iono-18 Me, Without A Name

words, cover art and sounds: Telegraphy

01: Sneaking Behind, To Scare Yourself ..........................7:34 min

02: Speak Of It, Is Not To Think Of It.........................10:23 min

03: Taking Thy Self To Prom (ballad of singles).................6:42 min

04: The Last Leaf That Hangs On....................................7:29 min

05: Leaf (Monopole recondition) ......................................9:14 min

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 Telegraphy's eighteenth release here on Ionosonde Recordings. Tying our shoes on bubble gum ground is as close as a description for this "shoe gazed" five tracked experimental dubed techno EP. "Me, Without A Name" explores the inner most part of ourselves. The "I" of consciousness is only but a clumsy word that attempts to describe you and me. Without the "I", how can we have the "ME". The two must exist. So - "I" Telegraphy give you "Me, Without A Name." Enjoy!                

iono-17 "Earth Stereo"

words, cover art and sounds: Telegraphy

track listing:

01: Cosmic Induction Generation...................6:50 min

02: Versor Algebra........................................6:20 min

03: Extraluminal Transmission ........................7:50 min

04: Four Quadrant Theory..............................8:18 min

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 Influenced by the genius renegade electrical engineer and teacher Eric P. Dollard who is better known as the modern day living Tesla. "Earth Stereo"by Telegraphy is a sound journey through the mind of this brilliant inventor. If synthesizers could speak of his work - they would sound like this. Speaking in occult mathematics and higher understanding of fundamental electronics, Telegraphy puts in motion the fundamentals of sound. With a full range of dub techno echos and reverb, each track contains hidden aspects of natural math and tonalities. Pushing the boundaries of the low end spectrum with base and plenty of it (just like with Eric's experiments) Telegraphy opens up a new door to revel a new direction for dub techno to go in.               

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words by: Telegraphy

Recently Telegraphy was honored in having
one of his own tracks featured in a 20 minute short film by the very talented french film maker Julien Tatham. From the album "Telegraphy" ,  Julien expertly hand crafted one of the scenes in his latest film "Because We Don't Know This Place" to coincide with Telegraphy's track "Monopole" . The flawless marriage of sound track too scene is a prime example of film directmenship in the audio sense that is. 

  So what is the short film "Because We Don't Know This Place" all about? Well, without spoiling every bit of artistic value - It's simply this....

 A thirty-something woman is constantly tormented by upsetting dreams of the past, which some how has to be approached by journeying to a familiar but hidden place. As the film progresses, it is evident  that its all about the music and not necessarily the story itself. But, the plot line hangs on to you anyways. Taking on a different approach of story telling, you find yourself no longer watching a film but a film turned into music video. Like spinning around dancing with your twin, Julien  reverses the order in this cinematic promenade. WAIT A MINUTE ! How did he do that? Why did he do that ? In any reguard,  the climatic live performance of  musician Mathieu Mirol  sets the story straight and then the viewer receives all of the pieces of the puzzle of where, who and why of our tormented thirty-something woman. Taking this alternate avenue of viewable story telling is the only way we as the viewer would of found out. Why........? It's only because we don't know this place. Thats why.    

            For more information on how and where to view the film "Because We Don't Know This Place"
                                           Please visit   

Rich Sudney - Nothingness Is Not A Thought (offical video)

  One of our best past times on a lazy hot summers day here at Ionosonde Recordings, is to lock ourselves in a over heated closet with a laptop and a cold adult beverage. Sit on a uncomfortable stoll, and make music videos !!! What better way  to spend a beautiful sunny day then in a dark closet. Yeah, we're introverts all right.

  With sweat pouring off of our head and nether get the picture. It was damn hot in the Ionosonde studios. Using footage taken from a midnight stroll through the woods on Michigan's toughest bike trails, "Nothingness Is Not A Thought" explores the deep dark unknowns behind every tree and mushroom?   

 Rich Sudney - Ionosonde  is available at Amazon


iono-16 "Smile, Echelon Knows

track listing:

01: Smile, Echelon Knows......................................9:35 min

02: How Are You Today.............................................7:21 min

03: Downtown Techno With Twerks.......................7:22 min

04: Sunday Outing In June.......................................7:31 min

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 Echelon, the (SIGINT) or "signals intelligent" was or is the worlds leading information gathering entity. Anything from e-mails to cell phone interception, this group of shadow people who operate behind the closed "green door" can and will with a push of a button, listen in on my own and your personal traffic.

