09 Travelling A Penominally Long Way (With Livestock)
Being a musical exploration of several points of interest in eth Solar System and beyond as performed (a very long time ago) by Dai Williams upon his celebrated electrically driven sound synthesizing
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In another 7 generations the electric wiz can drop another curtain for us to gawk and applaud at. The Three Stooges will make an appearence as a traveling hologram show after newly passed Intelectual Property and Moarl Decency laws cause public domain works to be owned by the government. Will the aliens pull it over our eyes? O just give us new tinted glasses to see? It could still all go up in a big cloud and cost 20/mo for a terabyte of storage.
Webcast on February 10th, 2019: This is mostly songs and compositions about and for winter time and cold weather (including a few Christmas ones). A companion piece to our program HEAT. We seek, in this program, to create an entertaining and informative psychedelic mix which compellingly captures the bracing bucolic beauty and melancholic wistfulness of this ending time of year. Now streamable at Mixcloud on demand:
he tree wasnt more than 8 feet tall, so from above, it fortof looked like someone dropped a basket of laundry-lint on it. The neon clad, air-jet pack wielding grounds keeper is looking up the tree at me, shakes his head. A beam of light from above with shouts at us with tin horn to get back to work and get back inside, respectively. I close my blinds but keep the door open. The eggs have become lukewarm.
Faithful fridge and sturdy stove provide the morning chewable and caffeine. This week is real farm eggs and sticky rice, butter fried in a brilliant chrome saucepan, sprinkle of seaweed pepper for a total flavor profile, toast for counter texture. A moment of egg yolks turns vivid as the partly cloudy sky unfolds into violet and blue dawn, trees grey with Spanish moss clinging to branches of birch trees outside my 4th story window.
One of my favorite games... *ORCHESTRAL STAB* JAZZ PUNK
Like a great wave of wild stallions the city streets are awake and the morning erupts with the sub-audibal frequencies and thunderous blast of car traffick. Individualy wraped pilots blast ghetto beats from Cadillac slabs each with their own tempo and temperament. A new week, a new opportunity for some, simple spillage for others, and others still with slack both false and earned, and we, and they, are all getting what we, and what they, deserve in the end. Is "Bob" getting your one dollar?...
Equal opportunity, except if our pedigree dogs don't like the smell of your children
For years people on plane flights have been wondering why I'm laughing my ass of back in 37C. Well, it because I'm usually listening to the "Porn Queen of the Vampires" episode of "Bob's" Slacktime Funhouse.
Church of the SubGenius Members-Only MastoDobbs.