Why so free (spilling the beans about ionosonde)

Telegraphy: as always, doing things the hard way.
  So why dose Telegraphy give away his releases for free, without charge? As an artist you do one of two things with your material. 1: Create art on the premise that you do it all the time and it come naturally. Doing it for the love of it and you don't care weather or not someone else likes it. 2: Making it and running with it all the way to the bank. To make a career out of your art is very risky, all of the contents of your work depends on how popular or likable your art is going to be with a broad range of a music listening audience (hence, pop art).   

  Ionosonde Recordings is definitely not in the second category. I always thought of this project (Ionosonde Recordings) has a way to cultivate creativity. Being the second category inherently trades creative thoughts for creative financial cunning, it's by far no place for me to play around in. I just don't see a viable nich in the music making market for Ionosonde Recordings to be in. It's hard enough to run a one artist netlabel with all of distractions in my daily life such as my day job (which doesn't pay the bills) and other daily choirs, it's amazing to look back and see all of the time I spent working hard to put together this project literally from nothing. Saving up for equipment, learning how to run a netlabel, setting up a webpage, mastering, advertizement, writing, all of these trades I learned on my own. No one showed me how ( and those WikiHow pages on how to run a netlabel, they only tell you the bear basics).

So, why so free? I feel that my material isn't "record label quality" in the sense that the music I produce dose not fall into the second category. Not wanting to sound as if I'm selling myself short artistically but sometimes an artist has to look at their work realistically and make a decision weather or not said work is equipped with the proper mechanisms for a worth-while sale. A buyabul album must have the  sound, which is popular among many different types of music listening individuals. My audience isn't broad enough for a record company to make money.  I hate to sound negative about myself as an artist, but the fact is that my music and writing is created for my pleasure and not to tickle the toes of a record executive. If along the way a person should feel the need to download one of my songs, GREAT! If someone else doesn't, thats great as well. I'm just happy that one person listened to it. To charge money for an album that no one will like is a direction that I'm not willing to take. So I just give my work for free.

                                              Thanks for downloading the free sounds!
                                                      What do you think?
  Should ionosonde recordings start charging for downloading? Should we get into the record making business? Comment down below and tell us!              

The Cabbage Patch III

words and photo by: Telegraphy

The angry teenybop mob danced around the dicoball maypole in the middle of the street.

With patented green back note shoes, they flaunted upheaval in the ranks of inebriated parents in the rustic cabins. 

Four score and seven years ago we ploughed a field ontop of the ghost of another field only to see it grow cabbages.

The weight of my green dept laiden shoes slowed my march down the main drag, just enough for the tax man holding liberties torch to trip me down the alley stair case.

 The stress from the worlds best job can only be seen in the eyes of the enraged resident.

"Hey buddy, can you hold this door open for me as I close it in your face". "Sure, why not. I can only lose this race".

Night time sky lighted by the scandalized woman sense of  heart brake.

Crickets in there evening dresses chirp, and then swig. Chirp, and the swig back another. Stumbling around with gaseous malodorous language, they ingest cultured class ideology's, one garbage-man at a time.

Hey! That victim of thoughtless class warfare is situated on that monogamous bus stop bench and is eating his own hard earned money. "Someone, STOP HIM"!

The bath of salts gave birth to a 30 year old newborn. Strutting down the center of the road like a mayor in which it was bequeath to him in a drug induced haze and walked to his liquor plaice.

Empty houses taking deep breaths of releaf after their buzzed and somewhat inexperienced collage tenets leave a trail of unfulfilled loans for a different city.

Four score and seven years ago we ploughed a field ontop of the ghost of another field only to see it grow cabbages.
Hula Hoop girl, oh Hula Hoop girl. Make another swirl. Serve sprouts on that vegan breakfast so that my stomach can hurl.

Getting back to the dicoball ritual that so many had partake. The moon lit frost had covered their hands. Like a relieved crackhead, they stuck them in the fire of their youthfulness.

Meanwhile clowns from across the boarder panic with horoscope readings of past events.

There I was on the sidewalk, pulling a flower when she told me the shortcomings of manhood. "You men are all the same", she said riding a paper centaure. 

Excuses the gesture of Santa Clause, he dose not know what he dose. Walking down the sidewalk in the early morning solstice fog. He gathers curses from the curb, stuffs them in his pocket and exclaims, "Here, I've pick a fine one. They will go well with my celebrity gauges".

Window washer on his bike from the other side of the pane of glass clears our focal plain with reason and harmony that only a visitor from space can understand.

He doesn't know me. Only I, he, or she is willingly to partake in this gestured dance of romanticized children, soon to be established elders of this patch and then wait for the grand finality when our seeds may be sown into this soil.     

Four score and seven years ago we ploughed a field ontop of the ghost of another field only to see it grow cabbages.

iono-11 Deep Tape Loops

track listing:

01: Sunday Evening.........................6:47 min

02: Static Dub.............................5:35 min

03: Seasons Last Heat......................7:34 min

04: If Monday Was On Sunday................9:34 min

05: Green Fades To Yellow..................7:59 min

06: Green Fades To Yellow2.................7:34 min

07: Green Fades To Yellow3.................7:17 min

08: Total Awareness........................7:19 min

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  "Deep Tape Loops" is the first full length album by resident artist Telegraphy. A project put together that consists of modified cassette tape loops, laptop, vintage vacuum tube receiver, and various analog effects. "Deep Tape Loops" delves into basic minimal-techno dub using vintage techniques.

  Trying to make new sounds in a analog way is mighty difficult. In the age of sophisticated audio manipulation software, where the novice can created wonderful sounds with ease, it is just no wounder why many artist have dropped their analog gear for virtual equipment. Telegraphy on the other hand, has taken minimal-techno back in time, where all that was available was analog.

  Synth loops were provided by cassette tape loops along with various analog effects. By using these loops, a more rich sound, where as traditional software based methods can not obtain such quality. These tape loops consists of modified cassette tape cartridges. Only using a few inches of tape is enough to create a two or three seconds of sound. Ambient backdrop noise is provided by a vintage vacuum tube receiver. This old radio with it's etheric tonalities not found in modern solid-state electronics, can be heard off in the distance releaving the listener from the rhythmic pulsation of drums and loops.