 "Smile, Echelon Knows" by Telegraphy is a cloak and dagger deception of dubed audio and field recordings, that will gather all traffic of synthesized chords and beats which will link together all possible variables to make a profile of "you" the listener. Smile !

Report out of the Smoke (Ann Arbor Hash Bash 2014)

words, photo and audio by: Telegraphy

  This years Ann Arbor Hash Bash 
had a distinguished after taste. Like indulging  in on a gourmet $1000 Japaneses t-bone steak, a lush satisfying sensation hung around us after the festivities were over and done with. No, not the buzz we caught from the over abundance of second hand pot smoke but from the ultimate lessen we've learned from the original promoters of this euphoric expostulation. More about that later.

  I had a sense right when I got up that morning that today I was going to learn a deep lesson. Taking that first nervous but half asleep step out of my bed, I stepped on a piece of a Leggo toy left behind by my 9 yr old nephew. .....Lesson learned - Always and I mean always be weary of what you do and say before, during and after the in-law's stay.  Like a war veteran I limped to gather my things to take to the Hash Bash. Carmera's: check! Voice Recorder: check! Smoking pipe: check! Pipe tobacco: (yea, I know. I shock myself when I tell people when asked, "What'cha smoking, ha, ha!" It's just regular pipe tobacco folks, I don't smoke "the chronic") check!!!!! To continue - Film for camera's: ?????? Oh no! It's a beautiful Saturday morning, 44F and sunny, the best weather on Hash Bash day we've ever had and I forgot to get the film! As I'm limping around with a piece of leggo stuck to the soul of my foot, searching for at least a half used roll of film. Like a heroin addict scrounging around face first in the sidewalk trash cans, looking, nervously looking for a half smoked cigarette, I was face first in my backpack looking, nervously looking for film, any film!.

 With no film found, I was starting to go through withdraws. The noxious feeling was starting to creep up. If I don't get my fix of film I'll.....I mean if I don't find a store that sells film this early; my plans for the Hash Bash will be BASHED!!

 Anyways I digress. After spending half of the morning driving north 20 miles to the closest place (that's open on the weekends) that sells oldschool film, I was on my way another 70 miles south to Ann Arbor. Ah yes, the spring weather was the best you could hope for. The sun was shining brightly and I was on my way to the Ann Arbor Hash Bash.

  After finding a parking spot 10 blocks away, I hiked up hill both ways and grabbed the nearest cup of Earl Grey tea. Heading out to the Daig where the festivities were going down, I was fashionably late to this vaporises event of delirious demonstrators. Rubbing shoulders with stoners, jocks, hanger-on-ers and curious on lookers, I made my way to the front steps where the speakers were spouting their elocutions of   awakening  mantras. One of those speakers was the world renowned poet John Sinclair .  For years now yours truly had a insatiable desirer to interview one of the founding members of the Hash Bash. What better person then John Sinclair.

  Nervelessly making my way up to John, I kindly asked of a interview. Granting my request, I began fumbling with my handy voice recorder, trying my best to get it set right to record. With a fed-up sounding voice, (like he was ready to be interviewed but I wasn't) he yelled out above the crowds roars in his unique raspy smoked out voice," O.K. I'm ready!". I then snapped to life. Like a verbal whip piercing across the back of my neck. His commanding attitude echoes a life time of hardship and oppression. I then, without for-thought, asked the most un-asked question (a buddhist koan - a question without an answer). "So John, what is this all about?". He replied assuredly,"We just wana smoke man! That's all!"

That about sums up what I've been searching for all these years attending the Ann Arbor Hash Bash. Looking for the ultimate answer through the smoke covered layers of different points of view's from folks that come to smoke here and enjoy freedom. American style freedom is what brings them here, not the over commercialized pot industry that sells their products at the Monroe Street Fair or the bands that play there. I guess I had to get educated by the big man himself, to open up my eyes to the true meaning of the Ann Arbor Hash Bash 2014                   

Rich Sudney - Ionosonde

  Dark Detroit pop (Det-Pop) is the only way to describe this eleven track album from Detroit sound artist Rich Sudney. Better known on the internet as Telegraphy. This freshman debut album is a juxtaposition of his free releases on the web.

Dark distant sound scaped rhythms that echo's classic Detroit techno is molded in form with ambient vibes that will leave you awe stricken laying on the cold dark dance floor. But it isn't all seriousness with Rich Sudney as he illuminates the darkness with dashes of comedic audio theater in-between melodies laden with watered down sonic vocals.

