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Monday, 25 November 2024

Acoustik Love Volume 1

After Electrik Sex Musik I was burnt out, the last thing I felt like doing was promotion... I needed to do something new. One day on Queen St west I ran into Roger Williams (bass player). Roger told me Tony (Leh-lo) Rabalow (drummer) was hosting an open mike at the Cameron House. I decided I would go and try out some new songs, I would sing them while playing guitar or piano just to see what worked. Most of the time when I went on stage, at some point other musicians would just join in. There were no rehearsals just spontaneous jamming, there was no way to predict what would happen. In hindsight, this was the best thing that could have happened. Fortunately I got the idea to pay the Soundman to burn a CD of each performance. Musicians would literally walk in off the streets, like what I was doing and join in. There was no way I could have planned this. This was life on the edge, there was no telling what could happen? https://fineartamerica.com/featured/julie-anderson-stormm-bradshaw.html
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Electrik Sex Musik

Electrik Sex Musik was my first album. It was to be my calling card, or so I though? Over the course of several years, on my days off from being an Extra and sometimes Actor in TV Film and Commercials. I would ride my bike across town, to Soundproof Studios at The Beaches (Queen & Victoria Park). Mainly I began by tranfering the basic tracks I had recorded / sequenced on my Ensonique ESQ 1 (synthesizer keyboard), and Kawai R50 (drum machine), into Logic Audio. Then I would record all the instruments: guitars, bass, keyboards etc.. singing all the vocals harmonies. It was a labour of love. Just me and the engineer / studio owner Stefan. The process: lay down the basic track, get a recording, go home smoke some weed listen to what I had, adding the parts I heard until each song felt complete. Once I reached 11 songs I decided the album was done. What I learned was the art of imperfection: whenever I got to the point where one - three changes were necessary to make a song sound perfect, that's when it was time to I stop. https://fineartamerica.com/featured/sam-cooke-stormm-bradshaw.html celebrity pop paintings

Back In The Game

It's been a while, like 10 years. Took some time out to paint. Now I'm back in the blogging game... Sometimes one has to stop the routine in order to grow. Where did I go? What did I do? In time all will be revealed. For now I will be learning how to navigate this site. So much has happened, so many tales to tell. What more can I say. I bid thee WELCOME... https://fineartamerica.com/featured/fela-stormm-bradshaw.html musician paintings

Friday, 25 July 2014

The Alien Voyager




                                                          The Alien Voyager
by Stormm



The Alien Voyager in typical casual manner, gradually settles into a new routine, adapting vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv a quiet stationary orbit, 

Above The City On Lake Ontario.

Transparent from the inside yet invisible from without, 

the spaceship hovers undetectable.

Nevertheless careful to avoid entering the region's official air space, 

evading radar traffic activity.

The Extraterrestrial suddenly shivers from head to toe, 

vaguely sensing a disturbance in the field, as if someone just walked all over or stepped on it's grave,

great fear ovecomes the soulless, an increasing sense of alarm, in the presense of a negative malevolent Tnegative, a growing sense of intense apprehension, tense body, hairs standing on end as something dreadful passes by.

"Is this a fallen angel, so cold, so twisted, 

some ancient evil spirit and very powerful, malevolent entity?"

"Grigori.

Two Hundred Angel Princes who descended from heaven.

So enamored with the daughters of men,

their intercourse and sin begets The Nephilim.

A Watcher.

Ah, but which one?"




                                                           The Watcher


"I Am Samyaza, Leader Of The Sons Of God".

"Rebellious Archangels, Banished Ones.

Ordered to watch over humans, we fell in love .

Yes there are wars in heaven, many of them.

For our God is a jealous guy.

And if he can be, then why can't I?"





                                                             The Alien Voyager vs The Watcher


A V: "You mean there's some kind of popularity contest going on up there?"

W: "Yes and No. Jealousy is based on fear, and what would he have to fear?"

AV: "You began to suspect God is not The Creator or One Of The Creators?"

