Hypnomancer
cinematic songwriter
As a wordsmith, my curiosity and passion for blending diverse musical genres provides an ideal way to explore songwriting as a vehicle for cinematic storytelling. I approach each song as its own world, uniquely set in time, locale, and emotional tone. These vivid narratives include a wide range of characters and accounts from the wired anxiety of an unfolding political intrigue to the fumbled lines of a chance romantic tryst, a moment of prayer, a rant, or an alien encounter on a back country road. The creative scope of these sonic dramas has been greatly expanded by the advent of generative AI, which enables my poetic stories to quite literally drive musical expression. Generative AI sound-making tools allow for quicker production timelines, lower recording costs, and a greater choice of musical setting. More importantly, this emergent technology liberates the songwriter to imagine far beyond the confines of a singular iconic voice to become the multitude we are!
Find many more songs here, from blistering rock to adventurous forays across foreign lands and desolate sci-fi soundscapes. soundcloud.com/iotronik
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Hypnomancer (aka David Stout) is a musical shape shifter exploring the world of hybrid sound cultures blending a wide array of genres from folk, rock, country, jazz, and global fusion to widely divergent electronic styles, abstract soundscapes, minimalism, and contemporary classical music. His compositions, songs, and scores are produced with a variety of instrumental approaches including modular synthesizers, custom soft synths, field recordings, folk instruments, generative AI, and session instrumentalists. David received his MFA in Film-Video & Music from the California Institute of the Arts followed by an active professional career as a professor and celebrated performance director leading diverse interdisciplinary production teams and teaching effective skills for collaboration across the arts. He is among a growing number of multi-disciplinary artists exploring the power and potential of new and emerging media.
Learn more at davidstout.net
Forecasting Emptiness
It all begins with an idea.
Forecasting Emptiness
The poignancy of loss couched in an aura of shame is amplified by the anxiety and inability to hide from the oppressive judgement from others.
Poignant, Wistful, Literate, Melancholy, Introspective, Relationships, Ballad, Folk, Cinematic, Choral, Acoustic Guitar, Dramatic, Singer-Songwriter
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She slipped in this way
Footprints at the door
Some others will say
Some others will sayNo callers today
No cars on the streets
Some others will say
Some others will sayCold nights ahead
Forecasting EMPTINESS
Alone in this bed
Forecasts of EMPTINESS
Heading this wayShe slipped out again
No key for the door
Some others will say
Some others will sayNo silver is set
No blankets or sheets
Some others will say
and others will sayCold nights ahead
Forecasting EMPTINESS
Alone in this bed
Forecasts of EMPTINESSHeading this way
Forecasts of emptiness
Never
It all begins with an idea.
Never
Pensive cinematic trip hop fuels this interior dialogue of betrayal and abandonment. Is this a rumor of an illicit affair, a clandestine meeting, an incidence of espionage, or an invention of her panicking imagination?
Soundtrack, Betrayal, Romantic, Relationships, Psycho-Drama, Strings, Distress, Cinematic, Atmospheric
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is that you?
I know we said, let’s take this somewhere else, instead,
is that you?
I thought I heard but can’t remember,
maybe missing, maybe later
is that you?I know we said, let’s take this somewhere else, instead,
is that you?
I thought I heard but can’t remember,
maybe missing, maybe later
is that you?ta ta ta ta ta ta
talk to me, say you never
ta ta ta ta ta ta
talk to me, say we never, never …is that you?
where is the key, I left another in my sweater,
is that you?
I thought I knew your name, I called
you didn’t, ever answer
is that you?I know we said, let’s make this one time even better,
is that you?
I heard this sound but that’s real long that I can’t remember,
is that you?
maybe lost it, losing us together
is that you?ta ta ta ta ta ta
talk to me, say you never
ta ta ta ta ta ta
talk to me, say we never, never …
Wild Skies
It all begins with an idea.
Wild Skies
A gothic country ballad with a hint of techno recounts the inability to save someone who cannot see their own plight or admit surrender to the well-meaning care from others.
Ballad, Poetic, Cinematic, Soundtrack, Songwriter, Country, Gothic-Country, Country-Rock, Electronic, Ambient, Shoegaze
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There was that awkward pause in her parting phrase,
going down this road before the world was paved.
That silent ah--awards an early grave,
is our bridge too far for those we want to, saveWhen all the time was just another shifting load,
on the shoulders of three brothers down the road.
All hesitating and unevenness displayed,
on the bridge too far for those we want to, save awayOhh, the wild skies are not safe shelter in the storm
But their beauty is a fury we all know
Down from heaven, into heaven we all go,
from these fields of dust and clay where we were grown.When your sister, or some mother sits alone
In a cell made out of cardboard for a home
In a nest of all the troubles she can claim
the bridge too far for those who won’t be savedOhh, the wild skies are not safe shelter in the storm
But their beauty is a fury we all know
Down from heaven, into heaven we all go,
from these fields of dust and clay where we were grown.Ohh, the wild skies are not safe shelter in the storm
But their beauty is a fury we all know
Down from heaven, into heaven we all go,
from these fields of dust and clay where we were grown
A Crossing
It all begins with an idea.
A Crossing
An acoustic folk song unfolds as journal entries made by those fleeing a dangerous life-threatening conflict, invasion or industrial disaster. The chorus is a damning lament against those who would choose chaos over peace.
Ballad, Poignant, Melancholy, Protest, Folk, Cinematic, Introspective, Acoustic Guitar, Singer-Songwriter, Political
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we turned face
at the crossing
tumbled back
toward a town
we fled
before that morning
when the metal rains
fell to the groundwe strayed through
brush and brambles
off the roads
away from crowds
we slept
by day in ditches
inching and uncertain
following the soundwhen you’re summoned by a savior
who disdains all those we love
will you follow blind and willing
will you kiss the empty glove
will you bellow, bleed and kill then
will you shoot the white wing dove?we chanced there
at the river
a shivering child
in tear-stained gown
we fed
her full at morning
and repaired
her golden crownwe turned to face
the current
no falling back
no standing down
we braved
despite the warning,
drones were swarming
gathering in cloudswhen you’re summoned by a savior
who disdains all those we love
will you follow blind and willing
will you kiss the empty glove
will you bellow, bleed and kill then
will you shoot the white wing dove?