Cassidopeus at Nucleus

Dear blogger.com,
oh it was horrible, I was stuck in a wind tunnel.
Oh how I could hardly explain it if I tried. & all these people eating beans.
Nothing at all but beans.

but I implore you, don't press me on it. That is all the past now.
Surely this blog will be visited more frequently, and posts will be made more
frequently.
& how lavish it will be!
Side banners will be upkept, and a brand new background will give glimpses
of hope in that the civil unrest of the modern age
could vanish just as much as the scowls held by us impersonators
could flip into a laughter
and a magic wand just may turn the fashionistas that we all are
into Humming Birds which take up less space.
And all of us zesty hummingbirds could have banners tapered to our tails
in which demonstrate the vividness of each our cause.





 Youtube is at it again! with the tinkering of controls that were perfectly fine to begin with. You can read about all my complaints about that in my brand new 422 page whopper of a book about things that annoy me. A novelette called All that Infuriates Me is going to be a wondrous pre-release to that. Much like all the pre-release gas I had to suffer through in that godforsaken wind tunnel. Why bring that up again!?

This here is a song called Cassidopeus at Nucleus. This was cut from the 48 minute version down to a healthy six. Re-recording it.  Putting some songs out by mid 2019, maybe earlier. Will fit the theme/feeling of this Nucleus song. 
Session of seven songs recorded @ this night--- ~ 10/14/2013.
GEEAEE was the guitar tuning, before that SUPER-JUMBO Epiphone was traded for the lovely Martin residing here now. Man I miss that thing but it was so big that it would clunk nearby objects during the recording process. and I wanted to switch to a more natural and warm sounding woodtop guitar, without the lamination. If I can pick up another of those Epiphones however, would love to do that.
Ok so I'm still trying to get video output settings ok. It's a tough ride. Reinstalling some programs onto another pc had reset all of the settings which were learned by happenstance and not by paying any attention to anything.  + all the vids for this demo channel are collaged in a drag + drop scenario. So they're free flow, why work crazily to hone up a video for a song that is going to be redone? Because stone cold said so? No, that rule doesn't apply very heavily, really.

I miss myspace. This new internet sucks cahones. Its just marketing and like-accumulations.  You can read more about my feelings of that in my book chapter for things that annoy me. It is sure to lessen the readers life span by 3.4 days.. which is no dent really. Traffic-waiting actually sucks more years from out of the human-being.

These are the lyrics to Cassidopeus @ Nucleus 

With stiff sunshine and a shitty virtue
a note was signed then left
Later the Great Mother found it stapled to the underside of the great table
It was a while later when she had found it, actually.
Despite absidin'

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

Actually I never really tried it on
The legs weren't parrallel and there wasn't even a hole between the shoulders.
Because naturally without some kind of suite
an ineligability seemed likely
Don't play by the tribe rules
and you're excited from  the tribe
If not, devoured by them, luckily.

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

Children    kick      the can.
A sign of life     and fun     and a sign of play.
and with uneven legs and no headhole,
even if ya could cram the suit on,
and rip through to fit,

"Do you remember
the stem about it
The box of desperate-descriptions:
The smell of graham crackers laying on the table with cinnamon
Another cult of ideas; live with it, move past it

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

"Why distant alcoves of reality acceleration?
"Why distant indeed"
"I think it's all kids games.
Kids games, kids games.
We replace that with this"

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

where new waterfalls hang
fixes crooked picture frames
next to machine bangs
Oh how about you,
how about you,
How could I live without you?
how about you
How I could live without you!

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

whom scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at nucleus
whom scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at nucleus

With stiff sunshine and a shitty virtue
a note was signed then left
Because naturally without some kind of suite
an ineligability seemed likely
Don't play by the tribe rules
and you're excited by the tribe
If not devoured by them, luckily.

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask
Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

Cassidopeus on the picture frame
These morning hours,
Cassidopeus in an early mask

So mask wears a mask
fixes crooked picture frames
where new waterfalls hang
next to machine bangs
Oh how about you,
How could I live without you?
how about you
How I could live without you!

With scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at Nucleus
Who scrambles to the runway of
Cassidopeus at Nucleus
 
 Some papers were thrown on the floor around where I was recording and some other aspects were laid out as a chorus, so its a real ham and pepperjack fest that was breaded by stream of consciousness, which was really enjoyable when creating it. Except excited was sang where exiled was supposed to have been per-nounced.   That would probably earn seven or eight lashes from that god dang forsaken rule committee, but what can ya do? That is just so terrible!!!

Anyway I just want to say

Nobody trust these dogs!

They're liars pure and straight. If you see them, you'll know what I mean. I shouldn't have hired them as accountants anyway... but they will try to scam you out of some intense percentage intakes. Some people told me it was my own fault "Lee, you shouldn't have hired dogs to handle your accounts and to manage your booking and relegations" and all that. Well hell, they just plowed over everything and crapped every where and... I'd of been better off in that gassy wind tunnel the whole while.

Anyway blogger I'm afraid I'll probably drag myself back here someday, and loathe it once again. Yes, I will probably set foot  here again but don't think it's because I wanted to for crikeys sake. I will probably have some cause or project, and try and collect dollars to fund it... or maybe will have brains stormed something to get bought out by one of the seven companies remaking Colombia Pictures entire catologue again and again. Oh, we can remake the 100,000 Dalmations movie, as another idea, only replace all the dogs with Stimey-Pigs, and do it as a live-action adventure, and tarnish some legacies by having a Ethel Merman hologram real chalking it up. Gee, thanks a lot!
I feel like a damn dirty dog for saying that. Or any of this.
But you have to win some to lose some, or so they say. Who says that? People who don't win nothin! Okay, so I change that.
"You have to take off your ice skate before walking all over someone's face."
That used to be the motto of the auto industry, but it seems that even they have really changed tune.

Anyway, new sounds next year. Will send a copy to the moon. Will probably come with an inflatable frog & an autographed 8X10 of a part time dog-walker.
Going to now go and wash all of this "bloggery" from off of me
- a stimey, filthy pig

but i still prefer canon even though the model is a chunk of the price

There was a real-time spider fight going on on this light post.
I think it was a twelve-mile loop that followed that. But it was a great walk.
I want to do more portraits, however. Not because I don't like taking these
but there's  more of a demand to look at people and not at things.
I like the posture of light-posts, though. They really get it right.
Just look at that beautiful smile.  :-|  

Nikon try-outs

Polygon Equinox

You can't eat the hemlocks

image of my recent cascadin'

A bicycle ride can be the most liberating feeling.
I take the roads that are new, even after many years of passing them by.
There is tremendous strain and sweating and every moment is enjoyed.
Because it leads to hilltops which lead to cruising down
and gaining speed
like it could go on forever.

I have nothing to interrupt me
no buzzes from phones
just the smell of farms
where cow teats have suction-extractors.
& the tremendous swiveling between
road chunks dug-up.

The sky reminds me
of all the things we could become.
There are spare tubes,
so I'll go on further.
Trial on the calves,
in the fullest gear,
celebrate the outdoors.

Song Collection disc two Dante's Death Mask

Song Collection
disc two:
Dante's Death Mask


 https://youtu.be/7qdXSW2ueGQ
to listen to with time-stamps (select tracks) or
time stamps
01 Half Of It 00:00
02 Bride Of The East 05:09
03 Setting 08:11
04 Pit Pattering (American Soul Store) 12:42
05 Pit Pattering (To Share Eden With You) 15:02
06 Priestess (Part 2) 17:58
07 Somebody's Not Wearing Any Socks 21:56
08 Cosmic Soul Pick Pockets 24:50
08 Usually (Born Naked) 28:25
19 S Criver Love 30:32
10 Loud Mouth Mime 36:27
11 Herirse 39:23
Extra additions:
12 Leave Time To Live 46:06
13 Tin Beginner/A Nice Horse [demo] 45:59
14 Modern Lust [demo] 50:35
15 Maynoise [demo] 54:28
16 Mytopium Osmosis [demo] 59:31
Selected songs from 2011-2012 releases. Disc one is on this channel. Message to purchase physical copies to support future song production. Or shoot an arrow through my jaw it don't matter.

