The following message came to me buried on the moon...like a little bell you can ring just in case they fasten you in and close it up before it's really over: DJ Rize and I...we were going to see hamburger helper take the stage at green valley station- One of those guest wig affairs in which the lowest common denominator signs an autograph on the season eleven DVD...All at once, without warning, I managed to hijack a tablecloth and pawn my rusted helmet credentials for a bookend in seaweed. The myths of Gods are now the myths of Corporations, but the slavery is the same...
album rip on this post is: "music of the godhead" arranged and conducted circa 1975 by some freak brother going under the name of master wilburn burchette...the liners try to sell this as a meditation backdrop...but the synth lines and the delay guitar all get pretty busy...sometimes a little dull but its worth a go...a couple times i thought of the fripp/eno thing
...and that's Christmas for you but yeah away from the launch pad it got better: we rode out the underpass and got some
drinks at the doubledown SWINGSHIFT SIDESHOW ....where a clown took the six of diamonds to his face by way of a staplegun and a married couple ran a skewer through their biceps...shot darts from a blowgun by means of a provocatively talented cooch and ran yard long screws through the nostrils be means of a power drill...big up the sideshow. always wishing that there was more of this sort of thing, just like walking down the street a dead rabbit juggling bowling pins ...in fact wishing the majoritycaught a few minutes of the band afterword;
SHOTGUNS AND GASOLINE DOUBLE DOWN SALOON 12/25/09- 90's influenced bar punk group with some fairly energetic drumming
