Eden Bloom – The Death of Bloom

Remastered versions of these songs are being released in 2021 through Eschaton Life.

Save the cover of Current 93’s ‘Ballad of the Pale Christ’, I originally wrote and played these songs with different iterations of ‘Bloom’ while traveling from Detroit to Arizona, California, Illinois and back throughout the 90s.

These versions were recorded July 4 & 5, 1997 at Goldsound Studios Chicago, Illinois

Titled “The Death of Bloom’ this session was intended to end the project though it didn’t. Great thanks to all who assisted me in bringing this chapter to a close.

These were digitized without much EQ from cassette October 10th, 2012.

Where do I go when I’m not with you?

He rented out a little room on the other side of town, a small room with one window in the north. The floors were wooden, scraped and scarred from years of use and zero maintenance. The room came furnished, but the landlord removed the bed and dresser upon his request. Remaining was a chair, table and bookcase that were quickly put to use in his first hours there. Unloading a box of old books, a few pads of paper and his pipe he had completely moved into his shelter.

Being the man that he was he knew that he had a struggle ahead of him, to protect his shelter at all costs, especially to protect it from himself. The time had long passed since he felt accustomed to being alone. Now, with this new space, he was determined to keep it to himself. A space not for friends, nor lovers, but a place of solitude.

He found himself there when he could be. When other aspects of life were not anticipating him. He slid out of their world and into his own. His time in the room was filled with nothingness, with every antithesis of what was to be. He wrote nothings, he drew nothings, and thought nothings. His papers were never to be seen and his poems were never to be read. They were not especially good, and certainly lacked most aspects that would make them readable to others, but they were solitary musings and served to give him greater purpose.

But the term solitary musings does not fit the nature of these writings entirely, for there were, due to the nature of language, traces of past writings, and music, and sights. In this manner the room of nothingness was in fact filled with ghosts, shadows, and shades. It was not long until there exploded the realization that, against every precaution, he had failed to protect his solitude.

In the frenzied time surrounding this realization he had begun to loose sleep and to show the early signs of madness. Even in their world the voices walked with him and the images were scribbled out before his eyes. He walked to the tune of ghostly music and the food he ate was tainted with the lack of the modern world. His associates in their world were beginning to notice something was not right with him.

His visits to the room were now struggles, barren attempts to think a new thought, to write the solitary line of verse, to put a tune in his mind that did not base itself upon the past. He then stopped…

©EschatonLife

Temporary Temple J-Card

J-Card design for the demon Instagon‘s cassette release of it’s June 23, 1995 manifestation. The performance happened at a house party in the Huntington Beach space we were all living in. In addition to the design I wrote the ‘liner notes’.

“Five times at the door knocks the initiate. Through the door a cross dimensional shift to all space, all time, no space, no time, neither neither. We have walked here often with little knowledge, each telephone connection, each picture gazed upon and each thought of those far away can reach across this time and that space. With knowledge comes power. When all parties have the knowledge the results can be staggering. Not a shot in the dark, but a flare in the night sky. The walls of the temple manifest within our hearts and minds and are made external through action, ritual, music, art. Ritualmusicart create the tangible space around those involved. Across time and space, between time and space the pieces of the temple connect. Our flesh the mortar, our movements those of the mason. Within these walls we step outside the walls and celebrate our divinity. Temporary we are Temple.”

From The Instagon Foundation page:

06-23-95 — INSTAGON HOUSE, HUNTINGTON BCH,CA…..FRI (086)
1: Wish You Were Here Temporarily>Temporary Temple
2: Wish You Were Here Temporarily (pt 2), Knock 5 Times
{Lob, Opus, Chris tm., Gregg Newsom, Tom Sunstroke}
This show was a performance in conjuction with T.O.P.Y. The show was billed as “TEMPORARY TEMPLE ’95” and was played in the mind frame of the “Temporary Temple” was simultaneously conjured this night by T.O.P.Y Magicians in the world wide Nettwerk ov TOPY and AIN. The show began at 23:00 on the 23rd ov June into the 24th, which is the anniversary of the founding of the Masonic Temple or Freemasonry….