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Area 25

The new album is available. It’s called Area 25.

Below, you’ll find links to get your copy, music videos from Area 25, plus the super-interesting, totally true, absolutely not made up backstory behind the album.

Area 25 - new music by Trent Boswell — The excellent cover art was generously provided by **Dorian Strange**.

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Videos from Area 25

Unchanged

Into the Fold

Three Day Beard

Hopium Blues

Scorpio

Tact

War on Venus

I Wasn’t Using It

All Around

Upbeat Dance Number

We’re All Gonna Fade Away

At the Bottom

Mandala of Sand, Pt. 1

Trent Boswell Bio

Kevin Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The exact nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other tertiary facts suggest the possibility that it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares.

The Story Behind Area 25

Area 25 is a traveler’s atlas for navigating endless, winding caves, wormholes, cracks in reality, tears in the space-time continuum, black holes, abysmal hellscapes, and all of the most common types of bottomless pits that comprise the modern world.

The somber, dystopian audio guidebook is delivered over an eclectic musical soundtrack of rock, psychedelia, pop, funk, and dire expressions of poetic mental illness.

Area 25 is an exorcist’s manual for the perils of life on Earth for Homo sapiens. It catalogues the sundry catastrophes that plague the upright ape, namely those of poverty, depression, rejection of the tribe, and failed attempts at relationships, friendships, and spiritual endeavors.

Not for the faint of heart (nor the “feint” of heart), Area 25 is a dark, gritty, and gloomy telling of the myriad ways in which hominids undo themselves, rend each other asunder, and even casually rip apart their sole means of survival, the ecosystem in which they habitat. Odd beings, at best; horrible monsters, at worst.

Genesis

An ancient evil spirit was once trapped for centuries inside a dybbuk. Through the foolish mistake of some human, the demon escaped.

The ghoul found amusement in tormenting one particular human critter, who’s name was Trent Boswell. The tortures took shape by possessing the human with an inescapable obsession to create something called “Area 25.”

The demon wanted the brainless exploits of humans captured on record, so it would have something to laugh about, later; much like you might watch an episode of Seinfeld, even though you’ve already seen it several times.

The dark cruelty of this promethean ordeal rested in the fact that the human was entirely lacking the necessary resources for the production of a proper, commercially viable product. It was working only with a ten-year-old Macintosh computer, an old version of GarageBand, an inexpensive condenser mic, a FocusRite preamp, a cheap bass guitar, a pair of 3 1/2” monitors, and a nice Fender Stratocaster.

What the demon didn’t expect, is that the human would actually persist through said tribulations of substandard working conditions, and complete the project. Much to the demon’s surprise, the human finished the project, despite the lack of access to a professional recording studio, or the backing of a major record label.

The end result, a tabulation of human follies and foibles, will now provide the escaped beastie with comedic entertainment for the coming aeons, long after humans have disappeared from the planet; which should be anytime within the next couple of decades.

Score one for the infernal realm.

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Three Day Beard

“Three Day Beard”- music video from the new Trent Boswell album, Area 25

“Three Day Beard” from Area 25, by Trent Boswell

Release date is February 22, 2023. Note, it may be up to a week before the album starts showing up on the various music platforms.

Available on all the major music streaming services, like Apple Music, Spotify, Amazon Music, YouTube Music, and many more.

Album cover art by Dorian Strange.

Lyrics for “Three Day Beard”

Standing in a soup line
Sucking on a tail pipe
Working on a new crime;
Against myself,
How many times
Can I kill myself?
Before I die?
God knows I tried
To find out

II.

I wandered where the women went
Thought my soul could be at ease
I never lost my good intent
But found myself wishing
I’d never had it at all
Never had it at all
Is that what you’d call
A fall from
Grace?

III.

Listen here man and wo-man alike
I won’t tell you about all the cigarettes
And the booze, and the other scenarios
I won’t tell you about all the hard feelings
And the petty larcenies
I won’t tell you about all the
Broken bones and homes
Rendered in brutal beatings
And I won’t even tell you about the sadness;
The heavy, “wish we weren’t here” melancholy
But I will tell you this:
There are people who walk this earth
Who are so beautiful, on the inside,
They make angels blush
And you…
Ain’t one of them

IV.

