magoski
You rest your forehead
against mine.
Our lips brush,
not in hunger,
but in truth—
a soft confession
passed mouth to mouth.
My hand on your waist
steadies you;
your hand on my chest
steadies me.
Between us,
a warmth spreads—
not fire,
not urgency,
but the slow unfurling
of something deeper
than want.
Wax pools
at the base of the candle—
a record of every flicker,
every tremble,
every moment we allowed
ourselves to be seen.
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Cassette + Digital Album
Edition of 60 cassettes, sold exclusively on Ruptured's Bandcamp page. 25 minutes of audio per side.
Photograph and design by Georges Daou.
Super Ferro music grade tape, with Black SW shell, oxide leader, pop tabs, and pad print.
Each cassette is packaged in a thick O-Card on 14-point board w/ CMYK full color print, and delivered in a sealed plastic bag for added protection.
A truly unique product and collector's item. Assembled in Canada.
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"The ambient-leaning new album from French artist Daou is a deeply nostalgic effort, one that looks back on faded (and, in all likelihood, overly idealized) memories of days spent soaking up the sun and lounging along the shore. Though the years have sapped some of the color from those memories, the underlying emotions remain potent and on album standout “The Laughter,” the song’s tinkling chimes hint at youthful whimsy and wonder, its soft melodies drifting along as waves crash softly in the background. It’s a bit melancholy, but it’s also deeply intimate, as Daou makes the inner recesses of his psyche into a rather inviting destination." – Shawn Reynaldo, First Floor substack
"It is not unusual to find an anonymous protagonist haunting the albums of Paris-based architect, musician, and multidisciplinary artist Georges Daou. He employs this rather unique device beautifully once again on Blue Ghost... The poetic narrative written to accompany the album is brought to life in ten episodic ambient soundscapes layered in vivid textures and filled with melancholy and longing." – Stationary Travels
***
He had been here once before, a lifetime ago. He could still hear the laughter in the backseat, feel the salt wind on his face, see the sea flash through the trees. Those days when the sun seemed endless, when the sky was always blue and the world felt untouched by time.
But the endless summer had ended.
He closed his eyes and breathed in. Not to remember, but to be here. To feel the air, the light, the weight of the present.
The sea did not beckon. It waited, calm and bright under the sun, neither past nor promise, simply existing.
He stood there, warmth on his skin, the quiet of the day holding him. Not reaching for what was gone. Not wishing. Just here.
And for the first time, that was enough.
Far off, where sea and sky lean toward each other but never meet, silence takes the shape of a place he once knew or dreamed. The air carries salt and the dry sweetness of sunlit earth. A gull cries somewhere out of sight.
A horse runs along the edge of the surf, chasing its shadow. Wild, fleeting, almost unreal. Its hooves fade into the sound of the waves, and he wonders if it was ever there at all.
He stays still as the light softens.
The sea calls again, not as a destination, but as a feeling, a thin line between what was and what never came to be. He gathers that memory close, a quiet warmth against the cooling air, knowing that a part of him is still out there, standing on that same shore.
He dreams of the endless summer.
***
Blue Ghost is based on this text above. A soundtrack to a story suspended between memory and fiction. It moves through echoes of laughter, flickers of the sea, and the warmth of a sun that feels both distant and present. Some moments are true, others imagined, but all are rooted in the feeling of a summer that never fully ends, except in the real world. An attempt to capture that in-between space where nostalgia meets acceptance, and where the past lingers like salt in the air.
credits
released October 31, 2025
Produced and mixed by Daou in Paris.
Photograph, design and text by Georges Daou.
Mastered by Taylor Deupree at 12K, Pound Ridge, New York.
Your choices carry outcomes
you
would not choose
So what then is the advise?
Where
then
lies the answers?
Perhaps the best we can do is
this music
this voice
this truth
that
during this time
we must
suffer
forever it will seem
and still we will do it
We will raise our flanks
we will betray our ranks
-
This is not a game
you want to lose
magoski
I can’t hear.
I can’t bear.
I can’t see.
I can’t be.
Come here—
where prayers fall asleep.
I'll hold my breathe
until you return,
until I feel
your touch,
your tears,
your fears
echoing through the House of Seers
a cathedral of mirrors,
refracting
reflection
Screams and laughter,
slaughter and silence,
a collapsing puddle
of everything we once believed.
Disintegration.
Capitulation.
Realization—
small,
barefoot,
shivering in the shallows.
Hope that today,
will bring us
together magoski
Beautifully hushed and spare compositions from Louis Gardner, setting his whispery vocals above acoustic guitar & piano. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 8, 2025
2be or not 2be
is a question for lovers
not for mine hunters, orphaned children & pirate eyes
2see or not 2see
in the aftermath of bone & ash, of sewn together toes
torn & tossed tags
2Be or Not 2Be is best left for the Stage
musings of a sage
possum's in a cage
freeways in a rage
the novel's next page
morning is a hinge
a soft architecture of light
Desire doesn’t rise—
it unfurls.
and the room bends w/ you. celestial mechanics
written in sweat magoski
