These four young professional musicians from Taiwan have come together to form KS Music Productions:
Dog (Jeng Jia-Tze)
Film sound design, animation and sound tracks.
Mogoo (Uang Chi-En)
M.A. Taipei National University of the Arts, majored in violin.
Session violinist. Classical and contemporary.
Ben (Juo Shr-Shian)
B.A. Taipei National University of the Arts, majored in theory and composition.
Concert pianist, composer.
Kloud (Kloud Hsu)
B.A. Taipei National University of the Arts, majored in theory and composition.
Company director, producer, musician, sound engineer.
KS Music Productions offers a wide range of services including:
Music composition and production,
Concert and special event promotions,
Film sound design and animation.
KS Music Productions also operates an international agency coordinating concerts for recognised artists from around the world for performances in Taiwan.
The amazing Australia dive Gail Page with legendary guitarist Mal Eastick and the most awesome band supported by absolutely gorgeous duet Microwave Jenny!!
Hey,
I've got my single launch coming up at The Vanguard in Sydney and I'd love to see you there, looks like it's going to be a great night!
Hope you can make it,
Julie K
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Hi KSMP! Greets from Samoa!!!!! 'long time tween visits'
I've just posted another 'toon' on MySpace.
"THE NIGHT OF THE GALE' featuring: Me ~ Lead Vox/Lead N' Ryth Guit Phil Eizenberg ~ Bass Guit Ace Follington ~ Drums Rick Mellic ~ Keys N' Synth (Allstar Australian rhythm section) 22 Years in the making from recording to release. Has to be the longest recording project in history. Hope you like.
nostalghia, for string quartet, tape, and live el.
Si oscura la vista..
La mia forza sono due occulti dardi adamantini..
Si confonde l’udito per il tuono lontano
della casa paterna che respira..
dei duri muscoli i gambi si infiacchiscono
come bovi canuti alla radura
e non più quando è notte alle mie spalle splendono due ali…
nella festa, candela, mi sono consumato..
all’alba raccogliete la mia disciolta cera
e lì leggete chi piangere, di cosa andar superbi..
come, donando l’ultima porzione di letizia,
morire in levità,
e al riparo d’un tetto di fortuna
accendersi postumi,
come una parola..
Andrej Tarkovsky
The sight is growing dim…
My vigour are two concealed adamantine darts..
Hearing becomes confused for the far thunder
of father’s house that breathes..
hard’s muscles’ stalks become weak
like hoary oxen in the glade
and not further, when night comes, at my shoulders two wings shine..
in the festivity, like a candle, I burned out..
at dawn shelter my dissolved wax
and there read whom cry, whose be proud..
as, presenting the latest joy’s share
to die in lightness
and sheltered by an improvised roof
to catch fire posthumous
like a word…