Song Collection disc one I Can't Feel your Skin, but I Know You're There

Song Collection
disc one
I Can't Feel your Skin, but I Know You're There

https://youtu.be/TceMHXfH6Ag
to listen to with time-stamps (select tracks)
or
01 Call Upon the Old Ones 00:00
02 Its Raining Boneclad Gizmos 05:22
03 You Always Serve Somebody 08:08
04 Eyelid Blip 12:13
05 Anything You Wish 17:01
06 Liquid Floor Love 19:55
07 Ceramic 25:13
08 Real 30:41
09 An Ordinary Coma Day 33:29
10 Cricket Bus 36:08
11 Sixty Dollars 37:40
12 Road For The Young 42:20
13 Oh Golly Oh Slumber 45:43

Liberation Revolution and Other Words

The first Cause,

then snapping from dreams.
Designed to desperation

of difference

and transparent sheets of effect.

Self-convinced:Mask-conductors.

Fighting for: tension maintenance.

One Source of the indivisible

to bend entirely

restrospective discs before new material sessions

Disc 1 and 2 uploaded to youtube shortly. Adjusting s levels

& get through all the tough worlds

asking

You're afraid to say but live for every thing

Spring buds
 on trees
 turn up
 where the season
can match back
 on course.

Earth Process

Survival Heist The Survival Gang

The Forgiveness Gang
deep in posse
no cut knuckles

Survival Heist The Survival Gang

Organic Posture

Sleep sleep rest wake wake rise.
The enter button, and what it does.

Postures of local avenues.

Insult Box [revisit]

Insult Box, proper

Steadied insult box, one of many. Basic insult box setup.
Seven more insult boxes then enough with the insult boxes!

hydration

Cog

                  Hi, these are some views of an illustration I am going back to time to time.  It's been good to return to some layout and draw it on a differing sized canvas or some index card or one of those take home styrofoam containers with the fry grease and that little slot tab that always breaks at the middle meeting pieces. It is making more since to re-draw it all again but with each character on a different sheet, and to get them a bit more right this 3rd or 4th go.

                 I guess it seemed sacrilege to post the entire image as a whole.. as one piece.. if it is not finished or photographed correctly.  Now, though, I think I guess it seems that any image that is not experienced in-person should be photographed by pieces.  I don't know if that is me being stern. I will probably break that stance quickly enough.  I just need some blue shape over at the blank gap at the right side and I may call it finished for this stage. Over-adding can be a ruiner to anything that is a fly-by image. By fly-by I guess I mean a more childish or cartoonish piece. There are no rules to that. That is all hearsay.But temporary guidelines are good road cones to maneuver between or plow over.

Inquisition

--video temporarily smudged away--



This is some severed head from the unfinished song project channel.
I am, for whatever reason, and who knows why, creating videos for songs that I am either going to rework very much so or scrap entirely.
And this video was done on a spare computer that runs 2BG of ram, so I can make all sorts of excuses for this and that, but instead,I  will say,
Wild Bill Hiccup did not shoot a man because he was some kind of ninny. He did it because he was hungry! And didn't want any more suckers getting in his way trying to bug him while he was wanting booze and trying to get hiccup drunk.

And Arnold Palmer, why, that man that died, when he swung, why, he swung and said "By damn, I'm going to try to get this golf ball onto the green.. no, I'm going to make it happen, and before I die, I will have mixed tea beverages stocked to the brim in supermarkets throughout the country."

