
Gaper

The Giant Family
A family without friendship does not fit the set definition of family. It becomes a system we are born in to with set rules we are forced to respect. Rules reinforced by an aging hierarchy.

ReverbNation
Democracy

Technical Issues

Back On Tracks

That's Dark Ofay Din recording once more. All the demos were written and recorded some time back and now that they have had a good sit I am going back over them one by one to produce the finished articles. Some of the tracks will change quite radically from the demos, others will be more down to a change in sound balance and a few variations added. The lyrics will get their final edit once the music is complete as I have a tendency to change words to fit in better with the sound of a piece.
This should all sound pretty different from anything you have heard before. You can expect machine noise beats, plucked acoustic strings and a whole variation in vocals. Prose has been written for spoken word sections, there are a couple of instrumentals and a fair mix of musical genres. There are some jazz licks, some trad folk themes and a industrial metal fusion all put together with my trusty little machine. In many ways this will be an exercise in style as the combination of genres has not always been easy to blend together and many of the concepts involved surpass the realms of music. However I am seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and will keep you updated if there are any changes to schedule.

Sextant Link


Not being a big fan of banners I've been trying to think up something that serves the same purpose but is more versatile. The above pic is a still of what I have in mind. This version is well over twice the size of the animated version I'm in the process of making. It's based on a sextant which is a navigational tool and that is what inspired me. I'm hoping to get the animation fully functional soon but have had to change file format as the images contain too many variations in colour to come out as a clean cut GIF. So the frames are being made in a PNG format which may involve a few technical issues for me when it comes to getting the finished image up. online and flashing friendly.
Its purpose is to be added to peoples' sites as a link to this site. So I wanted it small as to not be invasive, letting the animation be the eye catching element. This should all be up and rolling during the week and ready to be added in the form of HTML code.
Website Continued...

Images have recently been added to the art gallery, there will be another five posted over the next fortnight. The full size pictures will be available for print at my deviant art account in the near future, I'll fill you in on this closer to the time.
The lyrics section will remain empty for the time being as words are being removed, changed and verses are being switched. The full lyric sheet will be posted with the final edit.
For those of you wondering where the Heartbeat Enigma has gone it is still up, I just haven't made a link for it yet, it to will be coming soon.
Please check out the external links page for an inspiring view of surreal art and join the dark scene forum for a whole inside view of what makes dark art so compulsive and enduring.
Enjoy the trip.

