Synaesthetic Monk's Blues

Phantasmagoria, magic lantern shows, spectacles without substance. They achieved complete sensory experiences through noise, incense, lightening, water. There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.

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The main thing a musician would like to do, is to give a picture to the listener of the many wonderful things he knows of and senses in the universe... I'm using the insides of sounds to move around in a very subtle way which, I think, ends up being inevitable. I feel it's the only solution to that particular problem that I presented myself.

Thursday, April 09, 2009


He meditates in cryogenic bliss, until the signs appear. His incubation chamber triggers off a series of optical beams that reflect off of a network of emerald glass mirrors and fall incident upon spherechuckers. These floating spherechuckers start humming with ancient celestial harmony.

Xaero awakens.

Sound manifests as miniaturized globes of radiant energy, and Xaero begins to dance. Furiously he weaves these globes into pulsating threads which come alive. He calls these conscious threads of golden globules Funkinogens. Aeons pass, as Xaero performs the dance of creation and destruction. Some of these Funkinogens become deceased and the globules start projecting obsidian crystalline tentacles which disintegrate the healthy Funkinogens upon contact. These abominations of his creation, or Wankers as he refers to them threaten to upset the state of grooving that Xaero is in, with his Funkinogens. He therefore subsequently has to catch these Wankers and shaft them, so to speak.

He usually legitimizes his actions citing something about some instruction his Creator gave him regarding Wankers who refused to get groovy with the whole scene.

But apart from that bit of nastiness, Xaero and the Funkinogens groove for eternities, until Xaero decides its time for him to meditate upon his work until his Creator sends him the signs again. And so Xaero brings his great dance to a close, and just before he retreats into his inner sanctum within the Incubation chamber - he energizes the Funkinogens and turns them into a glowing web of light and pulsating strings, which reorganizes itself into a silouhette of Michael Jackson before warping away into infinity.

Happy with his work, Xaero sits and meditates.


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