SynthoElectro a Electronic bio by Almark

Carrying the bag for strangers who do nothing to contribute in my music, (as I must produce), has become, draining. 12 years was a long time to devote to others – I have given all I can give. I haven’t anything left. Where I go now is my own place and while the past remains, and those doors remain open for them, I cannot continue to wait for this endeavor #WEATNU to grow or flourish, my last…

Long ago in the early 90’s before all this, when you had mentality of a scene and friends to share your music with, or those at a young age you create music with, the band. I was even slowly pulling away from others finding my work. It’s a slow process, it could go for years, mine took 25 years after losing my electric guitar in 99, the one I grew up, lost to a pawn shop. But making music solo…

It’s not like me to write something like this but we find ourselves coming back around to the beginning once we have seen all we need. As a musician I’ve always kept to myself and make friends along the way, but in those days it was a lot quieter. The scene was stilled and you had to go looking for something, whether it was a group of artists to jam with or something online, maybe a chatroom. As…

There was once a time where I felt pure excitement in releasing music to unknown people, but since the internet has become locked down, and not to mention the requirement put on us to perform and release in other places, it’s harder to want to release music at all. This isn’t burn out, this is the engine burned up, with all its pistons and gaskets broken down. It’s become a competition, not a…

‘ from our friendship, I found freedom by letting you leave’

They say if you do something you should keep at it, so being a musician I decided to help artists, and have do so for 2014. There was a time in life online where musicians needed your help but now … I’m not sure. The endeavor which I push appears to be slowing to a halt. Honestly I’m glad, also I can’t make artists join the efforts, no one wants to be pushed. When rest comes, take it.I don’t see…

When you’ve done something for over a decade, and that thing becomes a question, it’s time to ponder on why should I keep going? By helping artists I believed I would in turn help myself because we are all going up the ladder together – not so when they don’t participate in your efforts, so you are letting them weight you down. Indeed with each effort of the music gathering I have allowed myself…

As the days move forward so does my habit of tolerating certain things. There was a time when I had the patience to keep allowing such abuse to be done to my heart. But we learn that people are sometimes cruel in their unknowing intentions. I find myself holding onto a person for up to a decade, they make plans, online and someone I knew her well at one time, then they drop them, only to find…

In the most articulate way I can speak – a problem needs to be addressed. For the sake of sanity, I speak of it. A place that I need, not want has been invaded, that personal space writers use as a scratch pad. Substack has become that place that was once a get-a-way of thoughts, ideas and passion, turned into a sport. It never seems to fail me that something I hold dear is always turned into a…

What is this fixation with needing to release music online? Why does it burden me so? There is this requirement to perform, to expect oneself to put out, or lose the battle. People on websites, and YouTube, manipulate to get you to move, when the only person expected to move is you. Why the peer pressure, we don’t know these people, in all honesty they should mind their own. As a musician I’ve…

After years of trying, I’m tired of fighting. I’ve put my weapons down… It’s of no use, I’m fine in this regard No one can cause me to think otherwise In any respect, I have found what I seek. Running laps around a circle. leads to nowhere but collapse. There are better things to life than an endless circle A circle of changes, As I grow older, my circle closes until I no longer want to…

Well, it’s happened once more, the exchange of hope for interaction, diminished. Money always gets its way and everyone suffers from the changes. Substack, a once hopeful transition away from social media is now embracing those traits and giving us notes, but the notes weren’t the hard part, the walled garden went up and now everyone is seeing other people than your own. I’m not too upset about…

Continuing down the road of self of acknowledgement, as I’m now in the post-exiting phase of all social media, I have left FB, IG, Threads, and Twitter. It took years to come to terms with what was actually happening. Around 2015 – 2016 is where I began questioning myself thinking people didn’t want to find my music or listen to me, but the human mind churns like a fine-tuned machine, and I…

Then you have known that I left the music scene entirely.

This motivation seems to continue throughout my days online, as it appears I’ve been fading from existence or being focused and allowing more people to find the music or none at all. This however isn’t my fault, it isn’t anyone’s fault, other than the walled garden that houses us in. This and the overabundance of others releasing music, there really isn’t room in the minds of people for more…

Being a label owner has its perks but it also has its problems. At times I run into artists who only release to Soundcloud and Spotify, and have seemly no presence on FB, or even social media, and what is worst of all, no music on Bandcamp. The label I run requires the use of Bandcamp, it’s the lifeblood of what we do there. So it’s very frustrating to me when someone expects the label to do all…