Available on Spotify, iTunes, Apple, Tidal, Deezer, Pandora, etc. Compact Discs & Tapes available at shows and for mail order. Vinyl release summer 2019.
"A nightmarish collection of beautiful orchestration and playful weirdness...His unique brand of lyrical poetry will catch you off guard and is at times laugh-out-loud funny -- His voice is striking, often sounding like a downtrodden Disney character from the 1930’s. The depths he’s discovered in these recordings (especially fun in over-ear headphones) are a perfect compliment to the Trump-era hellscape -- " - Jay Purdy, The Extraordinaires
Neutronic : adj. (physics) Of or relating to a neutron or neutrons; consisting of neutrons. Also: specifically concerned with or employing neutrons in nuclear reactions.
People are the true flowers of life, and it has been a most precious pleasure to have temporarily strolled in your garden.
- Lord Buckley
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
- William Shakespeare
Stereotypes lose their power when the world is found to be more complex than the stereotype would suggest. When we learn that individuals do not fit the group stereotype, then it begins to fall apart.
- Ed Koch
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.
Majorities, of course, start with minorities.
- Robert Moses
Colonialism: The policy of a polity seeking to extend or retain its authority over other people or territories, generally with the aim of developing or exploiting them to the benefit of the colonizing country and of helping the colonies modernize in terms defined by the colonizers, especially in economics , religion and health.
NARCISSYPHUS traverses a broad spectrum of musical genres while retaining a fluid, distinct and honed dialect — mutating contemporary Pop with musical elements of Experimental, Folk, Punk, Dub, Chamber and even aspects of Hype-Hop as a verbally engaging and architecturally elaborate body of produced work.
The LP prominently features landscapes of cello played by longtime collaborator Adele Mori, plus piano by Allen Shawn for the Charles Ives cover Like a Sick Eagle. Containing 10 songs — such as All the People, Who’s The Boss? and Douchebag Caveat — the album finds Tavo playing a multitude of instruments (guitar, bass, ukulele, piano, organs, mellotron, samplers, accordion and percussion that includes power drill, cheese grater, house keys and a dog leash), harking back to early 4-track machine recordings but unabashedly embracing the limitless palette of contemporary expression in a digital era.
This 10 song L.P. explores the transitory themes of home, identity, family, colonization, and social disintegration via spiritual corrosion in modern-day corporate America.
Now! January-June, solo — Continuing through 2019/20 on several legs with live musicians and video art projection. Tour shows range from sets of voice/acoustic guitar to karaoke renditions of LP donning a Jim-Henson-like bald eagle mask. Tour repertoire will span beyond new LP, featuring older songs such as "Figure in Movement", "Boxcar Serenade", "Crow Song", "Blue Boats on Black Lakes", "Leaf & Tree" and more. Stay tuned for up to date Narcissyphus video releases & upcoming Tour dates.
Small minded raw egos product-drive dense conversation
On a lifelong Socratic vacation.
It’s not just my imagination
Running away with impatience.
What’s with the dramaturgical promulgations?
Today the sun has shown what sons can father on their own.
Fishing for praise at every orientation.
Elaborate means withholding an inactive imagination.
Neutron-ic star composites of syndication.
Colorblind racist in little lamb clothes,
What’s become of our salvation?
Further risk your life in a new vocation
At a penitentiary style location.
Jump off the burning train, derailed before a station.
Gather up ashen soot to prolong anticipated elation.
Step off the stepstool, place yourself on a throne.
The all-seeing sun has shone
On sons who know now what they own.
Track Name: Who's The Boss?
Joys in sequence so infrequent.
I’m wearing sequin stockings.
Fill your cup with the blood.
Strut forth with the stuff.
Make it up as you go
Shopping til you drop to and fro.
‘Bah’ says black sheep,
‘I’ll sell you my wool off me, just
Leave what’s grown over my eyes’
The soul is Black,
The heart is Red,
When your scalp is White.
Unfair days won’t soon get better
Shearing the shorn with hands held together
In a corporate cradle that affords to do better.
Put the joys in a sequence.
Track Name: Never Idle Hands
Several promises ago when the sky hung low
In your hands you could place all your natural thoughts
On a race that you grope to relate with / belong to,
As you were innately taught
When your hands were your hands, not merely
Dutiful promotional thumbs.
Withstand what you can; No one more special but
For taste of importance can win and then become
More productive with never idle hands.
As productive with your hands
As you conduct them to be.
A city makes demands its plastic children understand.
When the dog whistle blows look to the collar in your hand.
As full of life as playing dead gets your eyes roll over hours
And seek affectionate pets.
Oh how good try diversify morally impactful class sniffing nod.
Brand yourself in the sunset with a cattle prod.
You’ve done a good job!
Track Name: Douchebag Caveat
Let’s go to the place where the joker’s a priest and
All you can eat is right at your feet.
You’ve long been well on your way.
Get on humble black’ n ‘blue’d knees to pray
For your way or the highway.
In the end we’ll be untraceable cosmic dust.
Let’s have it our way always.
Find me a place where apes have no chests.
Darwin is ashamed in new ways.
Put your foot in my mouth to see what comes out your way.
You must come with me so we can go together and perspire.
Society nymphomaniac-ally requires
Dependent Compacted Complicit Compliant Complacence.
Adjacent to the indignant nation, ancestral shame
Resounding-s from the mountaintops that
Each selfish reflex committed is
Impatient Disruptive Adolescent Repugnant and Brain-dead.
Self-appointed translucent caped savior,
Fuck your neighbor in your own image
Track Name: Like a Sick Eagle
The spirit is too weak.
Mortality weighs heavily on me
Like unwilling sleep and
Each imagined pinnacle and steep;
Of God-like hardship tells me I must die
Like a sick eagle looking towards the sky.
Track Name: Narcissyphus / White Silence
Been blacked out for a long time but
It’s all white as far as I can see.
Track Name: Drive Your Body Like a Zombie
Drive your body like it’s yours.
I am sorry, I’m a zombie.
But of course.
Must be confusing selves with you as
I do when I need onhand people
To project my idea of Self onto.
How could you be so untoward?
You deserve a fat reward
For such an atrocious expialidocious bullshit job.
Use the eyeballs in your skull.
Is it not wonderful
How the world looks at you
As you see them do?
Through and through
You have them looking at you
As only they can do.
Here’s to you -
Frame your freedom in a fence.
Judge your own evident impotent ignorant malcontentment.
Common sense can no longer befriend your
Uncompassionate zombie existence.
Track Name: All The People
Stick your petunia in a rifle that shoots blanks for the people.
Disproportionate equals with no space to run.
Professed young wisdom means something
When you suck up to Buddha.
Could you would’ve you should’ve, but
Now you can’t stay calm.
Keep your calm living among classless fathers and moms.
Endear engendered pigment qualms.
Clasp the palms into a chapel,
For religion’s sake we will.
Here comes the steeple and
Out run the people.
Not just some or for one but everybody’s person kind of people.
All of the people.
Sounds like people.
Not for some or just one but every person’s kind of people.
All the people.
Track Name: Eastern Colonialism
In moments you thought you knew
Red White and Blue dismissed a clue.
From hand to mouth to foot to face
All wronged rights were sold back to you.
Show them what you can do.
Why ask a mirror if change depends on you?
Shock and Awe sold my self-worth-less city
To a pious fascist corporate whore.
Tell us when to open the door.
Strip down at the mall for spared change
In a poisoned applecore.
These are moments only you can know
Reframing reasons soon wished away too slow.
Show them what you want to.
Don’t ask a mirror to do this for you.