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Ghost Rider

Crashanywhere — Sun, 18 Apr 2010 01:31:47 +0000

Good Lord, I’m alive. Bionaut, for those of you uninitiated and even for those that are, is like a stuffen jellyfish you know. We float inordinately through time vaguely aware of our own existence. Well, it’s a rare moment indeed ain’t it that for me or should I say us being in the conscious state as it might be said. For all love I should admit that Bionaut is me. Yes, it is a me most all of the time. It is also an us, and of course it is when we should appear in public as the product of two such deranged individuals as you might witness with your own senses, but as it may be written and as it may be said this Bionaut is but me more than likely in the event that I am not gone on to the big causeway.

Let’s go long, shall we? Stuff it, no way. I’m already losing interest in consciousness. I suppose the only reason I wanted to reach out was to note that Bionaut has recorded an insane amount of material that no one has ever heard! I’m listening to a wholly satisfying piece of Pink Floyd meets Suicide and it is bliss upon my word. However, I’ve never been much of a hand at representing our creative output to the masses. Ooops! My bad! I listen to this music we’ve done sometimes, and I am BLOWN AWAY at how cool it is to have recorded it. Bionaut is SO AWESOME! Then, I go off floating like a jellyfish into the deep…

Hose Me Off!

Crashanywhere — Wed, 30 Dec 2009 01:43:42 +0000

Good Lord! What’s more incredible here, members of Bionaut having physical contact with each other, or Paul having physical contact with a bottle of water! Doesn’t Paul look like he’s going to shed his skin or something? My those gold sneakers are sharp!

Dinosaur Easel

Crashanywhere — Sat, 17 Oct 2009 01:22:13 +0000

I sometimes wish I had never heard of Bionaut. Pity, if I had never created it, I never would have had to hear of it. Nonetheless, in all things electronic music I blame Paul Eggleston, or at the very least Klaus, Del and Dikmik. Yet it was Paul who enabled my own descent into the maelstrom, so let it be him.

Painting with electronic sound is a most treasured experience, but preparing the canvas and palette can be much more strenuous than brushing on gesso and squeezing a few tubes. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so noisome, should there not be the requirement of moving the gear over hill and dale, and crossing bridges to reach houses your grandmother wouldn’t dare set foot near in order to present your art to the masses. Unfettered so would not be quarrelsome. Alas, it is not to be in this age. Armies march with sword, shield, and armor and Bionaut must load in and load out with the same.

Bionaut is an ‘old-school’ electronic act. We already own piles of electronic instruments built of steel and circuits. Born in an earlier age, we lumber as dinosaurs. The ground will shake and the tiny mammals shall quiver and hide. Bionaut shall convey its weighty presence to all corners of its empire until gravity shall pull it down. The descent of bones imagined as the hope of a fossil record bears the effort.

I know of no other band that even approaches our lack of logic. We are perhaps like Romans styling ourselves as Hellenic philosophers, refusing to learn the lesson that non-commercial effort leads to no success yet reveling in our glory as aesthetic champions. We hew to the belief that communion with the mysteries represents an ideal which attained bestows a sense of spiritual triumph and, thusly, justification of the work.