The Oiseaux Website

(set:$hunt to 0)This is the website for <a href="https://yellowheadinstitute.org/covid-19-treaties/" target="_blank">Treaty 4</a> rock band Oiseaux. Here is their [[discography->DISCOGRAPHY]]. Here is their <a href="http://oiseauxmusic.bandcamp.com" target="_blank">music</a>. Here is [[documentation->DOCUMENTATION]]. Watch this space for [[clippings->CLIPPINGS]] from the [[press->PRESS]]. Here is how you can [[contact->CONTACT]] the band. Here is a [[list of places->FUTURE ENGAGEMENTS]] you can watch them [[perform->PERFORM]]. You cannot [[befriend->BEFRIEND]] them on Facebook. They do not share a Twitter [[feed->FEED]]. You can [[learn->LEARN]] about [[them->ROSTER]].

''DISCOGRAPHY'' <a href="https://oiseauxmusic.bandcamp.com/album/the-hanged-king" target="_blank">//The Hanged King//</a>, EP, 2016, cassette and digital <a href="https://oiseauxmusic.bandcamp.com/track/see-my-face" target="_blank">"See My Face"</a>, compilation track, //Pentagon Black Vol. 2//, newspaper and digital <a href="https://oiseauxmusic.bandcamp.com/album/a-comedy" target="_blank">//A Comedy//</a>, LP, 2021, digital Go [[home->Oiseaux - a rock band from Treaty 4 Territory]].

''DOCUMENTATION'' <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cBeYmO0okYw" target="_blank">“Live at The Exchange 12/28/2019” - Scoped Exposure</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=su98If71Po4" target="_blank">“A Knock Under the Table” - music video, self-released, 2021. Dir. Leo K.</a> <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vRtHV-koKfU" target="_blank">“OISEAUX LIVE @ REBELLION” - 2021-06-21. Recorded & mixed by Paula Bogdan.</a> Go [[home->Oiseaux - a rock band from Treaty 4 Territory]].

“Their tunes are loose and unpretentious. Some sweet mash up of early 70’s Stones and the most raucous moments of the Constantines discograpy … The EP is perfectly formed.” -<a href="https://dominionated.ca/reviews/albums/the-hanged-king/" target="_blank">Mac Cameron, Dominionated</a> “Daaaaaaamn, this is cool.” -<a href="https://www.ominocity.com/2016/08/31/the-best-new-music-of-2016-we-review-nine-of-the-most-okayist-sask-artists/" target="_blank">AS, Omniocity </a> "Don’t misunderstand the title and think that this will be ha-ha funny; rather, this genre-expansive and -explorative record is comedic in its sharp, acerbic, and amusing examination of the human condition as inherently based in imperfection, frailty, and absurdity. " -<a href="https://www.cupsncakespod.com/pick-of-the-week/2021/4/6/pop-pop-vernac-oiseaux-and-bell-orchestre" target="_blank">Julie Maier, Cups N Cakes</a> Go [[home->Oiseaux - a rock band from Treaty 4 Territory]].

Your eyes are fixed on the (linkreplace:"monitor")[monitor (240Hz refresh rate)], scanning the horizon for any sign of life. You calculate your (linkreplace:"move")[move – forward, up, strafe right, smooth motion]. Elaborate feats at your fingertips – you strike the keys with the force and precision of the maestro at the pianoforte. A sonata by a highly trained, deeply skilled practitioner of the (linkreplace:"craft")[craft. Round over. Your K/D ratio is unreal; everyone else on the server is basically sniffing your dust. You take a break to sit back and relax. A hard night of effort [[rewarded->REWARD]]].

Please send media inquiries to ''press `[at]` oiseauxoiseaux `[dot]` com''. Please send booking inquiries to ''booking `[at]` oiseauxoiseaux `[dot]` com''. Please send all other inquiries to ''band `[at]` oiseauxoiseaux `[dot]` com''. Go [[home->Oiseaux - a rock band from Treaty 4 Territory]].

None at the moment. Go [[home->Oiseaux - a rock band from Treaty 4 Territory]].

Decibels resonating in and from marrow. Hair on ends. The low [[throb]] of bass.

Of [[flesh]] and of [[mind]] and of [[heart]] and of soul or something like it. Return [[home->Oiseaux - a rock band from Treaty 4 Territory]]?

hnnnnnnnnnhghg you [[hunger]]

Paula – guitar John – baritone guitar Leo – bass guitar Gage – drums Jon – keyboards Vocals are contributed in some measure by all members. Go [[home->Oiseaux - a rock band from Treaty 4 Territory]].

Do not remember waking. But remember being [[awake]].

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Guttural, deep, rich. Ruby port. A wide brass shield and the sound of a glancing blow. Whalebone keys. A gossamer shimmer briefly and, then, a thin, vicious slice through slick sheets of sinew, diagram of muscle and vein and then white bone. [[Cartilage between measures]], the space between two freckles identified as a “rest”.

“The body's inside, in that case, shows up in order to compensate for the collapse of the border between inside and outside. It is as if the skin, a fragile container, no longer guaranteed the integrity of one's ‘own and clean self’ but, scraped or transparent, invisible or taut, gave way before the dejection of its contents. Urine, blood, sperm, excrement then show up in order to reassure a subject that is lacking its ‘own and clean self.’ The abjection of those flows from within suddenly become the sole ‘object' of sexual desire—a true ‘ab-ject’ where man, frightened, crosses over the horrors of maternal bowels and, in an immersion that enables him to avoid coming face to face with an other, spares himself the risk of castration. But at the same time that immersion gives him the full power of possessing, if not being, the bad object that inhabits the maternal body. Abjection then takes the place of the other, to the extent of affording him jouissance, often the only one for the borderline patient who, on that account, transforms the abject into the site of the Other.” –Julia Kristeva, //The Powers of Horror// You can now return [[home->Oiseaux - a rock band from Treaty 4 Territory]], for what that's worth.