Allow me some time
To be angry
I’ll shout, not speak my mind
I’m hungry;
Don’t wanna eat

Forgive my trespass
I’m not sorry
Thought maybe you had grown,
Just a little,
I was wrong
But don’t worry
You will

You will
Just not with me

VI.

If you wipe the slate clean,
Just kick back and dream:
Never learn a thing
About what you see

VII.

My license to be blind
Has been revoked
Just in time
And now I see the work
Cut out for me

©️2023 Kevin Trent Boswell

Something in the Air – Links

I’m hesitant to do any regular promotion today because of everything that is going on in America. My heart goes out to women everywhere, as well as all of the other minority groups that SCOTUS has in their sights to attack and marginalize next.

There is nothing I could possibly say or do that could make any of that madness seem less important. I’ll do anything that I can to help, but I am honestly clueless about how I might help, beyond voting and just being a supporter of equal rights for all people. Try to stay strong and please, take good care of yourselves; it’s easy to slip into depression and bad habits when we see our nation slipping toward authoritarianism.

All that said, somehow, someway, life has to trudge on forward. As you might already know, my new album is out, and that means part of my job is to promote the stupid thing. Actually, it’s not stupid at all—I’m exceedingly proud of it. I think it came out great. I’d love for it to be some kind of small escape from the harsh realities we’re facing.

Something in the Air, a new music album by Trent Boswell — Something in the Air – Music by Trent Boswell

Below, I’m providing some links to the bigger music streaming services that carry the album. If you subscribe to any of these, you can do me a huge favor by liking the tracks on all the services you have access to. You can of course purchase the album or individual tracks through most of these outlets. That’s excellent because it helps me to make more music for everyone.

However, it’s incredibly easy (and free) to just favorite, like, thumbs up 👍 the songs you like, and to add them to your favorite playlists on outlets like Spotify.

If you really want to help out, really go the extra mile, you can share the album or individual songs to your social media pages.

There’s also the YouTube channel, which provides interesting visuals for the music.

Something in the Air

Existential art rock for perspicacious psychonauts and connoisseurs of eclectic, eccentric soundscapes, chock full of the beautiful terrible. Ten original songs about things which are replaced by new, theoretical things that never arrive.

2 cups of Rock and Roll, ⅓ cup of Pop Music, 3 heaping tablespoons of psychedelics, and one fifteen inch subwoofer of pure Funkadelia. Use responsibly. May interact with certain medications. May be illegal in your area.

Links

Amazon Music – Something in the Air

Apple Music – Something in the Air

Spotify – Something in the Air

Pandora – Something in the Air by Trent Boswell

YouTube Music – Something in the Air

iHeart Radio – Something in the Air

Deezer – Something in the Air by Trent Boswell

Napster – I don’t know the link because I’m not a subscriber, so I can’t look it up

There are plenty of other music services that carry the album; these are just the biggest ones.

And here’s a video of one the songs, track number three from Something in the Air. This one is called A Nice, Quiet Place to Die. Despite the seemingly dark title, it’s really a love song. It’s about loving other people, animals, and the Earth itself. Enjoy.

A Nice, Quiet Place to Die, by Trent Boswell

Remix – War On Venus

War on Venus – Original music by Magus

I posted this song before, but I have entirely remixed it. The new mix sounds far superior to the original. I also shortened the title from “Tales of War On Venus” to “War on Venus.”

Lyrics:

We sit, swapping war stories
We’ve barred all the windows and doors
Each of us covered in blood
Half of it mine, half of it yours

Two chairs, sitting face to face
The room is bare, otherwise
Suspiciously watching each other for
Sudden movements, any shift in the eyes

There’s a word for why we’re here
The trap, it fits us like a glove
Explains all the mess and the misery
And that four-letter word is love

Pause long enough to take a shot
From the big bottle of poison
We’re not much but we’re all that we’ve got
We sweat bullets and swear “You’re the one.
You’re the only one for me.”

Weapons at the ready, there in our laps
Fingers never far from the trigger
No one smiles, no one eats or sleeps
Shots of whiskey and resentment get bigger

It’s no mystery how or where
We both know who’s to blame, we insist
Each of us swearing that the other struck first
It was a case of love at first fist

There’s a word for why we’re here
This trap, it fits us like a glove
Explains all the mess and misery
And that four-letter word is love

©️2022 Kevin Trent Boswell

Video clips by:

and Alex Green, Timur Weber, Diva Plavalaguna, Gustavo Fring

Tact

This is another song that I wrote in my early twenties but it’s only now getting a proper recording.

