You see a colorful land shrouded by shifting hues. The fertile land beckons you to lie down and the open sky invites you to let go. You make for to move forward, but suddenly find yourself looking into a silent chamber. There is a heavy wooden table and on it stands a goblet with a simple, but beautiful finish. The goblet seems to twinkle with millions of tiny stars. A gold band encrusted with clear jewels adorns its lip. You know somehow that this is a cup of stories. Without moving you see the goblet as if from above, shifting images dance on the surface of the liquid within. To sip from this cup, you know, is to step into a new world each time. Suddenly, there is a cloaked figure seated at the table holding the cup. The figure makes for to take another drink, but hesitates, noticing you. The figure turns toward you, and you realize you hadn’t a body in this room until this moment. Now you are standing in the chamber close to the figure. Face unseen within the deep shadow of its hood, the cloaked stranger offers you the cup. Do you drink?

Here’s a word you will not find in the dictionary. Ironic that a society enthralled by digital life where people count computer programs as friends and a store of value is treated as inherently valuable should lack a word for its own condition until now.

Psev•des•thi•phil•i•a (‘sev,desTHəˈfilyə)- Love of Illusion; Infatuation with imitations in preference to authentic counterparts. From Greek philos (Φίλος) “love, companionship” + Psevdaísthisi (ψευδαίσθηση) “illusion, distortion of reality”.

'Tis an invisible tether which brings us close We each take on the roles of parasite and host Restrictions may lead to freedom

A textured experience with rough edges to clear away negativity, bubbly noise to massage your thoughts, sizzling pressure to relieve your burdens, and a clear icy chord to cool you down and ward off the next dose of senseless cruelty. Think of it as an auto wash for your mind instead of your car. I am very curious to hear your feedback. The experience takes about 17 minutes. Listening full through recommended.

Mysterious sounds abound in digital space Riding the tinkling, raspy, pillow-textured waves A spirit renowned is transmuted, transmitted Through meticulous mathematical engines

This majestic milieu of sound anatomy Is a pathway to an unmade reality This is the place of planting, fertility, birth Where grow seeds of the trees of life cracking the dirt

This is good ground for hopes and dreams and wishes too If you plant and nurture them, the may grow 'round you In the place of potential limits are your own Current quos cannot control what you choose to grow

I can't tell you what to seek, but here is a door May this unmade place provide enough to explore If you do not find it here, know there is much more You are the soul who knows what you are waiting for

There they were, those two eccentric fellows standing––no, sitting in the middle of a hostile army having lunch? What the–– "Ow!" I exclaimed far too loudly as a heavy impact on my arm broke my wonderment. "Shhh!" exclaimed the old gamer quietly, but forcefully. "What do you think you're doing?!” he asked frustrated. “I––I––“ I started nervously. “I wanted to check on the brothers. Just in case you know...but I––" "Never mind them!" chastised the old man. "We have a job to do and they are perfectly capable of doing theirs." "Sure," I protested, "but––". "No buts kid, come on let's go. And give me that!" The old gamer snatched my variscope and pushed me forward. A helicopter flew by below and promptly crashed into an adjacent building raining fire and debris down onto the security force. Of course, seventeen stories up without my variscope I could only see the explosion and the smoke.

"Go!" implored the game master in a harsh whisper shoving me forward again. "I need to ponder this incident," he proclaimed his eyes twinkling. I started forward, but not too fast. When he thought I wasn't looking I caught him sneaking a peak down below through the variscope. "Ah ha!" I proclaimed a little too loudly making my way back to him. "Shh!," he said holding back a smile. "I see I wasn't the only one interested in what’s below," I teased. "Never you mind that child. Didn’t I tell you to go? You know, when I was young––" "Yes yes," I interrupted him. "When you were young, children did what they were told,” I said. " Well guess what," I continued, "I'm not a child and you may be an elder, but you're sure not acting like one. Come on!"

I pushed the frustrating old fool forward until he stopped fighting me. I also snatched back my variscope. "Do you know what the hell is going on down there?" I asked as we crept through the empty corridor. "I've never seen anything like that. Bullets, energy blasts, and those two lounging like they’re having a smoke.” ”I understand it a little," said the old gamer as we worked to catch up with Kestra, our navigator. "But honestly," he said, "those two have been around a lot longer than me and know things I do not." I kept my silence contemplating how a couple of blokes who looked no older than forty-five could possibly have “been around” longer than my 148 year old companion. People didn't even live that long before his time.

"What took you so long?" whispered Kestra harshly when we finally caught up. "Enjoying the view," said the old man. "Enjoying the––this isn't a game Patnic!" proclaimed Kestra. The game master raised is eyebrow. Kestra rolled her eyes and continued moving. The old gamer winked at me. I smiled. Had I known that that would be the last wink I would ever see from him, I may have let us stay a little longer by the window.

