Three albums released

D-Day weekend

by

the Bards of Mythville

The Marriage of Heaven & HAL

Animal Harm

Whose Bones Be They

 

Bards of Mythville

"Storms Across America"

Bards of Mythville is a musical group with an active online presence, offering music across platforms like ReverbNation, YouTube, SoundCloud, and BandLab.

Overview

Bards of Mythville is a creative music project that shares its work through multiple online platforms. Their music spans various styles and is accessible for streaming and discovery by fans and new listeners alike.

Online Presence and Music Access

• ReverbNation: The group maintains a profile where listeners can explore their tracks, follow updates, and engage with their music community ReverbNation.
• YouTube: A dedicated playlist features their songs, allowing fans to stream and enjoy their music videos or audio tracks YouTube.
• SoundCloud: Curated playlists by Douglas McDaniel include Bards of Mythville tracks, providing an easy way to listen on desktop or mobile devices SoundCloud.
• BandLab: Tracks like Baseball on the Radio (Kennesaw Mountain Landis Remix) showcase their creative process and allow followers to interact with their music BandLab.

Listening Experience

Bards of Mythville’s music is characterized by a blend of storytelling and melodic composition, often reflecting imaginative or thematic elements suggested by their name. Their online platforms provide both casual listening and deeper engagement for fans interested in the creative process.

How to Explore

To explore their music, you can:

1. Visit their ReverbNation page to follow and stream tracks.
2. Check out their YouTube playlist for a visual and audio experience.
3. Listen to curated playlists on SoundCloud for mobile-friendly streaming.
4. Engage with their creative projects on BandLab, where remixes and original tracks are shared.
   Bards of Mythville offers a versatile listening experience across multiple platforms, making it easy for fans to discover, stream, and interact with their music.

Voltage Terrain

Before 

high beams
at evening,
when dirty

desert streets 
make your mind
the only
available light ...

~

Kurt Vonnegut's
look-a-like, always
asleep in the room, 
died of pills

we were told

Twenty-two miles ran

away as summer flared

When blind bus driver

passed on by

my aurora took personal

Details of towers

growing more fine

A trucker stop

at Central Library

loading Alexandrian muses

Peaks of the Papago

red sandstone, pock-marked, 

once a holy higher ground

now helicopter overlords

hover overhead & overheated

High noon breaks

into the Valley stone cold sober

& the hazy dome of white shine 

shields rising temperatures

feeding visceral exhaustion, thirst

Clown car fathers

& firearm mothers

tore down adobe caches,

illiterate drivers mad on gas,

roofs made of mesquite beams,

replacing it all with joyride matrices,

concrete to waste, incorporated

First moon of June,

a sermon before the storm,

making Duck Dynasty 

role-motto crusty Christ,

lower vibration particle plasma

winning the argument

Same old grueling message

demanding automaton zeal

running again to softcore pawn,

winds of history to the back ...

Sunday's reliever never delivers

~

Grid fabricate. Stick short-ended.
Indian School Road bus
busted, income tax bunkered,
Maryvale cancer cluster,
dusted Conestoga shopping
carts, broken hoses, drones,
big boxes taco-laying those
who lost World War Three
long long long time ago

~

Violence silenced
Music & motion
beneath Kachina towers
tall, above our awareness,
atomic & electromagnetic

Indivisible, the flow

My Argument in Church (Before, During & After)

With my eyes rolling over

the quaint antique verses

presuming to direct-quote God,

I get Dante's "Inferno" in the gut,

a recipe fostering ignorance

& manifest destiny, division,

violence at any disagreement

Fables inundating normies,

deluding folks into delirium

that the Lord was actually speaking

when instead it was only a targeted

advertisement for bullies in the pulpit,

sure, sure, sure, black printed Bible

doing good slightly more than evil, 

but still but still but still ... Not worth it,

despite the human math. If mushroom clouds

hover over your enemies ... your many,

many enemies ... then you get a pass

from space brother Jesus? What a laugh.

No. No. No. Lessons of mortality

are taught by the Earth and the seasons,

and if you act not, breeding pestilence,

hummingbirds will drop exploding steel,

the fools errand to describe the afterlife,

that perfect lawnmower, 

that Mercedes mansion

is but moon dust everlasting

~ Douglas McDaniel

Tolleson, Arizona

Mythville Bookstore

 

March of the Dead Peasants

Sleepers, not evil doers,

always haunted by monsters, always.

Therapy turtled, hopefully remastered.

Replete. Complete. Not enough to eat.