Magus – Tact

Back Story

I played this tune with various bands over the years but we never got a usable recording, because they were usually done in dive bars with poor acoustics. There was no separation of the instruments, only the chaotic din of drunken idiots in the background.

I do still have the original, cassette demo that I recorded on a reel to reel tape machine. I no longer have that machine [insert sadness and woe, here] but I have the recording. It’s ok but it’s just guitar and vocals and covered in that old school, analog tape hiss.

This is a full treatment, with rhythm guitar, lead guitar, vocals, bass, all of which I’m doing. The lead guitar part is a first take improvisation. I’ve never played lead over this song before, because I was always busy playing the rhythm and singing the lead part.

Actually, I’d never even thought about what I’d want the lead guitar part to sound like, because keeping a band together was trouble enough to keep my mind thoroughly occupied. So, I just hit record and rolled with it. I’m pretty pleased with the result.

It’s also got drums and hand percussion, performed by Stinky the Robot drummer. I’ve got him trained pretty well at this point. He eats a small amount of electricity, sleeps in his little box and he only bites occasionally, now; I’ve even removed the shock collar.

It’s really one of the most simple, straightforward songs that I’ve ever written. There’s a main riff and a slight variation on it, toward the middle. Then, there’s the verse part, a two-measure figure that repeats, over and over.

There’s three, short verses, no chorus and no bridge. That’s because it was originally a poem and I had no desire to adapt the words, just to flesh out the musical bits.

The rhythm guitar part really emphasizes the drums and bass anyway, thus making it more of a groove tune than a standard, pop formula type of song. The lyrics take up only about the first third of it and the rest is just an excuse to do what musicians love to do… jam.

Lyrics

Pilgrimage to the mountain,
On through a hurricane
Going to pray for my family,
And for those who lay in the clay
I don’t know who will hear me
But I will cry on the wind
Grant me strength and compassion
Give me self-discipline

Oh, the pressure and the pride, now
They can split your skull
When your best ain’t enough, now
All you can do is let go
A thousand years’ wisdom
Will set it all straight
A fool’s minute will erase it
Ah, but that is the Way

I was tied to a tree
And whipped like a dog
It’s where I learned to be free
And to trust in God
In the center of the mountain
You will find a ring
When you wear that piece/peace
No man’s words will sting

All words and music
©2021 Kevin Trent Boswell

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Sweet Jane

Here is my cover of The Velvet Underground’s excellent song, Sweet Jane.

The images in the video are “famous Janes”, with the exception of course of the two photos of the old Stutz brand motorcar, which is referenced in the lyrics.

All bass, guitar and vocals are me.

The drums are by Stinky the Robot… because that’s a good name for the drummer who lives inside my computer. He plays only what I program him to play, he’s drunk only half as often as a human drummer and he smells better.

The .mp3 song file is available for patrons, over at:

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Home At Last

Need something happy, bright, optimistic and hopeful? Well, I got somethin’ for ya.

If you’ve watched more than a couple of my music videos, then you’ve probably already figured out that I’m not exactly the go-to guy for upbeat, happy, cheerful stuff. No, I tend to gravitate towards a gritty type of realism that often steers drunkenly over the white line, into the oncoming traffic of blatant nihilism.

But I do have my occasional moments of peace, love, joy, the ultimate beauty of life and the universe… you know, all that happy, sappy shit. This is one of them.

So, get it while it’s hot, because I don’t usually serve this particular, gourmet dish in my joint. My greasy spoon typically sells cheeseburgers and beer, with a side of kick in the groin.

From the album Flagship by Trent Boswell. Full album and individual songs are available for streaming and/or purchase, at iTunes, Amazon Music, Spotify and other music services.

Trent Boswell – guitar, vocals

Words and music by Trent Boswell

Lyrics

Home At Last

Butterfly squadron, airborne children
Sweet love and flowers, rain from above
Tadpole navies trade guns for babies
There ain’t no death here, no lies, only love

I’m in the fields of forgiveness,
To the left of the sea
Towering castle awareness,
Summoning me

Butterfly squadron, airborne children
Sweet love and flowers, rain from above
Tadpole navies trade guns for babies
There ain’t no death here, no lies, only love

World is awoken; all are attending
With apologies spoken,
All wounds are now mending
High in the sky, we can see
What we’ve strived for…
We’re finally free

I’m in the fields of forgiveness,
To the left of the sea
Towering castle awareness,
Summoning me

Ocean spray wonderful
Freedom to laugh
We’re in the land now
We’re home at last

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Immense Thanks!

