Her Wings Home in the Empty Sky

This blogger is an antique now. This is a way of dusting it off. I am not considered an antique yet!! There is still 400 more years to go for that.

Trying to catch up with past recordings and re-spruce the image-additive  to lots of them.
Another grab+go setup though. To have people and sets and I could come up with scripts, and record things then! Well that would be...
but this was with footage-snabbing.  An Electric Lines song.

Amp showed up in the mail. But it was either damaged or---just bad quality?? I don't know. It should have sounded crystal clear. No to that!
Oh well. Studio sound someday. In the next few months if I can pull that off, who knows. Lots and lots of sound-atmospheres of 'feelings' that would like to've be gotten at.
Just have the feeling in mind and construct it from that basis.
You find out what you are doing after it is completed, that way, most of the time.

Its been all these years and I just started even figuring to florp around with buffer settings and changing those things.
Audio interface, soon?  I think I can run an amp through an interface.
Or playing feathers and rulers against flower pots and dutch shoes.


2019: The year there is a faculty to move through the previous galactic uproars and upheavel and put wings onto the ways which  we face planetary and consciousness change-agents. 
I'm tired, it's 5am, that probably didn't come out too smooth, but you know what I mean.

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

Phantom Citizens

Phantom Citizen part two starts at https://youtu.be/jMK0oDUAw5k?t=4h18m9s on the video, so there, there it is, a big fat fancy quick-link to the second half of the song.
Look, I need a cozier chair.
These are some of the KEYBOARD files. But if I can have it how these things are planned, a lot of those keyboard critters are going to have layers of percussion and--- well, guitars and maybe some yalpin overtop.. here and there.  If I dig out the good movies again and hit a couple of laptops with maybe some professional grade welding tools, some nice background noise samples can be podged in just fine.

But  here, here's some more sound I am going to sprucify. Actually I'm going to get right to editing about the latter half of these Phantom Citizen sounds. 

Why mice cannot become anything other than non-men or Mighty Mouse

Another part of the guitar session from the previous post. It was actually 40 min, not twenty. So I sat the percussion layer overtop this. 
Going to call it "Mercy for [Summer Snakes]" for now
since the heat is getting humid out and I've been seeing lots of
those back-brain belly-draggers out in the heat. and I think they're in heat..
they're always intertwined with one another in hectic courting-positions..
wrapped like rope. Smutty spring and summer eloping rituals.

I don't know what to say about the tunes.. But I'll add more layers to this and some words
and try to express with as little filter possible what it is I want to say-- and turn some switch on to feel in a world which feels everly like a bubble-survey and test of the will.  That sounds like some serious guffing.

Summer snakes -- they don't speak much or at all, but when 'ye see them
either fear nothing or go jump into a pit.

I think I'm going to make a sandwich and push-off for a real-late night bike(cycle) ride and not hunch all stiff-necked at the computer desk here.
I know that is a yoga position, to stretch in the mongoose position with thumb on the home button or booty stammered against the cushion revolver-seat and neck in the jolsted joust poster but it is feeling really ferversome.
And try to make it to el worko on el timeo tomorrow...

Have edited a lot today. So bitter about blogging though! 
Look, blogging isn't what I do. The world wide web is
turning into a garbage heap any how. You can smell where they
separate the used socks from the pundit-sway.

'been too strict lately-- and polite... in Ny state. Dumb move.
Good, grab up some more cash and cruise outta that terrain.

I tipped my hat and walked around with my knees out.
And fought streetlight ghosts with some sort of flapjack scowel.
But the plants have been growing extraordinarily,for a good thing..
with more photo evidence of their sprouting into teens then adults,
but I don't blog, so who cares about that non-controversial shit!


Someone talked to me about ravens the other day. I walked with this person
a good ways up towards the bridge where you can see the Juniper tree up by the
hectic fence-jump.  The Ravens were cacklin and dry-mouthing. Loud. The crowes
were doing the same. She said a raven and owl were parta her totem. It's weird
that at the bottom base of totems these days there are rent spaces for Bed, Bath,
and Beyond storefront locators, and Applebees up near the top.
She was cool even though I ain't a millionaire.  Hustled my knees back to where I
started from as she went to the Juniper tree, splittin ways on the bridge path.
Passed by some jolly stoners
who had raven droppings on their shoulders. Two were skinny and one was fat like
a couple of pine trees and a moving mountain. They probably had dishes built up at home.
I had a crumbled cherry-pie snack in the luggage bag of my motor bike. Since I filled up on gas
before I left there wasn't any worry or shit about the gas stations being pretty much closed on the route back.

....update plan-et energy. Loosen up the back-brain binds.
you will walk hell seemingly alone,
all gone, it seems,
nothing normal really fulfilling
not wanting to force people
like people appear to force one another.


There are lifetimes of good movies
from the nineteen forties and fifties
where are we Going?
is it any wonder why

up to the skies, amazement,
we thought we could travel
into the stars
when did that end,
why did that end?

Cultures!
Where is your edge,
your productive anger,
your useful anger,
anger-of-love

Hit the heart-chord,
Hedonistic
I'll be your youth,
sure,
the savage child.
Look at me like this,
here, to walk the world.
Your world of commodity
is not my cup of Tea.
I love you all, but
your world of commodity
is not my cup of tea.


Process!
Children would dream
to become astronauts
and afford to imagine
whatevermore.

I do not fear for you
or sulk or cry for you:
we are tested
to live lives that are not
based on conning others.

Only, piss off helicopters
and ride on the backs of Brontosaurus
that is enough for me.
and to write
and if what I write
about escapee tampons
with blood-ushered legs
offends you
then every thing offends you
and if you are offended by
every-thing
I will still go about my way.

Because life is silly
thus the invention of the
Chinese Buffet
and three-person bicycle.
And life is an absurdist art-project
but sometimes I do not get thatand lose in to the tight rope
but should laugh as I hang
and laugh as I try to Mingle!

but who cares!
I like being Pan the most
and could say something
about these generational-transitions
of logic
and it is only viewpoint,
and I want to say, about that,
causation of population
and DNA-framework
about Life-Itself shifting us
into more responsible ;logics;
only by tricking us into thinking
that we are living "Cultures"
or being special as individuals
and other silly things.

& when the dark ages end!
there will be hardly much trace
of the plastic-people
but if we do not destroy
the creations from all of the Great ages
germinal-formations may build again
and remember
the power of consciousness
and the Selfless Heart
somewhere amidst
a bed and breakfast
and sandwich-mart totem.
So make, O Essence,
for me,
the Best Sandwich
and even bring me to
the Sandwich Islands
and at least let the culture-spiffies
hop up on fun, healthy drugs
so the music will be interesting again
for god's sake,
and not the brain-rotting zombitoid drugs
but that is none of my business really,
I guess,
but Greek and Sumerian and Kemetian
wonder-spirits
elate me, at least, and cause good wonder
about the way of the dance
that is this dance of life..
So I will stick around, for eff's sake
if not to play some piccolo
and cut my bare foot on sexy busted glass.

Oh! How poetically inspired!! Now go spit some sunflower seeds
at hunches of uber drivers.