2017 by GeoSolus

Jacked in little junkie
You’ve got the smarts
And smell a little funky
But no one cares

They like your shit anyway

Electro smack head
Roaming the streets
Looking for an ass to embed
Who cares?

They’ll eat your shit anyway

These digital eyes
Browse the digital lies
With a hand to the crotch
And a lot of hate for the wise

And here I sit and wonder
Waiting for a bus
To throw you under
’cause no one cares

You ain’t worth shit anyway

Just take a stand
Follow the agenda
Wait for the policies to render
Pretending to care

Who gives a shit anyway

These digital lies
All the prayers and cries
Mental masturbation
Wanking its way to first prize

Knot (First Draft)

Posted in Music, Writing with tags , , on 23/04/2017 by GeoSolus

When your confidence
Feels broken
Almost as broken as your heart
You try to escape
Dig a hole
Embrace the shadows
Chain down
The urge
To purge
The past
The present
And all you ever cared about

Be fearless or cease to be

When you’re full of doubt
Feeling lost
Almost as lost
As your soul
You try to reshape
Find a goal
Beyond the gallows
Stringing up
High
The lows
Of a life
You never really cared about

No Man’s Land (First Draft)

Posted in Music, Writing with tags , , on 02/04/2017 by GeoSolus

The cycle of your psychosis
Still haunts me to this day
A smiling lie on a twisted cunt
Who always got her way

You’re well gone now
But the damage still remains
As the strain of your memory
Never goes away

I’ll have my day

That’s what I used to say

Hoping that karma
Would lift up the betrayed

But the heart strings
Were snipped in their prime

A ragged cut
That would not heal with time

Oh how I wish to forget you

The Devil’s Notes

Posted in Music, Writing with tags , , , on 01/02/2017 by GeoSolus

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You may pander to your priests and messiahs with the hope of being one of the chosen but the all seeing eye has you counted and when judgement is made, the devil takes all.

Nirvana – Rock’s Great Depression

Posted in Diary, Music on 17/11/2016 by GeoSolus

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At twelve years old I found myself in a country where I didn’t speak the language, being mocked by a culture I didn’t understand and pushed in to a school that followed a religion that went against my nature. In class I would sit with a bilingual dictionary translating common words and trying to learn them by heart as no one was taking the time to help me communicate. When class finished I would get the bus back to the dusty little village my parents had moved us to and run up the stairs of the decrepit old school house we were living in to find my favourite audio cassette that I had saved up my pennies to buy when I was back in Glasgow.
The album was called: Appetite for destruction and it was my anger and frustration being vented for me. I would sit on the window ledge of my bedroom with it blasting out of a cash and carry tape player I had been gifted for Christmas. It was the best part of the day and became a ritual for my first year in the deep south of France.
As the years went by I made a few friends and we would swap tapes, record tracks off of the radio and spend hours talking about and listening to music. We started digging in to the new and the old, from Metallica to 70s rock to a re emerging electronic scene. If we could get our hands on it we would listen to it and an original copy of an album was considered a bit of a treasure. We were invested in music and it felt like music was invested in us. It spoke to us, for us, put on a show, inspired creativity and made us speak a universal language. If you didn’t know what to say, you’d put on a song to suit your message, your mood or as a way to help a friend discover something new. It was the 90s and musically speaking a great time to be a kid. That is, until we hit Nirvana.
At the time I didn’t understand what was happening. My best mate had said to me to check out an album called Nevermind and I did and I loved it. Here was what was going to be the next big thing and we all bought in to it as it sounded great. What we missed was what the messenger was doing to our psyche. A self absorbed junkie playing the anti cool to be cool and telling us all about how shitty he felt and we completely missed that he wasn’t talking to us. He wasn’t reaching out to us with a message or a warning or a story. He was bitching about his self loathing and discontent with his own existence. In short he was dragging us in to his depression and to this day Rock music has not fully recovered.

Fair Flames (Basic)

Posted in Music, Visual Art with tags , , , on 09/03/2016 by GeoSolus

Fair Flames Basic