Well fine, so be it that is the attitude I approach with this Inquisition.   Ideally though it would be fine to do a video for "Somebody's Not wearing any shoes" and also Bride of the East, which are finished songs already and although already incredibly ancient, of course!, I feel would be good to try to get an editing groove with.. when a more proper computer is set back up.
That's about all. It was nice out here today, and it really adds some zest to perspective. Deer shitting everywhere, being innocent naturites.

Soothe the nitty gritty

Messenger Moles

'.'

                  No, the rumors are not true. I would like to clarify upon what may have been going around at the idea that I was chasing around a messenger mole and had somehow, after grabbing upon the critter, had been dragged by the committed and fuzzy super-charger, became sucked into the tight and confining tunnels in which the creature makes its secretive and often routes.

                  If it were true, in any way, I would say something of possible advice or maybe it would be a set of stern recommendations.  I would say you know, if you ever see a diesel-powered messenger mole, and it has saddle bags tied around its rotund little back, and it is hauling down the side of the roadway, and you think Gee, It's a good idea and maybe I can have some fun out of this should I chase it down, and try to intercept its contraband of information,  I would say, Cease. Stop. Go no further.  And I am not saying that it is true.   I am not saying at all that perhaps weeks, and months would disappear from the regular world, from that world where rain falls, and hits the ground, and  deteriorates crooked and already nimbling sidewalks that curl and curve around residential areas and posh bowling centers.

                   I just wonder... beyond all things... how a little mole can gain that much speed when it has a human there attached in a vice-lock grip of its buttend.. and how it can penetrate into the ground, one of it's usual and obvious hidden entrance ways to porter its on-board secret information.  That it can suck a human in to its narrow network of underground vicinity, and lead deep into the earth crust not only itself with its little saddlebags of important notes but the human grasping on to it.  I'm just saying... It takes a long, long time to worm-belly out of such a place.

                Meanwhile on the Earth's surface things go on as usual. Meanwhile, on the plain of human existence, folks cheerfully stomp around with massive chips on their shoulder. Happy about such prizes and winnings they carry them about, wondering where to redeem them, where to trade them in for the value.  And the gutters clock with leaves. And people go up on to unsteady roof, and dip down to a secured and frantic lean. And with that lean a person might reach down with a metal unbent coat hanger and hope to fish the leaf clutter and old autumnic gunk from out.. but where can you find a metal coat hanger these days?  What nonsense would it be for some Sam or Susie to go up onto a roof top and lean down at a secure lean and hope to rid and clear up gutters with a plastic hanger?  I do not know.. I would not know. It would be a thing to see, quite a sight, and I would have if I could have... I thought about it, as I was wiggling my way out of the messenger moles little bending network.. You go much slower. Much, much slower, by the way, alone and using only wiggle force instead of the rocketing commandeering as from clenching onto a messenger-moles rear as it burns distance full speed.  But that is only... this is theoretical.

               Well I think the mole had gotten its carryon delivered to the rightful recipients. If I would have just hanged on longer I might have entered a hollowed core.. a sort of networking center, less condensed. Less extremely constricting.  Then there would likely be a meetup and passing by of several hundreds of other messenger moles. And they would be passing back and through and to and forth. It would be like as some earth center.  If enough moles caught at my being there they would have tried to have at me. Despicable, it would be, wrestling down some convoy or super army of moles, stringing across my arms and limbs while I dart and swing and try to throw them off.. but their bites would be so secured that they would not whip away. And more would pour through from the hundreds of thousands of mole holes that lead to the drop-off centre for their organization. It would be pure terror, so I am glad that that did not happen. Not that it did. I'm just saying. I am not trying to fancy those insidious rumors. I am not trying to entertain them. In fact, like I said, and I should stress this, and it is what you should be able to leave with and take away with you, if anything, it is that if let's say you heard this happened, it did not. It is not a good thing to talk about. You should just leave moles alone if they are running along.. Let them do their own thing for gods sakes!  Don't fuss about what they might be carrying along, with little notebooks and transcriptions written from little tiny pens.