H. C. Turk

Listen up. Lookie here. Read em and weep: Space pirates steal skinny gals. If you're depressed by The Depression, should you waterboard a banker? Ideas are greater monsters than the demons they explain. I'd bare my soul, but don't want to bore. All of these Mystiphysical treasures can be found in my work: In a sonic world where art is the ultimate animal, music evolution never ends, rising from the depths of the psyche to sing across a new sky. I create brainy rock to make you think about ...

Listen up. Lookie here. Read em and weep: Space pirates steal skinny gals. If you're depressed by The Depression, should you waterboard a banker? Ideas are greater monsters than the demons they explain. I'd bare my soul, but don't want to bore. All of these Mystiphysical treasures can be found in my work: In a sonic world where art is the ultimate animal, music evolution never ends, rising from the depths of the psyche to sing across a new sky. I create brainy rock to make you think about feeling fantastic. I'm a self-taught writer, visual artist, and musician-composer living in Florida. I have two novels published (by Villard and Tor), my photographs and digital images have appeared in many magazines and web-sites, I have won the "Creative/Fine Art" category in Popular Photography's International Contest, I received the Toray Digital Art Grand Prize -- and I have released my first album: Glory Roar. I've been a writer and visual artist forever, and a music lover even longer. I began writing songs and creating experimental pieces (using reel-to-reel tape) in some other century. Recently I've determined that I need to devote a measure of my personal energy toward music commensurate with my love for the art form. That entails tremendous time and effort, because I don't care to shake your ass. I hope to move your heart and mind and soul. That's entertainment.