This is at the heart of what I do Each day testing for something brand new Bleeps and blops and drums alot It is digital-analog love I've got

Rhythms, collisions, joyful visions Pleasant surprises, sudden decisions This work is one of many to come Take a listen, explore, have fun

And so it has come to this, you in a raincoat on a starless, tempestuous night standing on a high hill overlooking the beach and the village. There are always lights on in the village at night. But now the village is dark. In the evenings, there is always music and laughter echoing from the sacred halls even in the rain. This night, however, there is silence. You descend the hill. Is it just you or is there a charge in the air?

You wander the cold, dark streets of the abandoned village shivering at the emptiness of it all. What would make them leave this place so suddenly? You pass through the village and stand on the rocky shore just outside. But there shouldn't be any rocks on this part of the beach. Perhaps the villagers left some clues in their haste to leave. You reach into your pocket for a light when a blue glow begins to illuminate the space around you. In the dim luminance you see an oddly patterned network of inky, wet stones. "Thanks, I––", your throat shuts as you struggle to comprehend the sight before you. The glow continues to expand, its center obscured by a shadowy abyss. Your imagination and reason flee from each other, but shock and understanding rein them in. An enormous, glowing eye with a slit two or three stories tall has opened up in front of you. In the light of the eye you recognize the wet scales you stand on, and in the depths of the abyssal slit, you know you are being watched.

You find yourself down at the club. But this is not your average city watering hole. They only let you in if you let yourself in. If you have to ask, you are sent away. Your friend who you plan to meet tonight gave you the rundown, so you're good right? The place is down a steep set of stairs in a dimly lit alley. Ahead is what appears to be a solid metal wall set into a brick edifice. At the top of the wall, a light brighter than the rest of the alley illuminates the entrance where stands what might be the largest man you've ever seen.

The man appears not to notice you. Nervous, you nearly ask him if this is the entrance, but you catch yourself and approach the door with false bravado. Reaching the wall, you perceive no visible cracks or joints indicating a movable object. Sweat forms on your brow as you reach for the handle which is so flat it seems like a drawing. You grab the handle and push down. Nothing happens. You try again with no luck. You start to shake as the guard side-eyes you and you notice him subtly shift his stance.

Thinking fast, you quickly switch you your grip and pull the handle up instead. The handle spins 45 degrees and you step back as the outline of a door appears in the wall around the handle. The door slides aside and an array of dancing lights drifts out as if in a cloud. You hear no sound, but get the sense that life and livelihood is just ahead of you. Trying to play it cool, you smile and shake your head. "Gets me every time", you say aloud studiously ignoring the guard. You notice his posture reset. as you make your way into the colorful lights and the door slides shut behind you.

Here you are in a room holing a glass of unknown origin filled with a mysterious liquid. The liquid looks like a thick beer with a bluish cast. The glass itself looks like a hollowed chunk of cracked ice, though it is not cold to touch. You are unfamiliar with the person who handed it to you, but they have assured you it will do no harm before promptly vanishing into thin air. Best you can tell, their words are truthful, but still...do you take a chance?

If your answer is no: Leave this post, forget the song, and move on with your life. Who knows, maybe it's for the better.

If your answer is yes: You smell the liquid. Is that a hint of brine? All-in-all, it doesn't smell like much, and you figure a sip at least is safe enough. After all, you can always spit it out if something seems off. As the soft foam caresses your lips, you find yourself on the shores of an unknown land. Gray sand and gray water bolster a stark, gray sky. Sea foam covers your face, your chest, and your hands. As the dark liquid washes over you, it touches your tongue. You prepare to spit it out, but the taste is somehow pleasant. You let it slip down your throat. Distant singing claims your attention, but you cannot pinpoint the source. The indigo water washes over you again and you sit up. A bright crest is slowly appearing on the horizon revealing a tapestry of oranges, purples, blues, and pinks overtaking the gray clouds. Where the clouds have parted, a fading night sky hints at stars which you have never seen. Someone whispers in your ear–you find yourself in a room holding a glass of unknown origin. You are completely dry and alone. Examining the contents of the glass more closely you would swear you could see lapping waves as the drink sloshes about. Will you take another sip?

This is a message a for anyone who has observed the condition of humanity from early days until now, the month of January 2026, and who is both concerned with our general condition and who is working to walk a different path.

This botanical infusion of FM synthesis and analog bitters eased by buttery reversals and lifted with a touch of bronze is the perfect tonic for a rainy day at home or sitting by the window staring at the stars as your spaceship lands on a new world.

A passion base infused with blue raspberry vocals and tangerine guitar over crushed cherry bass finished with a healthy dollop of string sorbet.

A yolky beat lounging under sizzling synths and a syrupy drone. Add a pinch of bass and punctuate with amarena arpeggios for a retake on electro house with a malty after taste.

A gentle draft of pleading voice infused with honey sweet strings seasoned with the easy bitterness of all natural vocals enriched by lush and creamy resampled loops.

A collection experimental electronic improvisations invoking the reworking of an established reality to make way for a new and mysterious world.