rfurtkamp

Chariots of air 25.08.2018 8:46 ↓

The aires are thin, and the creatures that ride the currents translucent in the darkness - only coming into view as sunrise dawns.

A rambling, shambling smoke 25.08.2018 3:20 ↓

Had to take the little monster out for a maiden test spin. Live August 24, 2018.

Destiny and the little deaths 24.08.2018 6:31 ↓

There is a voice beyond the void, and she cries a name.

She always was a lady of pain 18.08.2018 10:58 ↓

A crash, a flashing kiss, and nothing. It is how it has ever been.

The Work of the blade 15.08.2018 3:53 ↓

One cut at a time saves nine.

Every thing I learned in her arms, laid bare 09.08.2018 7:35 ↓

The end of the line is not as terrifying as it seems - let the wheel spin, and stop.

The slattern had a master plan 05.08.2018 6:29 ↓

A tale of loss, a tale of woe, a tale best left forgot.

How a man must wait for a mockingbird 02.08.2018 8:34 ↓

Sometimes the stars collide in a most beautiful dance. And thus is the waiting a thing of grandeur.

Death in the water, fire in the aires 30.07.2018 8:20 ↓

I am your name in the sky.

Even hell has a holiday 23.07.2018 7:09 ↓

A trio lets it rip on the holiest of days, in such a dense imagining - yet it leaves no shadow.

Be your harsh mistress 15.07.2018 8:18 ↓

Oh, the storms in her eyes, hidden by mountaintop clouds at dawn.

Why the fuck are we in Tangiers, Frank? 09.07.2018 4:22 ↓

Fear the ides of Sitar July, from a FDP Blues/Jazz backing track gone horribly, horribly wrong. Sitar, synth trumpet, and a cranked half stack abuse some poor house band in the middle of nowhere.

Death in the way, undone 07.07.2018 10:05 ↓

A duet for demise.

The unspeakable plan 05.07.2018 7:38 ↓

"Plants that cannot bloom by day must flower in the night", indeed. Live July 5, 2018. A happy accident of all sorts, most things weren't even hooked up for what I intended to do, and reaching over to the guitar stand, elbowed a "chord" on the synth, and...what a sound. Letting it fade, flipping the amp off standby, and hitting record (and the synth almost falling in my lap more than once while sc...

A machine of rainbows and flame 04.07.2018 8:10 ↓

It was as the vision foretold: a shaking veil dance, wisps of steel and smoke aflame in her eyes, raining down from the mountaintop.

How it was, once 30.06.2018 3:50 ↓

Live June 30, 2018. I could have included this one on the "could have been in 1962" fake album I threatened people with a few years back.

With blood on my hands 29.06.2018 3:57 ↓

Live June 29, 2018. And there it was, the sign of the way of the world.

The delicate sound of murder 27.06.2018 9:38 ↓

And the end was brutal and beautiful. A duet for pain and the shallow sounds of mourning.

They came with murder on their mind 27.06.2018 6:39 ↓

The shambling of the shadows tell no tales.

Move on, judgement day! 26.06.2018 6:09 ↓

Oh, for the dervishes and danse macabre, the morning sings!

With love on her lips, a taste of death 24.06.2018 5:41 ↓

There once were three, until two became none.

There is a wall 24.06.2018 5:09 ↓

When the distance is too deep and the morning has become pastel black, there is no other choice.

Call a new storm in 22.06.2018 14:57 ↓

A chance at union, and of a farewell to spring.

The bloom of the dead is at hand 21.06.2018 10:09 ↓

And the drowned flower in time, a dance of the morning given way from spring. "Yours will be as this", it is said. Live June 23, 2018.

A kiss of blackened nine 14.06.2018 18:39 ↓

Live June 14, 2018. "I have seen the night without the sun, where even the steps of its' name cannot vie against the thick darkness dancing from a shadow in the hills. There is no moon, despite a clearness of sky, broken only by a center of mist rising between fading stars. There is a flicker in the ether; a wandering death fades through a pattern-locked place. Distant suns would echo in a normal...