| obliterati ( @ 2009-04-18 15:18:00 |
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On the third day, Jesus rose from the dead and he didn't see his shadow, so he went door to door and slid down the chimneys of all the well-behaved children in the neighborhood while dressed as a rabbit. And he left chocolates in their beds and this caused the Angel of Darkness to pass over their houses at night and take only those evil men who had looked back upon their wives as they were led out of Hades. And he turned their wives into pillars of salt, around which men of the nation gathered and fell to arguing over who got the salt and God grew angry and caused them to babble unintelligibly to one another, and so language was born. And it was with this new language that Peter betrayed Jesus in the garden, and he went and hid beneath the rock that became the foundation of the company we know today as Prudential.Last weekend a friend brought me to a party at the KBOO radio station where I had a very nice time and even broke my rule and drank a beer. That part was medicinal and only made me tired, but it was still a great night. I got to speak with the Program Director and one of their record spinning people and ask about the Zappa special they do every year, where did they get the rare music and everything, and it was all very rewarding. KBOO and Zappa had come up elsewhere recently when somebody found a lost interview from 1974 in KBOO's archives, and when I recognized a sticker for Kill Ugly Radio on the lockers in the KBOO hallway, I decided these people were okay, and definitely Friends of Frank.

This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...Joe has just worked himself into an imaginary frenzy during the fade-out of his imaginary song...He begins to feel depressed now. He knows the end is near. He has realized at last that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist only in the imagination of The Imaginer...and... ultimately, who gives a fuck anyway...So...So... Excuse me...So...Who gives a fuck anyway? So he goes back to his ugly little room and quietly dreams his last imaginary guitar solo...Which happens to be Watermelon in Easter Hay. The song's name comes from an unattributed rant from somewhere along the way, "playing in this band is like trying to grow a watermelon in Easter hay."