Many, many thanks to the following, for the images in the video. You may or may not like the music but if you like the video, the credit for that is all theirs.

I truly appreciate what they’re doing because I wouldn’t be able to make these videos, without their help.

Super Lunar

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Pavel Danilyuk

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Childhood’s End

Here’s a Pink Floyd cover I did. This is the song “Childhood’s End” and it’s from their album, Obscured By Clouds.

Trent Boswell – vocals, guitar, bass

Lyrics:

You shout in your sleep
Perhaps the price was just too steep
Is your conscience at rest
If once put to the test?
You awake with a start
To just the beating of your heart
Just one man beneath the sky
Just two ears, just two eyes

You set sail across the sea
Of long past thoughts and memories
Childhood’s end, your fantasies
Merge with harsh realities
And then as the sail is hoist
You find your eyes are growing moist
All the fears never voiced
Say you have to make the final choice

Who are you and who am I
To say we know the reason why?
Some are born; some men die
Beneath one infinite sky
There’ll be war, there’ll be peace
But everything one day will cease
All the iron turned to rust
All the proud men turned to dust
And so all things, time will mend
So the song will end

Words and original music written by Pink Floyd. I’m covering the song but I’m not charging anything for it, because seriously… who can afford Pink Floyd royalties?!

But you can support the creation of more music, poetry and madness by Trent Boswell, at:

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Many thanks to the following, for the images in the video. You may or may not like the music but if you like the video, the credit for that is all theirs.

Aaron Burden

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Pleasant Stroll

From the album Flagship by Trent Boswell.

Album available for streaming at:

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Amazon

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Or get a signed copy of Flagship at:

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Trent Boswell – guitar, vocals

Ed Kopp – bass guitar

Brett Waress – drums, hand percussion

Words and music by Trent Boswell

Lyrics

Walking down that road
With your hand in mine
This world will be ours
Just give me some time

Walkin’ toward the sunset
No, they haven’t beat us yet
We will watch the sunrise
From the other side

When our time is done here
Then we will walk on
To where we will meet God
To teach us a new song

Everybody’s Happy
You know that everybody smiles
The road that we are walking
Is measured not in miles

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There are several tiers of support, each one with more benefits than the last, starting as low as $3 per month.

Many thanks to the following, for the images in the video. You may or may not like the music but if you like the video, the credit for that is all theirs.

Also: Tim Samuel, Gustavo Fring, Ketut Subiyanto, Keira Burton and swb1891 s

Tragedy

I met tragedy yesterday
On the south end, today
He smiled at me
Said “Walk this way”
He took my hand, said to me
“Welcome friend. You’ll be with me.”

Said “I’m pleased to know you.”
Said “I’m pleased to do you.”
Said “You may leave…”
“You will return.” He said
“You still smile, child…”
“But you will learn.”

I am no hope***

I said “I want my freedom.”
I said “I gotta be free.”
So, I told that man…
“Get the hell away from me.”
I want my life
I want my life
I want my life
Don’t need no tragedy

*** This is an unspoken lyric. It’s part of the original poem, included here for context.

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Roll

Roll – A trippy, psychedelic journey through space and time, nothingness and everything-ness, being and non-being. Take the ticket, ride the ride.

Recorded live at Lucky’s, in Wilmington, NC, by Magus & The Plastic Infinity.

Trent Boswell – guitar, vocals

Skip Eames – drums

Wayne – bass

Words and music by Trent Boswell.

Lyrics

Roll

When you lose control
And door dogs yelp for your soul
The world just frays apart
But we know where to start
To pull it back together
And this time for the better
Now we know we must let her
Slip inside our minds
She protects us in the climbs
We climbed a little too high,
Passed through the fear to die
We know that space and time
Is not where we stand
Don’t you think we would understand?
If we were supposed to know
But here is the matter at hand
We know how to roll
We don’t need no control
Over all that we have known
We know how to roll

II.