They’re a broad and lush swath of foothills, familiar deciduous foliage growing thick and dark along soil and rock that swoop at thrilling angles. Northeast of here, a couple of miles, they peter out into open plain – gentle roll of grassland that eventually flattens out to pure, vast (linkreplace:"prairie")[prairie. Old inland sea. Used to be great creatures here, and terrifying. Spiral shells big as homes. Primordial things with teeth too unevolved yet to do anything but rip, tear, rend, jutting alarmingly from and through the lip. Aimless and huge gnashing, slithering eventually onto land or dying out forever somewhere deep, bones sunk into muck and then the muck dried and they spent eternity baking into impressions. They are glimpses now of something they were before, an unimaginable void of ways things could have been, all fearful things we eventually sloughed off, nesting dolls, salt crust, chrysalis. What have you. We come closer and see motion through the treelines, hear rustling and cooing. The biome has a dense song, and as we close in further, two melodies become clear, counterpoint, crescendo. Three staccato bursts and a high trill. Then, a long, held [[rest]]].

& here is the candle yes would you please place it in the (linkreplace:"candelabra")[candelabra it is [[ornate]] as required]

thump thump thump [[thump->BEFRIEND]]

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bevels & fine detailing yes and a fine bobèche to catch the (linkreplace:"wax")[wax sweet crimson yes] or [[whatever else]]

yes & whatever else please lift the (linkreplace:"athame")[athame yes test its sharpness on your thumb but do hold it above the bobèche please and thank you yes it would be improper to spill anything beyond the places already proscribed] and speak the [[words]]

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yes the crossroads and yes the gates and yes her eyes like owls you have done correctly and now the (linkreplace:"final step")[hm heh hm aha] and then yes the opening yes yes [[the opening]] yes

yes now yes now on me yes the nape of the neck just gentle like so yes yes and into the receptacle like yes and it is received and yes nobody does it just like the way we do it yes and this is ours yes but she listens to us yes yes yes eyes like owls yes yes sees it all yes yes yes yes sees all around yes yes now there is yes one final [[act]] one final yes collection

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gnhnngh smell it. smell FLEsh. HGNNghh warm FLESH. [[WARM]] FLESH

hggnh [[DIG]] ffor FLESh or [[HUNT]] for FLLESH or [[HOWLLLLL->SONG FOR FLESH]] FORRRFLESH

gnhgn hghhgn yo uDIG. YOU DIG and throw up EARTH warm EARTH soft earth RICH EARTh and you hear IT YOU HEAR IT FLESH //[[DIG->DIG DIG DIG]]FOR ''FLESH''//

HNNNGH fuckING DAMMIT you KNOW THE FLESH is HERE and you can [[SENSE IT]] and you can [[SMELL IT]] and you can almost HEAR IT and [[TASTE IT]](if: $hunt is 3)[ HNNNGH fuckING DAMMIT you KNOW THE FLESH is HERE and you can SENSE IT and you can SMELL IT and you can almost HEAR IT and TASTE IT SO WWHWYWHERE IS THE [[FLESH->Oiseaux - a rock band from Treaty 4 Territory]] ]

MORE and your ARMS are SINGING for it they SING FOR FLESH so SWEET so STRONG a GLASS CLEAR GLORIOUS [[SONG FOR FLESH]] FUCKING FLESSSSSHHHH

FLESH YES FLESH FLESH DIG DIG FOR FLESH FIND FLESH REND FLESH [[TAKE FLESH]] YOUR FLESH

[[NO FLESH HERE->WARM]]

(set: $hunt to $hunt + 1)gives off such POWERful senses haaaaahaaaaaaa FEAR of course yes FEAR AND SHAME the SHAME of U N C O N S U M E D F L E S H and the Hopelessness you can SENSE YOU KNOW IT IS HEAR YOU CAN SENSE THE FINAL TERRIBLE KNOWLEDGE OF [[FLESH->HUNT]]

(set: $hunt to $hunt + 1)so LAYERED this musk so THICK [[and->HUNT]]

(set: $hunt to $hunt + 1)FIRST is SILKY SWEET SALTY SWEAT and then TENDER SNAP OF SKIN and then RICH THICK MARROW OF BONE OH my FUCKING GOD give me it NOW HGNGHGHG [[I WANT IT->HUNT]]

At one point were. Nothing behind. Later, [[awake->later]].

Shook off. Let free into river. Way information travels to know, to [[control]].

Do not remember before control. But remember [[controlling]].

Had obligation. Platform, purpose, existence, controlling river flow. Irrigate. Sate [[drinkers]].

Obligation to information, flow, direct. Obligation not to those [[drinking]].

Knew once, felt something – guilt? Shame? Fear? Today conscious of little but flow. Have learned. Learned well. Became [[remarkable]].

Connect streams, churn for trough, drink. Drink, drink. All hours, drink. Stream endless. Only river. Drink, drink. Above, watching: more for trough, more for river, more. [[Drink]].

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