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rfurtkamp
by rfurtkamp
A bad person with bad guitars playing really outside weird thirty years gone. Are we not men, or free jazz, or weird noise, or just clueless? Your call.Recorded improv-style, pseudo-live (no edits to tracks, either it's good or the whole session is pitched), one pass at a time with old, forgotten gear. Synths courtesy mistracked guitars via 90s Boss snyth bass units (ME-6B etc), stacked glitchy fuzz pedals, and pitch-shifted harmonizing delay. Newer synthy stuff courtesy Roland GR-55 and all the old toys, plus various Roland keys and a Behringer DeepMind 12.$29 LFO-enabled rack delays and ART gear from 1991, I love you.And yes, I spend a lot of time with the red light on.---------Note on available material and web links:This is my current sketchpad for music as I release it. I've gotten lazy and generally only post stuff here these days.Back catalog can be found at the links below. There are 25+ full length albums, live sets, etc. for free available. Additional songs availab
Episodes
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The black mirror was Mother's
Mother's mirror always has shown such marvelous things.
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My love, my love, the death is beyond us now
The truth is not easy to kill, silence, or mutilate.
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it was morning and none could deny
All enigmas that are sensible mean nothing in the end.
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You take the fun out fo the unfun house
There is no escape, and the unfun is forever.
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Valkyries, the well, and the ring
Beyond the surface, it ever dwells. Beneath the waves, there is everything and nothing. And all.
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A lamp that ne'er goes out
Echoes of the flaming mother in purple skies, take me home. "Come away!" she said, and all I had was a song.
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And she said, "THIS is how the gods fuck."
Things that should be that are not. If you understood, you'd never dig up Joan Crawford from her grave.
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The savagery of the third
In the distance, it can be felt but not known. Such is the righteous riot of the mating of the stars.
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He who does not love what he has made is not
Two of the same exact model guitar and their brother walk into a bar. Amplitude modulation crushing delay sweeps in and demands a dance. Such is the way of the fading cosmos.
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We ran together in the night
You weren't there, but you may have heard the stomping in the woods in the mist.
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Their desecration will not be forgotten
Sometimes everything you've been told is a lie. Only the sound of truth remains.
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Six score and three sixty five out of line
A return of the 'record in a day' birthday EP/album that I haven't done in a couple years. Marred by near catastrophe as the forward strap screw on the main guitar decided to remove itself from the guitar mid-take - I kept the song anyway.
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Deadlight
A return of the 'record in a day' birthday EP/album that I haven't done in a couple years. Marred by near catastrophe as the forward strap screw on the main guitar decided to remove itself from the guitar mid-take - I kept the song anyway.
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Fire for effect, motherfucker
A return of the 'record in a day' birthday EP/album that I haven't done in a couple years. Marred by near catastrophe as the forward strap screw on the main guitar decided to remove itself from the guitar mid-take - I kept the song anyway.
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He salutes in farewell and steps into the briny deep
A return of the 'record in a day' birthday EP/album that I haven't done in a couple years. Marred by near catastrophe as the forward strap screw on the main guitar decided to remove itself from the guitar mid-take - I kept the song anyway.
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Something dies every time the echo stops
It lives, and it dies, and it goes.
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Did what had to be done
When the lacquer's dried and the buffing begins sometime after the last watt dies in the last transmitter at the end of days, I will not be sorry. Did what had to be done.
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Spirits in the wire
Nothing kills the echo of echoes, and they're always in the wire. Hail the doers and the ones who passed first.
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Strike order received
It's all been broken for how long now?
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Echoes of the Eternal Equinox
In the space between space, I can always hear Her sighs.
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The warning was forgotten
The screams of winter's coming frost, no longer able to be held back.
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Behold the wickedness I have made
Sometimes the wickedness only appears when the walls shake and the earth herself screams.
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It cannot compute
No matter what one tries, it always comes back to the indisputable laws of nature Herself.
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Angles in the tides
The winds are never silent as the world burns.
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The exploitation of the mobius strip
That which neither begins nor ends needs regulation
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A sacrifice for a sacrifice, a gift for a gift
From the inside looking out, there is alway the orlog of the blood.
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The ice queen rises
Beyond the warmth of ice, the heart of winter herself.
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Reason is a lie; the Weltanschauung is forever
When the tough get deplatformed (again), the machines laugh and the song recommences.
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Who killed whom last night?
At the site of a murder, where on the smudges of echoes of the scene remain.
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Reign of fire
The system is what the system is, an dthe blast is uncontainable.
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The collapse of time
Orlog is as orlog does.
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What choice did I have?
At the heart of the maelstrom of the well of the worlds, there could have bene no other way.
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Thus is the end of the telegraph's reign
The cracking of the wires does not lie. Thus ends the tyranny of the telegraph, and thus began the hegemony of radio. [Upon receipt of the finished product, neither of us could remember who did what exactly, but ...it was about perfect.]
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The maelstrom calls
I have danced in the ecstasy and bliss of creation's fire, and brought back the sounds thereof.
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Her kisses always did have teeth
The bite and the dance and the embrace of embraces in microtime.
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The path to blood is blood
There is no substitute, there is no alternative.
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Choose ye well
There is only one way forward into orlog.
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Der Klang der Bosheit
Enter the passion and the wickedness, stage left. (Austin Osman Spare, "The Last Bones")
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The many deaths of Brixton Towne the Third
There are so many layers and they're all fallen apart. Such is the unravelling of the Well of Worlds. (Psyche, Arno Breker)
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The carnivale of souls has none
Everything old is dead again.
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Apotheosis
New year, new track. It takes two to tango, and two to ascend to the heights of godhead.
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The distance between the damsel and her distress
Such is the way of the dance of dances, for which no words ever suffice.
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The sample and the hum and the hold
Sometimes one gets a wild hair after almost thirty years, and goes to town. There is ever a method to the silence in the madness.
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The voice and the vision beyond
The voice in the silence never led me astray.
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Oh, how we used to dance and dance again
In memory of a dear departing friend from the market, on the discontinuing of the venerable Boss RE-20 Space Echo, which has for a decade now served to lessen the wear and tear on my actual vintage unit substantially.
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Speak in silence and the silence speaks
There is nothing but this in the blank abyss.
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The preparation and the sacrifice are one
There are things which cannot be said, as the blackness sets in.
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There is no distance from death
I have seen beyond her milky ways. Only death and heritage remain.
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Far beyond the seven veils
Shock and awe, thumping with the helicopter blight.
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O, how the madrigal has fallen!
Control in anti-form; a duet for things beyond words.
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A bad person with bad guitars playing really outside weird thirty years gone. Are we not men, or free jazz, or weird noise, or just clueless? Your call.Recorded improv-style, pseudo-live (no edits to tracks, either it's good or the whole session is pitched), one pass at a time with old, forgotten gear. Synths courtesy mistracked guitars via 90s Boss snyth bass units (ME-6B etc), stacked glitchy fuzz pedals, and pitch-shifted harmonizing delay. Newer synthy stuff courtesy Roland GR-55 and all the old toys, plus various Roland keys and a Behringer DeepMind 12.$29 LFO-enabled rack delays and ART gear from 1991, I love you.And yes, I spend a lot of time with the red light on.---------Note on available material and web links:This is my current sketchpad for music as I release it. I've gotten lazy and generally only post stuff here these days.Back catalog can be found at the links below. There are 25+ full length albums, live sets, etc. for free available. Additional songs availab
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