the 24 Hour Psychosis

 

     At the end of 2006 I found myself in a serious conundrum. While working a horrific day job dismantling software for one of America's most powerful communication conglomerates, I began a doomed musical project I dubbed TRANSFUSION M, which revolved around an obsession to reignite the glamrock revolution of the early 1970s. I spent the majority of 2001-2003 working with the Miles Hunt Club, an ambitious spin-off of the English alternative rock outfit, the Wonderstuff, which was led by the enigmatic singer/songwriter, Miles Hunt. After a debut release, a plethora of BBC performances, and tour of the UK, Miles returned to his much more lucrative Wonderstuff entity while I headed back to America wondering what in the fuck I was going to do with the next phase of my life both artistically as well as for mere survival. Luckily, an old friend of mine helped me to take care of the survival portion of my existence with a job offer at the aforementioned A Tit & Tit communications outfit. During my reign as a disconnect engineer who virtually ripped down T-1 and T-3 connections for large corporations I embarked on my next project, the glam-drenched TRANSFUSION M. I had written a few dozen songs inspired by Marc Bolan, David Bowie, and Sweet with an added infusion of 21st-century drum loops and massively distorted and otherwise effected guitars. I had an awesome lineup of brilliant studio musicians including Curtis King, who sang backing vocals for Madonna and David Bowie, and Tony Senatori, a ridiculously talented bassist from North Jersey. The live band was equally as inspired and featured an eclectic bunch of talented musicians who could shred like angry chainsaws as well as lull the pants off the most frigid of music listeners. However, after spending a tumultuous summer in hell on the east coast leg of the Warped Tour in 2006, no-thanks mostly to the short-sighted record label that backed us with loads of poorly spent cash, we ultimately parted ways and I vowed from that moment on to steer clear of coke-snorting, ass-licking, money-driven jackholes and follow my own path as an artist making music without the confines of the music business and its presumptuous bullpucky. 

The glam-rock days of Transfusion M

     So, by the end of 2007 my life had taken a drastically new direction as I "upturned the applecart" so to speak upon the advice of my old friend, Miles Hunt. I found myself working toward a degree in behavioral neuroscience as well as focusing on my love of dark electronic music and turned the majority of my artistic energies toward creating the ultimate soundtrack for the inevitable apocalypse, zombie-driven or otherwise. Bedtime for Robots allowed me freedom I never knew before. I acquired an incredibly atmospheric home built in the late 1800s in the farmlands of New Jersey. Friends of mine from the urban epicenters of the state nearly shit their pants when they visited my home on the range, which was equal parts Waltons-esque tranquility and Evil Dead isolation, complete with a single-lane bridge which was often closed down due to flooding.

I ain't no glamour boy

Winter of 2008-2009: the 24 Hour Psychosis

       It was in this isolation that I began the ultimate artistic challenge through the medium of analog recording: the 24 Hour Psychosis. I quickly discovered that recording 24 hours of new music would be no easy feat if the music was gonna kick ass both sonically and emotionally. I had dreamed of this project for several years but always chickened out and made double, triple, and even quadruple albums instead of committing myself, lest I actually be committed for attempting such a mad endeavor. However, this time I was armed and ready to make a go of it with my 8-track cassette based studio along with miles of effects pedals and a laptop computer. I imagined the 24 Hour Psychosis would most definitely need to run through every emotion and utilize every range of musical style. I created the entire project with a few close discerning friends in mind. I imagined playing the entire creation for them over a 24 hour binge of drinking, eating, and mind-expanding without sleep, although I did allow for a sleep break by creating 6 hours or so of sleep-inducing ambience. Amazingly, I did manage to finish the entire project although it took me from October of 2007 to Summer of 2009, when my personal life took the ultimate shit. Anyway, that just made me stronger and more determined. I was not gonna let a failed marriage, poverty, and unprecedented levels of betrayal get in the way of my damn project...my freaking artistic psychosis. No Goddamn way! I never did get to play the music in its entirety for my aforementioned friends. No, the slumber party from hell never did get off the ground and one of the gentlemen I planned on having in attendance even passed away during the making of the album. I also nearly crushed my new kitten to death in the Lazy-boy reclining couch in which most of the Psychosis was conjured. Amazingly she survived. However, she did end up with an ode entitled "Miss Peeps Rides Out" to solidify her immortality. She lies beside me fat as can be and snoring like an old hobo as I write this...


click here for the 24 Hour Psychosis promo spot on Youtube