A message from the temple. Titled, “Programmed to seek for ever” We are all programmed in so many ways. From our first day of life we have had our parents, family and peers telling us how to live. Western religion tells us that we must keep on coming back to them in order to […]
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My father used to tell me “musicians are nothing more than trained chimps”. I’m still trying to make music, for myself. And what other people think is none of my business.
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“Communing with ghosts” by JMoNoisey was released today on Humanhood Recordings.
When I was 5 my family moved from the North of England to Madras (now Chennai), India. We were there during the 1971 war with Pakistan, the Ghost War. Two years later we moved back to England and less than a year after that my Mother died. I have lived most of my life without memories of her except for that time in India.
The day after Christmas in 2016 I went to India looking for those places that my Mother loved. I found them inside myself.
I recorded many of the samples used on this album on that trip, the tracks were recorded using an Elektron Octatrack, A4 and RYTM, some Eurorack modules and various effects pedals.
These tracks are all one-shot recordings, almost no editing of the content was done afterwards except for normal mixing and mastering steps.
Producing it was cathartic, I let go of a lot of pain I have been carrying around for too long. I am grateful.
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At six-thirty a.m. on December twenty-sixth, 2001 it was cold in Chicago, right around twenty-five degrees on the thermometer outside my kitchen window. I drove my Porsche 928 to work that day because my Audi was still in the body shop. The Porsche wasn’t stock, none of my cars were. It had headers and some […]
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The decrepit couple shuffled their way into the diner, they were dusted with snow and didn’t bother to brush it off. They had to be in their 90’s, it took a solid New York minute to traverse the ten feet from the doorway to their booth. “Where’s my bag Bill, I TOLD YOU TO BRING […]
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It’s so fucking hard to be a dog in India. No one pets them, people stand away and keep their hands close, just-in-case. Like being a man in America, but who would trust THAT dog. Who, in their right mind anyway. Dogs carry disease and go from docile to snarling in less than a heartbeat. […]
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By Jamie Howton, 2013 I dig myself holes, the blackest of emotional oubliettes that I willingly and repeatedly climb down into. No light penetrates. No love is perceivable. The end is right there. I wallow in my own despair, my own sorrow, my own anguish this is a poisonous place, it doesn’t support real life. […]
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Approximately 22,000,000 minutes ago my mother died. I have felt angry that she died for most of this time, angry, betrayed, abandoned. I am trying to reconcile those feelings with the reality of the situation and I am certain she didn’t want to die – it was an aneurysm that killed her. She didn’t leave […]
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