Share via Share via... Twitter Facebook Pinterest WhatsAppRecent ChangesSend via e-MailPrintPermalink × Table of Contents Profile Dave Migman Track list News Dave Migman Profile Dave Migman Follow via Bandcamp Soundcloud The Wolf Stepped Out Dave Migman Dave Migman is a prolific writer of poetry and dark fiction. There is a novel entitled The Wolf Stepped Out, a sort of urban ‘Inferno’, and there is also a spoken word album called ‘Sheol’, an artistic collaboration with Serbian musician Spleen Erebus. There are also many poems and stories scattered over the vast, immeasurable space of the cyber realm. Much of Dave’s recent work reflects his love for travel and his engagements with an animate, mythological reality. For twenty years he has earned a living by carving stones in Edinburgh, Scotland. He draws his inspiration from a vast reference base culled from various obscure sources over the past two decades. There are Celtic, Pictish, Viking, Neolithic and many more besides. In doing this he also explores ancient mythological threads that reoccur in various cultures. All this bears influence upon his art and writing. Track list Magick, Music and Ritual 12 - Audiothrillseeker & Dave Migman - The Heart of Every Avalanche The Heart of Every Avalanche (Audiothrillseeker/Migman) This to me that was whispered with cacaphonic brevity like the heart of an avalanche that scored me in three What was it? for it did not remain it passed through my hollow bones dripped like wax from thought to poisoned thought this unreason this mirage this illusion the serpent wore a mask of you in a golden moment poised a glance now stolen from my memory I will weave you some kind of spell flare into your righteous annihilation face your pain will endure I am going I am nearly gone I am learning to unlearn the ball of thoughts unwind unwoven each simple thread yearns to become complex structures gone nearly gone now a part destination an incomplete plan wreck-a-nowhere I am drawing it deep your face is fading still, burning so, from now on there will be only a series of lovers whose hearts join in temporal unison sing our gasping songs through nights of discovery And so, as she returned to my bed and in that tender spoon her kisses came and I knew there would be others for both and though we might part to converge again some point, down the line Magick, Music and Ritual 10 - Dave Migman — The Magnificent Accord The Magnificent Accord (Dave Migman) This song is one of a 20+ part sequence of tunes culled from notebooks. In 2012 I bought a one-way ticket to Greece and roamed the Cycladic islands and found myself in Turkey. Above the little town of Kas I came across an ancient temple, and would sit writing what came, inspired by the landscape and the ancient Temples I was visiting everyday. After leaving Turkey I travelled by ferry to Crete from Rhodes (a nightmare 17 hours in a storm). From there I went to the tiny volcanic island of Santorini where I have friends. I rented a cave house for three months and began laying tunes down and writing. The winter was harsh, cold and windswept, but my secluded quarters afforded me a haven from the elements. I would record in the echoing chambers and used what little instruments were available to me. I had a wee harmonica, a bowed piece of driftwood struck with elastic bands, a thumb piano and my MacBook (thus I was also able to utilize the virtual keyboards available in Garageband). Compositing was performed in both Garageband and Audacity. With The Magnificent Accord I wanted to use my harmonies to build a sense of the wonder and power of that particular moment, watching the sunset as storm clouds drifted in from across the Aegean … rainbows and burgeoning moons! Magick, Music and Ritual 10 - Dave Migman and Audiothrillseeker - These Are Not Tears These Are Not Tears (Audiothrillseeker/Migman) Music and mixing was performed by Australian musician Audiothrillseeker conjures the essence of the words by Dave Migman, adding, as all good music should, a further, profound dimension. our dissolution runs in rivulets down our cheeks begging forgiveness from the hollows of our misinterpreted lives in our solvency, inadequacy the pieces dissolving, the jigsaw is a kaleidoscopic craze in which we seek fresh patterns to imbibe meaning into each strata as we struggle onwards sometimes laughing, sometimes crying but always now apart longing the halcyon fantasy that marks the narrative of our passing you are a stingray spike through a tongue you are turquoise embedded in flesh an old man gasping for air on a Mediterranean night. Everything you touch ignites or dies. there was no diversion from the sound they were diametrically exposed to each other he sat, immobilised, as the cello drew powder from his bones and the chanter rang the chambers of his heart like a sonorous bell can’t say I want the stress of your disaster freaking up the warp of my weft the April sun is drying out the shingle the plane arrows the apricot dusk I have several blessings to count Several to curse, several to discount Another beer to fudge the balmy cunt and feed the bastard night alive again to curse, to drop, to fall Do they laugh at our freakish dance? Surely we are casting doubts upon The paradigms of their contrivance For it is their ‘shit’ not ours, and Though I do not doubt our insanity I also consider theirs more virulent! Ours is that of imbeciles drunk on The scant passion of moments past Clinging to our obsession with the Temerity of limpets – the bastion Of faith and faithless, dreams Or emptiness, the sun hollers Through the pink, some one is drowning In the silence of the ocean News Read more news on the blog at Audiothrillseeker. Last modified: 2016/12/23 17:52by John Bell