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once upon a time there lived an egyptian pharoh named i-kan boo-gee whos job it was to clean the kings belly button ...apparently he was crap and eventually was exiled into the desert where he perished ...meanwhile the king now at a loss for the maintenance of his belly button noticed that over the days it began to accumulate stuff ...curious as to this occurence he summoned a slave ,one who was knowledgeable in these things , and questioned the waif as to why this was happening ..the waif ,terrified of revealing the truth about sed build up of collective in the kings bb suddenly came up with a great reply and thus saved himself from banishment and the kings wrath ...your most gracious highness this is a sign from the gods that you will accumulate wealth and riches beyond all belief ...the king smiled and rewarded the waif by not banishing him and also outfitting him with the latest footwear of papyrus nike river of jordans ..to which the waif was bowled over with an excitement as yet conceived by any mere mortal ...and thus became the myth of belly button fluff ...the moral of this story is quite simple ...dont sit at a computer for more than 3 hours twiddling your fingers trying to get a tune together only to realise 2 things ...1) writers block has set in and sod all is gonna get done ..and 2) your arse cheeks have gone so numb you wouldnt know if you crapped yourself cept for the god awfull smell and the filling of your socks with a liquidy substance resembling onion soup 
happy days folks oh happy days
Pleased to announce the release of a new collaboration, "The Class of '74", music by Kit Mann, lyrics by Bill Thompson. All musical instrumental work, arrangement and production by the incomparable Metal Master, Joseph Rodriguez. Vocals by The TrueVulgarians. Hope you enjoy it as much as we did making it!
over in the uk an arse is what it is ...your arse ...in the u.s of wtf ....why does the arse suddenly become the fanny ...over in the uk the fanny is well a ladies bits ..there is a saying " blow it out your arse" which means dont be stupid ..what you talking about ...now lets do some transatlantical cross mojination ...okey ...some one says something and you retort ,,"ah blow it out your fanny" not only do you get the "you utter weird f**k of a carbon lifeform" look ,but also you may be privvy to a slap round the boat and a kick in the preverbial baby making product ....its weird what shit pops into your head whilst sat at your pc contemplating the meaning of life dunt it ? :D
The music on here is old. go to www.azwel.com for more info!
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Okay I just updated a whole bunch of songs which are now free to download. I kept forgetting to change it. Enjoy!
Kerrin
Here is a rough mix of my first full electric solo album 80 Dollars And No Sense . I completed it as part of the RPM Challenge; an annual motivational event without winners but a goal to record 10 new songs in the month of February. I will likely polish it up quite a bit more but this is how it was submitted. Six of the tracks are completely new and four are either lost or one-off improvisations brought to life.
https://repo.bandcamp.com/album/80-dollars-and-no-sense
https://soundcloud.com/teerahveese/sets/80-dollars-and-no-sense-rough-album-mix
Whenever people ask me to describe my music I often include the words fun and adventure. These qualities are expressed in how I encourage performers of my music to think of what I have written as being a point of departure, to discover their vision of the music, to experiment with it, and find ways for the music to be a fresh, fun, and adventurous experience each time it is performed.
For that to happen, I usually do not compose music that is completely notated. The amount of music that I notate is on a sliding scale. At one end of the scale are extended pieces like Donut Music and Buzzards In Love which incorporate improvisation within a highly-notated work. At the opposite end of the scale are minimalist pieces like New Tango No. 1 and Smaller Ups And Downs which have a small amount of notated music and use a particular concept for an improvisational framework. These improv-based pieces are dependent upon the performers to bring the music to life. By having a sliding scale of notation, ensembles interested in performing my compositions can choose the pieces that are a match for how much improvisational freedom they want to have in the music.
I understand how music can have different expressive interpretations given to it by directors and performers. However, I want to go beyond that to embrace a spirit of "Let's see where we can go with this". That is, for performances of my music to be a journey of discovery -- a collective creative process between the composer, performers, director (if one is used), and the audience -- in which the music is alive, spontaneous, and it continues to evolve with each performance. I think of this creative process as being like a jazz solo.
I enjoy being surprised when performers take my music in directions that I had not thought of. There is an element of risk with this approach; however, that is part of the fun and adventure.
this month has been pretty rough for me. my grandmother who ive been very close to in life has passed away, on top of sickness and conflict. throughout all of this though the things i know i can count on is Good friends, my family and music. Ive had to learn about letting go and starting something new. Its true that it takes stregnth to be able to follow through, and the will to understand when certain patterns just dont fit anymore. misery loves its company well, because its company is chained in familiar subservience. it may hurt to take the nails out of your wrists and feet after youve been crucified by circumstance, but leaving them in ..without progression in regards to personal growth is much more painful. Im getting along in life, and I wont forget how I ended up here. Take care of yourselves. thanks for listening.
yes folks im afraid so ..this is it ,,its all come to a conclusion ..ive finally realised the resulting consequence of my journeys end ...my final farewell has apparently arrived ...ive ran out of money and the trains still got 5 miles left to go ...my trip to the moon has been cut short by the shortcomings of my planned coming short ..? ... believe me when i say ..pickled eggs really do taste like reconstituted vomit ...alas abloke and adog all walked into a bar and orderd the same drink only to be told no we dont serve minors ,,,but were all postal workers ,,cept the dog whos just a dog but is owned by a postal worker ...yes folks ive finally got to the stage where i can safely say ...the f**k im gonna learn that dam guitar ,,its just sat there gathering dust and making me look cool ...im a synthhead an shall always be one ..even to my dying day ill be going out collecting my pension ,getting my flu shot then coming home switching on the synths and going ,,f**k cant play them ,,my arthritis is resident and holding me back .....so there you go ...end of an era ...load of bollox as well ..but end of an era ..