The world it moves too fast
Then it moves too slow
And then it moves too fast
But don’t you think we know
The confusion that we cast
It all comes back together
But never quite the same
Now you’ve been and you know
I was there and I saw you roll
I watched you lose control
Over all that you had known
Watched you pull it back together
And this time for the better
Now you know you must let her
Slip inside your mind
She protects you in the climbs
You climbed a little too high
Passed through the fear to die
But we know that space and time
Is not where we stand
Don’t you think we’d understand?
If we were supposed to know
Well here is the matter at hand
We know how to roll
We don’t need no control
Over all that we have known
We know how to roll

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Eugene Vasilevich

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Tunnel Motions

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Thanks to each of you for doing what you do.

The Gold, It’s In The…

This song is a Pink Floyd song that we did. This one isn’t very well known, except by the most hardcore Floyd connoisseurs. The tune is from an album entitled More, which was the soundtrack to an even more obscure movie by the same name.

Recorded live by Magus & The Plastic Infinity, at a club in Wilmington, NC.

Trent Boswell – guitar, vocals

Skip Eames – drums

David Fleet – bass

Lyrics

Come on, my friends, let’s make for the hills
They say there’s gold but I’m looking for thrills
You can get your hands on whatever we find,
Because I’m only coming along for the ride

Well, you go your way, I’ll go mine
I don’t care if we get there on time
Everybody’s searching for something, they say
I’ll get my kicks on the way

Over the mountains, across the sea
Who knows what will be waiting for me?
I could sail forever to strange sounding names
Faces of people and places don’t change

All I have to do is just close my eyes
To see the seagulls wheeling
In those far distant skies
All I want to tell you, all I want to say
Is count me in on the journey,
Don’t expect me to stay

Music and lyrics written by Pink Floyd (Roger Waters, David Gilmour, Nick Mason and Richard Wright). All rights to the song belong to someone else, someone really, really rich.

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Into the Fold

Music video for “Into the Fold”. Song was recorded live by Magus & The Plastic Infinity, at a club in Wilmington, NC.

Guitar and vocals by Trent Boswell. All music and lyrics written by Trent Boswell.

Lyrics:

Into the Fold

Please bring me into the fold
I long for warmth from cold
I can’t seem to bear the load
And my anger like a stone

I’ve been let down again
They slip right in and call me friend
Lunged at again
I’d prefer another end

Before they leave, you know they lie
Infiltrate and try
To burn my hopes alive;
Cast my dreams aside

I need myself a family
That can protect; I cannot feed
The one I have is so in need

You see the way the story goes
The king is allergic to his clothes
The tragedy is known; it shows

I’ve no idea to ride
The coattails of another’s pride
But if it were to mean my hide
Suppose I’d give it half a try

It has come to seem to me
That the mafioso creed
Is a safe bet when in need
Of a haven in which to bleed

She will kiss and he will crunch
Her kiss hurts more, packs more punch
Unfortunately, not a hunch;
It’s all out to lunch

I need myself a family
That can protect; I cannot feed
The one I have is so in need

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Baby, Lover, Honey, Darlin’

Baby, Lover, Honey, Darlin’ from the album Flagship by Trent Boswell.

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Trent Boswell – lyrics, all guitar parts, lead vocals and backing vocals

Ed Kopp – bass guitar

Brett Waress – drums

Frank Cobb – hand percussion

Steve Gallian – backing vocals

Lyrics:

Baby, Lover, Honey, Darlin’

Baby, lover, honey, darlin’,
When you gonna do right by me?
You know it ain’t funny,
It ain’t about that money
It’s all about you and me

Well, now you’re gone away
Well, now you’re gone away
Well, now you’re gone away

Baby, lover, honey, darlin’,
When you gonna put out that flame
You know you can’t live on cheap cigarettes
And poorly cut cocaine

Well, now you’re gone away
Well, now you’re gone away
Well, now you’re gone away

And it’s just like momma used to say…
There’s gonna be rain some days

Baby, lover, honey, darlin’,
When you gonna take a look and see
You had it all in the palms of your hands
When you gonna do right by me?

Well, now you’re gone away
Well, now you’re gone away
Well, now you’re gone away

And it’s just like momma used to say
There’s gonna be rain some days

Baby, lover, honey, darlin’,
When you ever gonna come down?

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Same Mistake

“Same Mistake” from the television performance on the show, AMPED, filmed in Wilmington, NC.

Magus & The Plastic Infinity

Adam Charles on drums

Josh Kidd on bass

Trent Boswell on guitar and vocals

Words and music by Trent Boswell

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