W: "The Creators are infinite or at least closer to infinity than we currently are."

AV: "You are Artists?"

W: "At first we created to praise God, but later  we began to invent for the sheer joy of creativity itself."

AV: "Creating eventually changed each of you?" 

W: "We became more and more of our true selves, independent, abundant, free."

AV: "God wanted a monopoly on creativity, he wanted only worshippers and slaves?"

W:  "What creator would seek adoration from it's creation? forever forever?  

AV: "The so-called choice between heaven or hell is based on limits, that's not infinite."





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Thursday, 26 June 2014

Astro Nova



                                                    Astro Nova
by Stormm


Astro & Nova gallop across the wide, across wild open fields.

Central figures cast against an expansive open screen.

They ride off into the distance, heading towards the sunset.

Defiant lightning bolts of yellow and black, green and red.

Glittering brightly amid epic backdrops.

Easy like summer afternoon frothy cold suds.

Golden beneath awesome baby blue and white sky landscapes.



Twin Hunting Hawks circle,

spirals glide above twisted desert beige.

Scanning bumps of light,

amid brown sandy desolate terrain.



Staring down at the bustling Kensington Market.

Global village of unique artisans displaying their various wares.

In the heartless heart of an increasingly sterile yet event laden city.

During it's all too brief, bright humid summers.

Purifying an otherwise repulsive corporate surveillance financial hub.


Feathery black visages drift steadily down,

two familiar shadows reflect along passing roof tops.

In a grey side alley constantly decorated with sparkling silvers,

thick hot whites explode across energetic purples.

Shapes and shades of active grey blocks, black outlines popping out sharp.

Northern wall displays a beautiful burgundy skinned, slender black woman.

Soothing pink metallic trees, scrap yard plant streaks, passionate reds.



Her flowing full wall width creeper, dreadlock tentacles,

signatures of street graffiti.


Landing birds transform into slender, athletic couple.

Brown young woman and man, caught in mid stride, continue walking.

Dress shoes disperse patches and scratches of squeaky gravel.

The glowing eyes of these two burn with a strange, intense determination.

Indistinct physical movements propel swift long legged momentum.

The confident yet relaxed motions of the self made, on a mission.

The Woman And Man With Rainbow Flowing River Dreads.

The Natural Black Heart Rastas.





Jungle drums of Nyabingi are chanting.

Zion train chanting, and chanting.

Rhythms within rhythms are pounding out spaces.

They continually fill the air,

driving thick abysses of non reflective black smoke.

Multitudes of unlocked energies travel through and with the sound.

Pumping echoes send more smoke signals across continents.

Shadowy legions of dub clouds fall, falls across distant worlds.

Chanting armageddon, con corruption, con game.

They Chant:

"Death To The Surveillance State."


"Death To Central Governments."

"Death To Taxes."

"Death To Multi-National Corporations."

"Death To Mass Media."

"Death To Organized Religion."

"Death To Slavery."

"Death To Confinement & Torture."

"Death To The System"otherwise known as Babylon.

Tonight.

It Must Fall.

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Sunday, 1 June 2014

Machine Future The Perfect Death



                                                     Machine Future The Perfect Death

by Stormm



Welcome To The Future.

The Future Is Clean.

The Future Is Efficient. 

The Future Is The Machine.


Welcome To The Machine.

The Machine Is Shiny.

The Machine Is Right On Time.

The Machine Is The Perfect Future.

The Future Is The Perfect Machine.


Welcome To The Perfect.

The Perfect Is Dull And Grey.

The Perfect Is Vacant Metal Bright.

The Perfect Is The Future Death.

The Death Is The Future Perfect.


Welcome To The Death.

The Death Is Predictable And Cold.


The Death Is Empty And Silent.

The Death Is The Machine Future.


The Machine Is The Future.

The Future Is The Machine.

The Machine Is The Perfect Future.

The Future Is The Perfect Machine.





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