Titicacaman Records CAT#21
The chairman of the Cultures and Genres Committee for Exploratory Arts steps up to Son of Radul as he enters the large chamber carrying a guitar case and rolling a cart with various electronics instruments, cables and such. “There you are! Glad you made it, come on in.” Son of Radul smiles, “thank you Mr. Hitzig.” Son of Radul wheels the cart towards the computer station and sets down his guitar case next to the large rolling chair, he is there to carry on a commission, which calls for an album of new hybrids of music. “We’ve got the room all set up for you. There’s water and food in the fridge, coffee, wine and amenities on the counter, if you need anything else there are more instruments, supplies and party elements in the back room.” Mr. Hitzig nods towards the door with a gold star on it. “Very kind of you.” “Sure!” The chairman smiles, “we want you to be comfortable and at your best Son! By the way, I hope you don’t mind the mutilated mummy on the old rusty hospital bed in the corner” the chairman points to it. “It is part of a show we had here last year and we haven’t brought ourselves to remove it… we don’t want to wake it, ha ha ha!” Mr. Hitzig laughs heartily, Son of Radul stares at the mummy. “If it really disturbs you I can have the team come and remove it.” Son of Radul turns to Mr. Hitzig, “it is captivating!” “That it is!” The chairman laughs. “It doesn’t bother me Mr. Hitzig,” Son of Radul says as he looks up at the sky through the open dome, then looks about the room and notices a half-naked woman clutching her knees against the back wall, next to a ladder that seems to stretch up to the cosmos. The woman shyly stares at Son of Radul, the chairman examines Son of Radul’s face. “Um… who is she?” Son of Radul quietly asks the chairman. “Oh, you don’t recognize her? She’s your muse Son!” Mr. Hitzig laughs and pats Son of Radul on the back, “my muse?” he asks as he stares at the shy woman for a few more seconds, not knowing how to respond. “Hello” Son of Radul waves at the woman, she answers with a smile. “Ha ha ha, I bet you two have a lot to talk about!” Mr. Hitzig laughs. “I’ll be on my way then, we look forward to hearing what you create Son!” The chairman shakes Son of Radul’s hand, “and don’t hesitate to call if you need anything. Oh! You received instructions on how to operate the chamber’s controls I trust?” “I did yes, I have them with me.” “Very well, the control panels are over there” the chairman points to a wall, there’s a separate panel for the dome, it can get pretty cold at night up here so feel free to close it.” “Thank you Mr. Hitzig I appreciate the opportunity” Son of Radul bows. “You’re welcome, thank you! We picked you out of many, many prospects you know.” The chairman’s phone buzzes in his coat pocket, he takes it out and reads the message. “I need to go down the mountain for a meeting now, but have fun OK!” Son of Radul nods and tries to smile, the chairman smiles and waves at Son of Radul as he heads towards the exit, “I’ll be in touch.” Son of Radul waves back and nods.
He takes off his coat and looks about the large chamber, drums, amps, guitars, basses, keyboards, various microphones and stands all set up and ready to go. He stares at the old rusty hospital bed in the far corner with half of a mummy sleeping on it, he knits his brow then turns to the strange young woman… his muse? She stares at him, she’s still in the same pose, sitting on a blanket against the back wall, clutching her knees. “Hi… I’m…” Son of Radul nervously takes a step towards her then stops, she smiles and nods her head once, “work” she quietly says in a happy tone. Son of Radul smiles, nods his head as well and walks towards the computer, he sets up a new session in Pro Tools, turns on a pre amp then paces to the counter and pours himself a glass of red wine, he sips it with a smile on his face as he looks about the large chamber. He turns to the half-naked woman and raises his glass, “esta es una fiesta de fantasmas somnambulos, salud!”
Insomnia Party Feathers is Son of Radul’s second album composed of 15 tracks: 6 songs in spanish, 6 in english plus 3 instrumentals.
All music by Son of Radul
Written/recorded/produced/performed/designed by Marcelo Radulovich at Titicacaman Studio, 2010-2016
Physical copies available through us.
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Titicacaman Records CAT#15
Alter ego likes to experiment in the mud. It lays out photographs of the past, present and future, in a kaleidoscope pattern. It re-arranges them so future is past, it repeats itself and takes notes. It cuts through the goo and along the way teaches us about ancestry. Mutts of a planet, erecting monuments, building new machines, nursing tiny sounds.
Use Bleach is a collection of sound art pieces by Marcelo Radulovich under the moniker Son of Radul.
All music by Son of Radul
Marcelo Radulovich: phonography, electronics, radio, drums, bass, guitar, saxophone, vocals
Recorded/produced/designed by Marcelo Radulovich at Titicacaman Studio, 2004-2014
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