A quick note before bed....

[oneirophrenia]

Let me tell you, driving home from Pittsburgh on big, ol' empty Route 43 at 1:30 am on a Sunday night, listening to Oneiroid Psychosis' Dreams (With Pollutions When Virile) is a seriously, seriously creepy experience. Lone car...middle of the night...middle of the nowhere, surrounded in the dark beyond the acrid halogen streetlamps by all manner of sparkly lights and random stars...listening to an 8-minute song that ends on the note "You're starting to die, and so am I"...CREEPY. Period.

Much to tell, later...but that's all I've the energy to scribble out before my forehead hits the keyboard and cartoon Z's begin to bubble up about my head.

Comments

[jdecay.livejournal.com]

It was great seeing you last night, Pegritz. Dreams is an absolutely brilliant piece of work by OP. I dig all their albums, but each album has been a great step forward. And it sounds like quite the atmospheric moment to have.

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[oneirophrenia.livejournal.com]

Great seeing you, too, brother. I've found a great deal of Oneiroid Psychosis has been filtering into my own musical compositions, lately, especially the third part of the "Subterranean Passage" trilogy--the ambient EPs, Not much longer now..., A special place prepared for you in hell, and the concluding elements (which I'm currently sort of half-assed working on), Please inform next of kin--which is starting to slowly evolve into a more structured piece of work: still depressing as hell, still morbidly ambient and dreary as a February evening in Seattle, but a little bit less amorphous and more structured. Heh. I might even add some vocals, but then I'll probably just sound like a wanna-be Decay, and we can't have that! I ain't about to be bitin' on none of my homies' styles. :)