Forever the ne'er-do-well, naysayer and rogue, Rosz is a personified contradiction: a nefarious romantic, pugilist conspirator, criminal poet and druggy mystic with a newfound quest to share the whimsical cautionary tales of his past.
Audiomancy: An Introduction
The confluence between my dalliances with the Occult and my creative process as an artist, especially that of a songwriter, were birthed during my formative years as a latchkey kid in the barrios of New Mexico and Arizona. This once precocious guerolito utilized those wistful after school hours, before any parental figure would return from work, to cast my wonton creativity with loud, unabashed abandon. Each day, I was afforded access to the one thing I coveted most, my mother’s precious and wholly off-limits double cassette ghettoblaster.
'Nothing to See Here' by Gabriel Hart
There’s a timbre that kicks and spits throughout Gabe Hart’s city-boy-death-knell, Nothing to See Here, his new "novelette" (chapbook?). It rumbles in a plaintive prose akin to the mid-tempo reflections of the outlaw country music of yesteryear. Similarly, he's gifted with an almost unnerving plain-speak, wrought with the rough and tumble of crooked Americana. And like all good country music, NTSH yearns for some sort of redemptive resolve. It’s fitting, then, that this testimonial rhythm would birth from a crooner-come-author such as Hart.
The Oculus Anubis Mystery Solved
The Temple of Oculus Anubis is warranted another entry in its long, strange pantheon. We had resolved many of the more nefarious myths surrounding the Damascus, Oregon compound in our article, “The Temple of Oculus Anubis Solved," published back in October of 2016. Yes, we can safely say that such of the conjecture and lore – from cannibal cabals to Eyes Wide Shut fan-fiction – had been disproven, much to the chagrin of every laptop-theorist this side of the Mason Dixon. There is no Egyptian death cult – just a secretive family with a successful eye-care business and a knack for theatrical Egyptian decor, as we had surmised. However, as I look back at the aforementioned article's byline it's entirely possible that I may have written the cosmic check to come; one that's usually doled out to such a cocksure assessment that it had been "solved." I am humbled to admit that it wasn't: it seems there was something nefarious going on behind the ominous gates, something that was far too real.