In this new DIY culture of viral videos and unfettered access to an endless wash of knowledge, John carved a new niche for himself. He drew a groove among the sonic waves. A bombastic explosion of hardware reacting to the tumultuous undertow of the internet’s noise fest. This group is more than a midi sequencer, more than a laptop or mixing board, more than a backing track. The machines come alive. Cables crawl like snakes in an on stage network, ranging out from full amplifiers like black ships on the sea. All heading in toward the electronic helmsman. John harnesses the digital minions of the machine’s making and repurposes them into electronic life. He channels the soul of all his old pack brothers traveling in this world and beyond.
Rebel against the patterns and lines. Seek the deep truth of life’s mysteries stirring in the undercurrents and howling in the desert winds. Heed the titans of greatness. Listen for the sibyl. Reject life’s drudgery. Conquer tragedy. Feel pain. Live. Rise. Raise the call, a heretic’s cry, wailing over the fallen warriors. The lost brothers. The lifer’s creed. Bury the Machines.
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Created: March 7, 2016, 7:19 p.m.
Last Modified: June 28, 2016, 9:12 p.m.