Scott Osgood is a poet, science-fiction writer, and spoken-word artist who has appeared on several albums with the Lucid Screaming Group, including "Spoonful of Laudanum," "Arcanarama," "104 Degrees," and "Lucid Radio." His poems, short stories, lyrics and artworks range across science fiction, fantasy, horror, satire, comedy and surrealism. He is currently finishing a picaresque, comic science-fiction novel set in the distant future. Possessed of a remarkable voice, he can make any narrative come alive with his readings or channel the rock gods in a musical setting. --J.C. McGowan
Osgood's vocals can also be heard on "Firing Squad of Angels," for Lucid Screaming.
Music Credits: Soundtracks composed and instruments played by Vince Cummings, with the exception of Gowan's mix for "Things Jesus Never Said" and C. Lord's remix on "Foo 43 Remix" (original score by Cummings).
The brazen affrontery! The sheer audacity! The nerve! What? The unabashed impudence! The shocking petulance! The guts! Who? The cheeky insolence! The disrespectful sassiness! The genius! For f%$k's sake! Who? Why... Scott Osgood, of course.
Have a great weekend out there in the cosmic wilds of wondrous words, my friend. Peace, love, and space-brotherhood, RE-VO
Hi there. Hope all is well with you. Prepare your ears and heart for some new compositions from Cybiont. “Demon on my shoulder” is a dark tune. ‘What happened to the time’? is a kind of a jazzy industrial cabaret. Both in their crude versions – rough mixes. Additionally the debut album has been completed and we just got the 2 first reviews in. Welcome over for a visit:) Looking forward to your comments
Heeey Scott, nice man to respond! Nice to read that you like Helpless. I put another one up. Yeah, I know I chose the wrong form of My Space (did I know they had 2 versions) so I can put just one song on it...grrrr. BUT, if you want to hear more you can drop down by the Deafening space. Just look at my friends space and click at the first one. There you wil have much other songs we recorded earlier.
I have listenend to the Firing Squad song, VERY NICE indeed. Your lyrics are great, and the baseline is one Trent Reznor from N.I.N. would get jealous with, haha. (take that as a compoliment also). Greets, later more. Wout.
And now his quirky avatar makes clear he is a pilot of the Fourth Kind, flying head on into brilliance into surrealist headstrong dreams. Raging against the calculated dying of the light, he fires words like bullets against the bi-planes, the triplanes of stupidity, always with tremendous accuracy. Now, far beyond the Pod, Osgood is a demi-god of far-flung wild outrageous wisdom. Goggles on, men... we're flying into the sun.
Thank you Scott. Nice to contact with you also. I've listened to a few track s on y'r space. Don't understand everything, but I do know, lieI allready thought, you are weird. And I like that!! haha. Laterrr, Wout.
Hi there Scott. Hope that all is rockin well. CYBIONT has just uploaded 2 new songs that you are most welcome to have a listen to. The first one is called ‘Feelsome’ and is about how we need to make our hearts grow bigger. The second one is called ‘Do me sti cated’ – a kind of rebellion and a refusal to accept the established “truths” we all are supposed to embrace. Both part of the upcoming album – planned to be released in May. Back in New Zealand CYBIONT is eagerly looking forward to your comments.
Hi there SCOTT. Thanks for request. All the best to you. CYBIONT is a musical venture from New Zealand. Hope you find it interesting. Have you seen a spare Flying Saucer around? If you do, let me know. I’m planning a take off..
Like so many who, before, created in the realms of yore, the man who lent his name to pods is still not thought of as a God for reasons I cannot explain. Why can't we ever hear his name? Gowan and Osgood, Chris and Scott: these are great poets, not some bots to be discarded and forgot[ten]. Yet, this is the truth of now, that drunken brats are sacred cows, and rehab is a requisite (and yes, you have to be a twit). Intelligence is never cool, and you cannot have gone to school. The sages of this world are kids. You have to keep your knowledge hid[den], say that you're an ingenue, then, maybe, they'll look at you. Osgood is too smart for this strange world of stupid, empty bliss.
I can’t explain the lapse in thought that caused me to forget you, to fail to visit often; I regret if I’ve upset you. You rant and rave like Ginsberg, you’re a f%&king inspiration. And yet, I’m here infrequently to hear your word sensations. And thus, I must apologize For this repeated absence. I’ll try to come here more And to eliminate my lapses. Osgood, I regret… I ought to visit you more often, Yet, over time my brain gets mushy even somewhat softened.
Wishing you a week of surreal thoughts and psychedelic bliss.
We are all jonesing to hear Osgood riffing Galactus awaits even though Manny's spliffing. The wizard of beat will set fire to the stage, in spite of our drummer's obsession with yage. The poems of Osgood will tear up the show as Elvises plummet with Sally in tow. The pods will be humming, guitars will be strumming, the poets orating, the Gaians are waiting.
Have a great weekend, man. Peace, love, and friendship, RE-VO
As Ringo once said, I'm just happy I'm here, alive and still kicking, in spite of my fears. It's a googly, oogily, wacky old world, where liars are victors and flags are unfurled. Folks like us aren't abundant (we ethical dupes), since the brutes ate our souls like so many Fruit Loops. Still, we persevere on writing rants for the masses, engulfed as we are in bizarre greenhouse gases. Write on, Mr. Osgood, your brave voice is true. The world is much better, in part, due to you.
Hey, Scott, Your poetry is acidic, powerful, and stunning, man. Although I love all the pieces posted here, "What If" is a masterpiece. Your voice, too, bellows with sardonic might... love it. Just visiting to wish you a strident week's end and blissful weekend. [you can't see it, but I am madly and enthusiastically clicking my fingers] Peace and friendship, RE-VO
Hail, Signor Osgood [if that's your real name!]: Finally, I find the inventor of pods, a surrealist, communist mocker of gods! The man to complain to when pods are so shoddy they flicker and spark, and endanger the body. There will be a class action suit in the mail From the thousands of users who wish you in jail. But who knows if you are an artful invention of Mr. McGowan, the author who mentions your pod in a book about very big gods. Sir, are you a website, a dude... or a pod?
It's a gas to be here... I love Lucid Screaming. Please see "The Amazing World of J.C. McGowan" at dreamland11. Peace, poetry, and pods, RE-VO
