What can I say. It is 3:39 am in Las Vegas. I am awake in a trashy little weekly on the strip. A month ago my home caught fire and burned to the ground. I lost everything. I await insurance money so I can move. I am bound for Florida, then NYC, then Minneapolis. I will be posting concerts on my site, as you know if you have heard any of my songs, my band required, is quite large, so all shows are not that full blown, some will be acoustic, such as a few I have planned on the Strip in a couple of weeks. It has been like 7 years since my last CD, Inside the Sanctuary of the Pink Diamond, in the years between, I am suffering somehow, experiencing the raw first matter I use for creation, for composition, and I must say, I am at the breaking point of tension and now need a release, the new material is pounding inside my head and heart for me to bring life to it. I have transcribed the Art of Fatigue, and am still in publicly portrayed operations of Parallel Exorcisms and Magick on Facebook, living the Great Work of Alchemy, and writing away. My new CD will be entitled Fire Music, I will compose and conduct a choral symphony dedicated to Eric Whitacre, a former composition peer back in college, with the intent to neutralize that which is in need and needed by me. The other will be alternative type rock type something addressing the last attached surviving passengers soonbto become patients of the Separation, leading to the offspring of my Conjunction, The Philosophers Child, keys to the mysteries of the inner lesser stone, a project for evolution.
Thank you all from the bottom of all that is me, I love you,
Bradley Robert Bkenstler
702-481-5359
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