QUANTITY
MEGAZINE

Bloom

Onkos

onkosonkosonkos • bandcamp

Bloom

Enter near
The blossom
foul scent 
pulls me in

If, once, we over-wear the shroud
Lost in the the dense forests  in the clouds

Elated and proud, 
We now find ourselves immersed in infusions bright and loud

Elegant, striking red  threaded leaves and lavish flavorful blooms. 

We calmly swallowed them.
The coarse spurs tingle in my throat
as the minutes pass, oh

We fall from grace, all into fire
My silent forte singing null, cold, my drowned mind overfull
the vernal spell has overtaken us all

what is this pittance?
I resemble the talons of a herculean dragon.
the shard, a knife at your neck.

The vigor of dust, in disgust
I am no foreigner here, I am of oblivion,
in this, my cup, runs the brimming canal

I am gone,
this is but a dream
            

Absolute Madness

Danny Meyer

xasopheno • weresocool.org

Danny Meyer - saxophone, computer programming and video
Jessika Kenney - vox and effects
Areni Agbabian - vox and singing bowls
Corey Fogel - Drums
Chris Cohen - Recording and Mixing
Recorded at the Honeymoon Suite Studio, Los Angeles, CA
Mastered by Colin Bricker at Mighty Fine Productions, Denver, CO

Content Warning: Microtonal music with flashy stuff and then it's also kinda scary maybe. Probably no one should watch this ever.

Golden Gate Park In Fall: Tony Martin Perspec­tive

Will NR

w_blipvert • bandcamp

Digital Painting - 2021 - (Will Northlich-Redmond)

Studio Prospector

J.C. McClelland

studio_prospector

Hunted, gathered, and hand-made jewelry by Studio Prospector (J.C. McClelland). Website and online store coming Fall 2023!

Enter Your Phone Number

Patrick Hart / Quigital

tapesclub • tapesclub • tapes.club • quigital.com

Enter Your Phone Number — Letterpress Print & Interactive Media, 2022

The Big Bad Out There

Molly Bolten

mollybolten • mollybolten • bandcamp • spotify

My skin is always trying to heal itself. And for the moment, I respect it (rather than, for instance, the way I rage against my need for love). My skin forms scabs, unsightly but they carry a righteous purpose of protecting a wound, a breach, from the big bad out there. Where they sit the light can’t get in, but neither can an enemy. If I don’t obsess, they simply fall away when they’re no longer needed, leaving behind a pale patch of fresh, foolish skin. Not the way a man is a fool, more the way the tarot reads a fool—open and innocent and curious. That’s where I know I can take fresh steps. My skin must not know my mind, as she has never waivered for a second in her will to survive, unlike my mind. Or maybe she knows my mind well, and is driven by this unflinching devotion to their partnership. To say “it’s ok, amygdala, I can carry us.”

Titus Groan

Mark Pascucci-Clifford w/ Victor Kalin O'Connell

mouscula • _human.flavored.soup • bandcamp

This track is an update of 'Lil' Titus' from the most recent QM issue, continuing the idea of showing the evolution of a recorded song/composition.

I had one of my high school students from Oakland School for the Arts, Victor Kalin O'Connell, come record some drums on this round of the track (You'll hear them enter around the 1'25'' mark). I had heard him play this particular beat in class a few months ago and this piece immediately came to mind. My sincere thanks to him for allowing me to incorporate it into this track.

Also recorded on this track:

- Akai MPC 1000
- A decent, god fearing vibraphone
- Roland Gaia SH-01
- Fender Rhodes
- Yamaha DX-7 (all hail)