Completely unwilling to be limited or defined, Kylyra is Dark World's resident rebel diva. Her music moved from early techno rhythms combined with classically styled melodies on First Steps to the surrealistic and haunting concept album Ishtar's Ascent. After a well deserved break, Kylyra is back in full force with VOX and has once again managed to fashion a new sound for herself. Grooving heavier than ever, Kylyra meshes her alternative dance style with industrial and gothic lashings reminiscent of Front 242 and Intermix. Infectious beats, brilliant high-end percussive work and gorgeous multi-layered vocals showcase the versatility of this diva.
Kylyra, K. Kylyra Ameringer, Kristi Ameringer, Kristine Karen Ameringer are all one and the same person - me. Why do I use various names? For the same reason I like to change my hair drastically. I enjoy the confusion it invariably causes.
I am a direct descendent of Oscar Ameringer through my father, Allan Ameringer. I flatter myself that I display the same creative flair of my great grandfather, Oscar, through multiple art forms; music, literature (fiction, non-fiction, and poetry), painting, and photography. I seem to also have inherited his tendency towards rebellion.
Do not expect the norm from me; my work can vary drastically. Some things may scare you, some may make you think, some may make you laugh. As an artist, that is all I can expect from you - some sort of reaction.
If you enjoy my free poetry rings, short stories, lyrics, and MP3s, you can support my efforts by buying my music or my book - all independently released. Connect with me on Facebook, Myspace, LastFm, iTunes, and LinkedIn.
A word for my fans. For your ease and to reflect my own state of mind, my poetry and lyrics are separated. I have never written a poem and then used it for lyrics, and vice versa. Poetry is poetry, lyrics are lyrics. While my lyrics attempt to reflect the rhythm of music, my poetry is founded on the rhythm of words. My newer poetry reflects the huge influence the beat generation poets have had on me, and when performing live I usually use a jazz accompaniment. I think you'll note the difference.
See you on the flip side.
Solo Studio Albums
Kylyra - First Steps (1996) see release on Dark World Profile
Kylyra - Threshold (1998) see release on Dark World Profile
Kylyra - Ishtar's Ascent (1998, 2010) see release on Dark World Profile
Kylyra - In the Land of Death and Joy (1999) see release on Dark World Profile
Kylyra - Red Book (2004, 2006) see release on Dark World Profile
Kylyra - VOX the EP (2005) - promotional release only
Kylyra - VOX (2007) see release on Dark World Profile
KyPoetry - Purple (2009) see release on Dark World Profile
Studio/Live Albums with bands
Stygian Tars - Chapter One (1996) see release on Dark World Profile
Stygian Tars - Chapter Two (1999) see release on Dark World Profile
Stygian Tars - Chapter Three (1999) see release on Dark World Profile
Stygian Tars - Abridged Edition (2004, 2006) see release on Dark World Profile
Stygian Tars - Chapter Four (2007) see release on Dark World Profile
Stygian Tars - Chapter Five (2007) see release on Dark World Profile
Deemed Psychotic - The 1st (2006, 2012) see release on Dark World Profile
Compilations featuring Kylyra
Dark World presents - Artist's Row Vol. 1 (1999) see release on Dark World Profile
Dark World presents - Artist's Row Vol. 3 (2000) see release on Dark World Profile
Dark World presents - Noorderslag 2006 (2005) see release on Dark World Profile
Dark World presents - Noorderslag 2007 (2006) see release on Dark World Profile
Dark World presents - Compilation 2008 (2007) see release on Dark World Profile
Dark World presents - Winter Dance Compilation 2008 (2007) see release on Dark World Profile
Guest Appearances by Kylyra
Johnny M - Riddle (2008) see release on Dark World Profile
Infinisynth - Spiral Default 2013 (2013) see release on Dark World Profile
Poetry by Kylyra
Memories of You
by K. Kylyra Ameringer
Memories of you
Came flooding back to me
The other day
I wish they hadn't
Now my soul
Is drenched with you
And I cry out
Where is the fire
By which I can dry myself?
by K. Kylyra Ameringer
There is movement in the trees.
A flicker of fanciful colour
And wings -
The birds are out for their afternoon tea.
They bob and whirl
A softly muted kaleidoscope
Changing patterns through the garden;
They come to gossip
And watch the washerwoman
In the window as she works,
by K. Kylyra Ameringer
We stand, like children
At a doorway
Shamefaced and sullen
Fear cementing our feet
Desire infecting us
Time dissolves us away
Stories by Kylyra
A Remarkably Accurate Machine
"Reggie, will you stop obsessing over that thing! Reggie! Reginald, will you look at me when I'm talking to you!"
"Hmmm?" Reginald Ignacious Parker lifted his faded and worn eyes to his wife's face. "Did you say something, dear?"
Sandra Parker rolled her eyes. "I've been talking to you for the last five minutes, Reggie. You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, dear," Reggie said, smiling slightly. "It's the clock, you see," indicating the small silvery-smooth shape on the table next to his favorite chair. "It's ticking down, you know. I haven't much time left."
"Damn it, Reggie, it's just a clock! Just a stupid novelty gift that your company churned out to make money! It doesn't actually work! Look, the thing is programmed with insurance actuary statistics. It has nothing to do with the individual owner!"
True Blue Lou
"Lou, Lou, Lou! My man Lou!"
Lou stopped musing on his breakfast. Many citizens in the complex didn't appreciate some of the dishes served to them in the communal areas. Lou couldn't understand why; there was a large variety of food vendors to choose from so any citizen could opt to have a different cuisine every meal of the week. This morning Lou had eaten at Toastie's, a small cafe off the main pathways. Toastie's wasn't big on variety but they served great beans on toast.
Turning, Lou spotted his friend Yuri shambling towards him. Lou easily hopped off the electromagnetic runner, one of thousands crossing and intersecting through the communal areas of the complex. During peak times, one had to be careful for footpath travelers but Lou's shift was in odd rotation to the rest of the complex's schedule, which meant Level 29's open-air pathways were almost deserted.
Oscar Ameringer Memorial Gallery