Artist description Victim-- I feel the motion of the car before I open my eyes. The air is blue-black, brown-black, black-black. Smell of gas, oil, animals. I’m in the trunk. My wrists and ankles tied. Tape over my mouth it almost covers my nose but I can breathe barely. I must have been here for hours, everything’s stiff and my head throbs like someone’s drumming on china. The car stops. He turns off the motor- but there are no traffic sounds. No people sounds, no wind. What place has no wind? I turn my head toward the sounds like people watch radios when something terrible happens. My palms are sweating. Where am I? The trunk squeaks as he lifts it up and the sun blinds me. He almost looks like a faceless Jesus surrounded by light. He pulls me out of the trunk and bangs my head against the door. I try to cry out, but it comes out like a hum. He drags me, half-standing, along a dirt road into a house. I can’t see any other houses and it looks like a farm. The screen door bangs behind me and I feel a deep, deep pressure inside. All the rules have changed here. I’m dragged down a hall like a bag and I look for a phone, other doors. Nothing but bare floors and brown boxes in small rooms. He pulls me onto the floor. Tilts his head to the side and gazes at me as if I was a pet then walks out. I’m lying there for a long time, trying to get the tape off of me. My eyes are tearing. I don’t make a sound. I can’t get up and I keep rolling from side to side, trying not to make noise. I’ve got to get him to talk to me. If I can get this thing off my face I can talk to him. I’ll tell him my name. Have you killed other women in here? I’m thinking you’ve got hundreds of them nailed down, hung on walls, hanging from the ceiling dead in the summer heat. Why did you pick me? If I had stayed to finish at the library I would have been there twenty minutes longer maybe I’d have been O.K. Would have rushed into the house, books piled up in my arms like a baby, and blurted explanations why I was sorry. So sorry I’m late everyone. Would you have waited for me anyway? Would you have picked another woman? Would I have read about her in the paper and said oh my god, I was there that night…and called all my friends in a panic. Telling them then how much I loved them as if I’d never have the chance again. I wonder what everyone is doing now? Putting up signs? Showing my picture on the evening news? Calling old friends? Maybe I’m not even considered missing yet. The family will fall apart and my parents will go crazy, slowly. My brother will be so quite at the funeral and insist that the casket be closed. I never even told anyone what kind of funeral I wanted when I died. Maybe years from now they’ll find my skeleton on the floor here and they’ll have to use my dental records to identify me. My family will say: “At least we know now. We always hoped she was alive somewhere. We just hope she’s in peace.” When I sleep my dreams are crazy. I’m flying over fields.” I don’t think I sleep for more than twenty minutes and when I wake up, it feels like I’m under a heavy blanket. I’m still here. As I wake up I hear a dog barking in the distance and I think I’m in my parent’s house in South Carolina. When I open my eyes, there’s a shotgun pressed between them. I’ll never get married. I’ll never have kids. I’ll never go to Europe. I’ll never learn to play the piano. I’ll never write a book. The last thing I hear is a click.------- Carpe Diem-Carpe Noctem.

Music Style Gothic Rock/Electronic Alternative.

Musical Influences My life and yours.

Similar Artists None!

Artist History I love electronic instruments. However, that love can never be returned.

Group Members Adrian Alexis, I'd like to mentioned all my friends electric, that have made my music possible.

Instruments Drum machines, synthesizers, electric and acoustic guitars, vocal chords..