  "Ionosonde" is a game changing album in a sound environment where the hum-drum predictable beats and sounds are broken into a new direction down Detroit's "Electric Avenue" side streets. Pop just got darker and more delightful as Det-Pop makes it's way out of the underground.

released 17 February 2014 All tracks were written and produced by: Rich Sudney 2014 Recorded at Ionosonde Recordings studio Detroit, MI U.S.A.

                                           *From "The Ansewer Is In The Beat" WCBN *
Dubby techno from a prolific Detroit netlabel artist who previously used the name Telegraphy. Clicky, crunchy beats and dubby echoing chords and bass, as well as watery, filtered vocals. The 3 “Phone Talk” interludes show a dark, biting sense of humor completely unique to certain corners of Detroit techno (think DBX, Dopplereffekt and friends), with the narrator calling up someone named Eggie Kishnoshky who tells him that the apocalypse is already here and that everything is a conspiracy and that you should start watching everything through your third eye. Also, the two continually refer to each other as “mon”. “An Enigma Inside A Riddle” begins with the repeating dial tones from the end of the first phone talk interlude, and by the end of the track, it’s morphed from ambient dub techno into a straightforward dub reggae riddim. “Everything Is Under Controlled” and “Dancing With Your Shadow” are entirely instrumental, with the former having some light guitar notes, and the latter having some more rapid, clicky, crunchy beats. “Phone Talk 3″ ends grimly with explosions and the narrator being silenced while the operator asks if anyone’s there, and “Get A SSTV Decoder Dummy” is a creepy ambient collage using samples from the phone interludes. “Ocean (Telegraphy Reconstruct)” ends the album with an appropriately aquatic remix of “An Ocean Inside A Bottle”, bringing this oceanic-yet-fully-Detroit album to a close. Available on Bandcamp

Marche Du Nain Rouge 2014

words and photo by: Telegraphy

Every once in a while an event comes around here in Detroit so weird and enchanting that I manage to miss it consistently for years. Yes, procrastination is a constant  in all of our lives - that's why we can never.....Ahhh, I'll tell you later. For several years now yours truly here at Ionosonde has been etching to attend this parade of weirdly dressed and questionable residents of Detroit. Well, on the first Sunday after the Vernal Equinox (March 23) I got more then I could bargain for. The Marche Du Nain Rouge isn't your child's idea of a happy go lucky parade with all of the expected characters in attendants, entertaining all of their innocent desires. No this is more like your college aged kids idea of a parade filled with whimsical personalities dressed in elaborate red or black colored costumes, all high lighted with the ever present aroma of pot smoke mixed with a cacophony stench of alcohol - and lots of weirdly dressed people. Did I mention the weird costumes? Like a cartoon themed Carnival of Venice, this parade for and by Detroiters is one of the most strangest events you never heard of.            


It was a sunny yet but a chilly (20 F) Sunday morning in spring when I decided to venture out to the wilds of  Detroit to partake in this city's lest know celebrations. A parade in one sense of the word isn't enough to describe this scene of eccentrically dressed individuals dawned in red costumes in Detroit's "Cass Corridor" which is located in and around the shadows of Wayne State University. The Marche Du Nain Rouge is a yearly parade down Cass Ave which runs parallel to Americas oldest road (Woodward Ave). This spring time march through the streets adorned by abandon skyscrapers and run down Victorian houses, has one single and important purpose - To chase the "Red Dwarf" out of town.

 To understand the reasoning of this parade of flamboyantly fashioned fur coats and flocks, it's imperative to understand the history of the Marche Du Main Rouge.
  Legend has it that the Nain Rouge (which is french for "Red Dwarf") is a mystical creature originating from Normandy France has far back as mid-evil times. Described as being a child like red colored dwarf wearing  black fur boots with blazing red eyes that complement it's rotten smile. This
harbinger of doom is said to only be seen or attack people just before certain calamities. In more modern times (1700) the first mention of the Nain Rouge was by the first white explorers to Detroit. Antoine La Mothe Cadillac was attacked by this blood red creature and soon after lost all of his fortune. Speaking of blood - On on July 30, 1763 during what now is known as the battle of bloody run, the crimson creature made a guest appearance not long before 58 British soldiers were slain by chief Pontiac's tribesman. Oh, Bloody Run is the aptly named small tributary of the Detroit river of were the battle happened. Why is it named "Bloody Run" you should ask? Well the small crick ran red from the blood of all the fallen man for days after the battle - hence the name. Hey, you asked!