O the hungry, polarizing beat.

Hypnosis gnosis, post-toasty, the ghost is.

Lilith's fair hand, warm with the wine

stolen from the temple. Deadly misled.

Didn't even know they were already dead.

~ Douglas McDaniel

Tolleson, Arizona

American Mythville Bookstore

Man Behind the Curtain Moment

Dissuade your eyes, citizen,

there's no pedo human traffic king,

'cause it's all off the burner now,

the fully baked potato, ironic of Dorothies.

Even if grand wizardic witch revelations

overthrow the conspiratorial under-toe:

No sea change. No see the change. No, see?

Nothing to see anywhere with eyes so wide shut,

not with the invisible wardrobe redacted,

not with the war over the Peace Prize ... re-enacted.

Oh hell. Oh well. Tho mighty arrows fail, O lordy lo,

the longbowmen sure are getting in a lot of decent practice.

~ Douglas McDaniel

Tolleson, Arizona

American Mythville Bookstore

Good Walk Spoiled #13million

Eyes rolling, concrete broken,

government talking in tank,

spoken over bread & wine

& destiny manifest, streets

with pixilated populations

imperfect sleepwalking,

not officially evil,

blue smoke coughing up

inferno gut gone Dante,

inciting violence, violation

intolerant, gone Golfwaffe,

dragons flying over all seas,

real-world real-politic beneath

pushing up orcs, daisies lining

boulevards denting machine monsters

with angry signs, targeted advertisements

summoning revolution, private & public

Bunker Buster Blues

Hey Davey Davey,

 hey Davey hey

All fun and games

 until you lose a navy

All game theoried with missiles clicked

onto load at Tehran,

 where lights are out,

'cept for stars 

streaking wonders

across the night sky

All stone scorpion

 tails toward

decapitated towers

 of leadership

All second coming

 deceitful servant, 

national bloodlust,

Ghost of Arch-Nuke Ferdinand

sucking violence

 into the black portal

Little Black Plastic Radio Box

Under the covers

with the radio on

great discoveries

into the night

arcs of architecture

sonic beams spinning

Beatles, Kinks, Bowie

& Three Dogs Knighted

in secret rebellion

Album oriented later, rocked,

raised by wolves

at Tower Records

Upper-middle-class boys,

mom said, always reminding,

with enough expendable income

for a wall of eight-tracks,

stoner training devices

all that voodoo entices

Sheer freedom's license

Motion without the violence

~ Douglas McDaniel

Tolleson, Arizona

Mythville Bookstore

Thoughts Before the Big Haboob

 City of bitches & dudes

aware lost only imagination

for fashion & fantasy baseball

but nobody's playing

Neon moon halved

storm always moving in

heavy carefree airs

Sidewalk rolling 

without wavin'

Within invisible waves

escape is made

then came escapade

shipwreck shit

at some dump 

called Friendship Inn

Megaliths in movements

seekers of salvation relief

broken humanity streets

hugging the church gates

crowding the fire lane

Sirens & automatic angel

broadcasting classical

at McDonald's parking zone

Calming muses

to satisfy criminality

All angles covered regardless

urban barrack secure

junkies with needles

in the shadows

Dollars lost, free coffee

lathers & soap, pool,

air turned to Iceland

Identification nation

late night into the beat

 of immortal moonlight

soft cement blues glow

tumbling betwixt the towers

Humming buzzing boulevards

shouting social static

& distortion

to the rhythm

of high heel shoes

Sleepwalkers

not officially evil

Sunday morning sent cruising west

wastelands deserted

except for the American carnage

making airport runways

one two three 

... what for

unavailable

Land home

dreaming dreamier

gothic hunger 

to devour the world

Cavernous luxuries 

& humble demeanor

plasma ghosted

still quite alone

under mortal sunlight

feeding the ether

In moves the haboob

dirt curtain horizon

shepherding cumulus 

thunderheads over

gloom-dark grey-rock 

mountains & ice cream

 truck tones tinkle

 in the twisty down-pressure

of atmospheric 

baubles of dust

Curious downwind hawk

circling updrafts into dark clouds

Who but anyone

but the downtrodden

could guess what winged things

hope for or believe

Great jets of Zeus hollow-phonic

bass-boom currents

Dome symphonies of sonic layers

mind troubling senses

for transient man

touching Apache tears

with no sins washed

grand gully-washing thrust

thunderclap lightning

God not done talking

~ Douglas McDaniel

Tolleson, Arizona

Mythville Bookstore