Albums Random Cuts, Grave New World? Something out this year, I

Press Reviews Adrian Alexis by Kim AlexanderWinter Solstice, 21 December, 1998.Spokane, Washington, USA.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I met Adrian through Kismet and a mutual acquaintance of his. I bring you an extraordinary person and my friend, Adrian Alexis, his music, poetry, writing, and art.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kim: You are quite multi-talented from what I have heard and read of your works. Let's start with your music. How long have you been working with electronic music?Adrian: Thank you for your kind comments. I have been working with synthesizers and electronica since 1980. At that time, it was my voice, a twelve string guitar, a little Casio keyboard, and two boomboxes. That's how I started off. I would strum the guitar and sing while playing the keyboard with my toes, play that back on boombox #1 while recording additional on boombox #2.[Adrian pulls out an old model Casio Sampling board SK-1, hooks it up to power, samples our voices, comments on the "abysmal lack of high fidelity" and equates it to the current state of sampling in Rap music. The dog, rises, wags his tail and seems to enjoy the sounds....]Kim: You mentioned to me you have been writing a long time before you started playing music. After your initial break into the world of the Casio SK1, (chuckles)...where did your creative juices lead you in terms of your poetry? How did your gear evolve from that point?Adrian: I have written poetry since I was in grade school. I came to the conclusion that people might pay closer attention to my words if they were lying on a bed of music. The size of that bed, along with my artistry and competence, has grown substantially since then. And in the case of gear, expanded as my wallet would allow, culminating in the collection of equipment you see before you here today. I've an immense fondness for horror and sci-fi films. It's like coming home for me. Many of my musical compositions still reflect this. The music on "Random Cuts" represent my own personal slant on the Goth genre. The lyrics address some of life's darker issues like death, pain loneliness, heartache, and the ever popular question "Why are we here?" However, as with the song "I want to be a Vampire", the message is purely tongue in cheek, and is meant as a joke.[Editor's Note: I look around the studio, a gargoyle here, a gargoyle there, a child-size skeleton hanging off the top of the bookshelf, rose petals in a copper dish, an altar, a pagan wish come true, racks of electronic gear to my left and right...among other things.]My gear has grown and diminished, evolved and de-evolved. Old pieces replaced by new, and sometimes new pieces replaced by old. Analog is analog, digital is digital and at present I believe I have the best of both worlds.Kim: What inspires you to write?Adrian: Life, I write to get things sussed out within myself; also, with any luck, create a piece of work that moves someone's emotions or causes them to think. My longer works of writing tend to sway toward political and social commentary. Shorter works and poetry come closer to the heart and are inclined to express more emotional content.Kim: Have you ever been on tour? When and where was that? What music did you play live and under what name did you use. Do you have any thoughts about touring you would like to share with other musicians/bands who have yet not hit the open road?Adrian: Oh yes! I've toured extensively in the U.S. from 1990-1993 and played every dive joint and hole from here to hell and back again under the name, Adrian Alexis. The album, Random Cuts are the tracks of the music that I performed during that period of time.[On touring, Adrian had this to say.]Touring like I did it where you personally book the gigs, drive your own vehicle, design and create your own stage props, develop and perform the show, set up and tear down by yourself, etc...you get the point? It's a mind numbing experience. It can sauté your soul. You can get stiffed at the door by the club owner, breakdowns on the road are guaranteed fun, especially when in full makeup. No one is likely to lend a hand cause you look like a freak -- and if it's the law, you could quite possibly be on the receiving end of a free meal and maybe a night in a warm bed, rather than yet another night, sleeping in your car at a highway rest stop. For me though, the worst part of touring and the road was the loneliness.On the other hand, I met so many wonderful people and experienced a multitude of diverse and exciting events, that despite all the negative aspects, it was all worth it and I will treasure those moments within my museum of recollections for the rest of my life.Kim: When was the last time you toured?Adrian: My touring came to a close in the fall of 1993. It was at this time an awful thing began to happen to me. I started hearing and seeing things, no one else could hear or see. It commenced rather insidiously, but within a period of a month to six weeks my grasp upon this reality had faded to a point of no return. It wasn't long thereafter, I was placed for my own safety within the confines of an asylum. I spent the better part of a year's time in that mental institution trying to reclaim my sanity. In a word, it was a nightmare. The doctors undertook several different avenues of treatment in an effort to help me. I gradually learned to better deal with my disorder, and it was during this time that my psychiatrists and the staff became aware of the fact that some of the statements I made (though there was no logical way I could know any of the particulars) were, or came to be true. Their science couldn't explain it, and neither could I.Kim: So you feel as though you won't be going back on tour in the near future or?Adrian: I am currently incapable of touring, and am presently seeing a psychiatrist whose council has been beneficial. I still hear, observe, and bear witness to strange information witch is mine alone to discern. I'm constantly inundated by visions, and with all sorts of curious and often incomprehensible extrasensory omens and enunciation's. I can neither control their substance nor their flow, though my coping and understanding of these matters continues to deepen. My ability to hear spiritual voices, perceive events and information that quite often ring true is regarded by family and friends as a gift. I'm dead pleased that in spite of it I function as well as I do. Kim: I have heard Random Cuts, the music you performed during your touring era. It's a profoundly dynamic work. Is this CD available to the public?Adrian: Of corpse. The aforementioned Random Cuts CD, witch as I've said, chronicles the music of 1990-93 and is soon to be followed by Grave New World in early 1999, comprised of material written from 1993-95. This CD is based on my initial experiences within the aftermath of my aforesaid indisposition. Random Cuts can be purchased off Perimeter Sound Arts. I have an extensive archive of material that I would like to release like an obscenely long drawn out death rattle of a man suffering from a case of terminal flatulence.Kim: If you had a month in the studio of your choice to work with anyone in the business you could, whom would that be?Adrian: I would love to work with Brian Eno and do a gothic album in his studio. If the opportunity arose, I would also enjoy working with Gary Numan, Alice Cooper, or possibly Jean-Michel Jarre.Kim: Do you have any statements about your work or your world you would like to express to our readers that we haven't covered?Adrian: If I have anything to offer the world, it's an immense empathy for the cosmos and the conditions of all things living. Love rules my head, my heart, my soul, my evils below and my virtue above, for love is life and life is love. When I was younger I used to place faith in that old adage from the Bible that goes something like " love one another as you love yourself." Well, later in life I came to the painful realization that the problem with that axiom is, I feel that deep down inside, most people don't like themselves, let alone, love. Life is such a wonderful and precious gift and each individual entity unique. In all of time not one living or non-living thing or occurrence has ever been repeated exactly. There is only one of you and there shall not be another quite like you again in all of eternity. The miracle of that fact alone discourses my soul in such a way that in me, love cannot be denied. If I could work my will on the world, I'd give each individual self love.That's not how it operates, nevertheless, for as long as I exist, I'll endeavor to do so.Kim: I tend to agree with you about love, self love and life. Speaking of life, how long have you been on the planet in your current form?Adrian: First off Kim, that depends on what form you're currently seeing.Kim: Well.....you SUCK.Adrian: Yes I do.Kim: Well Adrian, guess what?Adrian: (Staring vacuously into empty space, he appears to be contemplating the lint within his navel...)THis and many more interviews/reviews can be read at my personal web-site------------------- www.icehouse.net/alexis Kim: I suck too.Adrian: Guess what Kim?Kim: What Adrian?Adrian: I know. Want another bite of my cookie?

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