Unlike all legends, the Nain Rouge doesn't stop there. Twentieth century sightings came just before the horrific 1967 Detroit riot's .  The latest account came as late as 1996 when two drunken club goers walking, over heard "cawing sounds, similar to a crow," coming from a "small hunched-over man"  who ran away from a nearby car jacking (car burglary).  The creature was described as wearing "what looked like a really nasty torn fur coat."   

 So here I am driving around the Cass Corridor looking for a parking spot. Hey look there's one! That was easy. Usually driving anywhere near downtown, your fighting for free parking. Walking towards the staging area, I noticed besides the numerous crack heads wondering aimlessly in the streets - small walking groups of black or red, doting this run down post industrial landscape. Now I know for sure I'm inappropriately dressed for the occasion. My beige corduroy pants and jacket yells out "Help! I'm lost and I can't find my mommy! ". Getting used to those looks from people dressed as demonic clowns or victorian superheros, I walk my way around the last corner to the staging area, where in a driveway a rusted out parade float in the shape of a dragon. This 40 foot fire breathing, hydraulically actuated art work made from scrape metal and old semi-truck tires, rides on a luxurious air-cushioned bus chassis. Seeing this behemoth parked in someones driveway alone, just around the block from the staging area; I knew something was up and that something will singe some hairs in the parade

  Entering the staging area, I felt that youthful panicked lost feeling again one only experiences as a child in a department store, searching for ones mommy. Only this time, my sense of fashion is lost. Within the sea of outlandishly dressed twenty somethings, this "fringe bloger" reporting on a obscure Detroit parade; all of the sudden senses that myself being subjected to curiosities from the crowd. I'm the weird one. The stranger who infiltrated their yearly quest to vanquish the Red Dwarf. The rejection is all to common for me. Hell I even feel rejected walking into my own bathroom. Standing on the outskirts of the crowd, gazing and studying, a pirate like soul wearing a "Hannibal The Cannibal face mask", snuck in front of me. Handing me a flyer for a up-coming burlesque show, he or it commands me, " Flyer my dear sir". Wow, polite people pirates can be. Though one might expect this level of sophistication from the "Steam-punk" community that regularly attained such events in great numbers with their exquisite costumes - These victorian virtuouses know how attract attention. Fighting my way inwards, the crowd thickens towards the main stage in the middle of a parking lot.  As I dodge shoulders with pale skinned, top hat wearing, homosexuals yelling polite gesture through a megaphone or being blockaded by a team of demonic clown jugglers; I make it to the main stage where the PA system is busily broadcasting propagandist negative comments from the Nain Rouge himself about Detroit and it's hard working people. Drinks and smokes are now flowing like.......well like it usually flows in the hands of over slept, and over studied college students.

    Exploring the scene farther, the partying suddenly halted by the appearance of the Nain Rouge riding on top of the giant mechanized dragon I saw earlier. Slowly moving it's way down the sidestreet, it makes an abrupt stop where it expelled it's fiery breath, a signal that the parade to chase the Red Dwarf out of Detroit has began. In fear of having their delicate red or black custom set a-blaze, a 50 foot no man's territory in front of the dragons devouring hearth was cautiously adhered to as the crowd followed astutely behind. The city block long parade made it's way down Cass Ave., contrastingly passing old run-down victorian houses and modern glass office buildings. The old and new urban environment of the Cass Corridor combines brilliantly to compliment  the retro futuristic Steam-Punk image of the Marche Du Nain Rouge. No other place in the world can host a strange event such as this. Detroit and this parade, cosmical fit's together perfectly, like records fitting into a milk crate. Somethings in this world are meant to be. This Detroitier parade is one of them. 

  Marching down Cass Ave. the DJ perched in the bowls of the dragon,  blast through the PA system his own mix of classic rock and techno - all of the while a old school, all black Cajun Jazz band boast just as and if not louder then the DJ. Behind the dragon, this small band composes sounds reminiscent of Mardi Gras . The fun atmosphere they create is by no means conducive to cavorting convivial characters. Dancing while under the influence of brandishing their own fashionable attire, parade goers lovely march together down Cass Ave. to chase away their own personal Red Dwarf.

  As a collective, these Detroit paraders, optimistic of a brighter future for this city, march side by side with a single purpose in mind of pushing away it's fears and problems. Screaming meme's and real life villains they hope to scare away by standing up and display to the rest of the world, that Detroit doesn't take shit from no one - including the Nain Rouge.

                                                         Sounds from Marche Du Nain Rouge