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F-Rancid
I am a thirteen year old immigrant with no knowledge of the language or culture. My parents send me to a private Catholic school that had been recommended to them by some local farmers. Overlooking the fact that I was brought up in the Protestant faith. This proved to be a problem with some of the other pupils at the school. Thus making my first memory of France being surrounded by boys twice my size shouting at me in a tongue I didn't understand. Or teachers leaving me on my own in a room with a couple of books and telling me to learn the language. My parents were too busy living some sort of second honeymoon to be bothered with my problems so I spent every day with a dictionary and copied out everyday words. I did this for a few months until I could muster up enough of the language to communicate and thus began my true discovery of French mentality.
For this first year we were living in a small agricultural village from which I got the bus everyday to school. Every morning I would face a selection of derogatory comments while boarding the bus and have a variation on the theme when returning home. At the end of the school day all pupils had to wait at the gate until their transport arrived, a procedure that was upheld by a wicked looking woman employed as playground surveyor. I remember this once however, coming out of the classroom that lead directly on to the exterior fire escape stairs and seeing everyone the other side of the gate looking at the wall connected to it. I fleeted down the three flights to find out what they were all staring at. Spray painted in red letters was the sentence: 'Let's not play with Le Pen'. While I was reading this a boy was using a green leaf to stain the letters: i s, on to the end of it. I asked another boy next to me what Le Pen meant and he made a Nazi salute while holding his index finger under his nose then said that Le Pen is a bad man. He added quietly while peeking at the school that they liked him but he didn't.
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Jean Marie Le Pen is the leader of a political party known as the National Front. This party took its roots from a terrorist organization known as La Cagoule which contained members such as Charles De Gaulle. It's main idea is that France belongs to the french, that the frontiers of France should be reinforced and immigration should be stamped out. In televised interviews Le Pen has made remarks along the lines of: there is lack of evidence that Jews were gassed to death during the Nazi Holocaust. The lack of evidence being that no one actually saw this happen as there were no windows on the gas chambers. The worrying factor however is not so much what this man has said over the decades but that he got over 15 percent of the presidential votes during the 1995 and 2002 elections. In fact in 2002 he was approaching a fifth of the overall votes. Now many french people will tell you that this figure is so high because of the low turn out of voters and that those that are for the National Front will make sure they vote. However they forget to mention that people such as myself, who are French citizens are not allowed to vote. Yet if you are a french national and live in another country you are allowed to vote without even setting foot in the country. Welcome to the land of Equality.
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For the next few years we lived in a bigger town slightly further south. Here is where I had to put up with remarks such as: 'What are you doing in this school! Why don't you go back to your own country?', 'are you not wearing your skirt today?' and of course the obligatory mocking of my Scottish accent. Many of these remarks resulted in a boxing demonstration which was most definitely in my favour as I had been trained as a boxer from the age of 6 and was taught: When pushed hit hard. I didn't get in to many fights before people left me alone but that was just me. Over the period of a week a small Arabian boy started going to the canteen for lunch. He sat at the table where I was seated with 8 others. He was obviously shy and a intimidated by the large amount of people in the canteen and the fact that he was younger and smaller than the rest of us didn't help. On his first day nobody left him any food which I noticed by his clean plate when lunch was finished. On the second I told him to sit next to me as we walked in which he did and he got his share of lunch. For the rest of the week the young lad followed me to whatever table I sat at but still was getting abuse of one form or another from the other children at the table. Most of it was name calling that I didn't understand at the time. He lasted a week then he didn't have school dinners anymore. The thing is the children that were picking on that little boy were afraid of the other big boys who happened to be of Arabian decent. These big boys did tend to behave like pack animals which I learned first hand when ten of them were waiting for me outside the school gates. They were there for revenge as I had taken on two of them the day before and beaten one of them up. The result was ten waited for me to come out from school, hovered around me for a few minutes, none of them daring to touch me and that was the end of it. It is this sort of behaviour that many so called French natives try to use as a reason for voting for the National Front. The irony is these Arabian boys were French and had been since the day they were born, so even if the National Front did get in to power and applied it's magic French saving formula it wouldn't change a thing for these lads. On the other hand all the people just getting on with their lives would be told to pack up and get out because they weren't born on French soil.
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In many, maybe even most French households it is agreed that there is a problem with Arabs in France. This is perceived because of a small group of undesirables who turn to crime and violence and of course are of Arabian decent. What is not spoken about is that France occupied Algeria for years and did not have a particularly good record in human rights while there. During the Algerian war(1954-62) the French systematically tortured and mutilated native Algerians, this brutality was tentatively covered up then tried to be excused by saying they were doing that to. At the end of this conflict Algerians who had fought with the French and not against them had to leave their native land or risk their lives. So they emigrated to France where they were treated with disdain and given very little opportunity to make a good new life often finding themselves working in factories under poor conditions with equally poor pay.
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I worked in an internationally known industrial bakery during holiday time to get some cash together for my studies. I worked along side Africans and Eastern Europeans packing and stacking frozen bread. Yet every time I went to the main office to get the missing pay I was due all I could see were Caucasian French people. This is quite a theme throughout France, you really do notice the black man with the good job because it's such a novelty. To succeed in France as a foreigner is not impossible but it will not be easy. You will be put down constantly and in many ways and no matter what you do or say they will find a way to slow you down. I sat and passed a Bachelor of Literature in 1997. During two two years preparing for the final exams I had a french teacher who failed every paper I handed in. I got these papers verified by other French teachers and they informed me that I would pass without any problems which I subsequently did. In another school in the same town a teacher pushed a pupil down the stairs. The boy died from the fall and the teacher was punished by being transferred to another school, it was an accident after all. A few years before this a young woman was serial raped by the local rugby team but as the most of the rapists were the sons of Doctors and lawyers no charges were pressed. A couple of these same lads went round pensioners homes putting cigarettes out on the old folks feet until they said where they hid their savings. Again no charges were pressed. A young man of Arabian decent, suspected of car theft was shot dead by a police officer for running away. I got arrested and a gun held to my head as a teenager for walking down a street at three in the morning. The same officer who arrested me shot a woman in the leg while on duty drunk one night and the only reason he is no longer a police officer is because he shot himself in the head. This is the France I know because this is the France I lived in. It has no brotherly spirit, it's equality depends on what family you were born in to and the only real freedom it gives you is the one to leave.

Dreams And Other Visions

Setting The Scenes

Pawns And Principles

Lyrics and Poetry

The Heartbeat Enigma

Primal Steps

Grid
The entire project is titled: Mirrors and Black Magic
The musical section goes under: Dark Ofay Din
The written Section is called: The Heartbeat Enigma
And the picture part is: Delusional Reflections
I tend to use patterns and this project is no exception. Numbers 1 to 13, each number corresponding to a playing card (Ace to King), Chess pieces (8 pawns, 1 Rook, 1 knight, 1 bishop, 1 queen) again 13 each corresponding to a playing card and a number.
I've included a Zero factor which will be the center piece for the image work (0,Joker,King)
This is the frame work. I need a frame to have a method, so I know where to start and where to finish.
The story side is orientated around emotions and the choices we make in certain situations. I dabbled with the surreal for this and a touch of supernatural.
The music I hope will give this all the brooding mood it is intended to have.
Some look on life as a game

Cornered


Visions
