P. Andrew Willis and Mike French with the illuminated handiwork of Tim Ruth, Steve Good, Dan Willems, Heather Floyd and Norman Minogue as well as the essential and alphabetically enlisted sevices of Tony Bailey, Donovan Burton, Joee Conroy, Todd Cook, Kevin Coultas, John Daniels, Wendy Gilbert, Jason Hayden, Todd Hildreth, Tony Hoyle, Paul Oldham, Gary Pahler, Russ Pollard, David Sauter, Sonny Stephens, Lowe Sutherland, Peter Townsend, Denny Whalen and Ken Winokur
...a consumptive Romanian army band; a glass sewing machine operated by drunken birds; two cartoon chipmunks eviscerating a cupcake to the delight of a prismatic obelisk; a preposterous fog of leeches (see bio)...
Its sound has been frequently likened to a preposterous fog of leeches by specialists in localized aberrations of the vibrating air. Some later complained of bedevilment under the survey of sinister frisbees. Shadowed at every corner by bureau specters fingering their directional microphones, erecting fearsome radial arrays to poison the stars, while we fashion neon musics to soothe the horror of those inadvertently sealed within the hulls of seafaring vessels. One drink to the pearly foam and to Davy Jones your bones, where terrible coils trawl the ink 'neath snowy disphotic zones. Are you receiving? The name Crappy Nightmareville was originally suggested as a corrective in the misnomeric case of the twilit Lake Dreamland, a former 1950s summer resort for stirred-up Louisvillians. An early regional venue for the rock 'n' roll music, the lakeside Club El Rancho was overrun in the 60s by a network of leathered motorbike enthusiasts and burned. During the 1970s, occasional sightings of epigrammatic grafitti in the manner of "Lake Dreamland–A Suitable Place To Sink The Corpse" seemed indicative of the local tone. The truth is, this brief history is unlikely ever to molest the eye of any Lake Dreamland citizen as those found out harboring a cipherin' crate are hanged for intractable occult leanings. Crappy Nightmareville's initial manifestation occurred in October of '93 under the observation of its current curators, P. Andrew Willis and Mike French, in a vacant fur storage vault beneath 3rd Street at Oak in Old Louisville. It was here that defective tape shielding resulted in the leaking of incantatory phonemes from a report filed by HRH, culminating in the activation of the first sleeping mind-reel. We sealed this tape inside a rotten coconut and tossed it in the river. If you find this coconut, do not open it. It has been inscribed with a curse. In case no one has ever told you, you should not go around opening coconuts with writing on them as most folks are not in the habit of putting good news on a coconut.
Thanks for the add and the comment! Glad you liked the carousel.. I grew up with 5 of them in the vicinity of where I was originally born and raised. You would love them. They are still running and I have just gone back in recent weeks to film them. :)
The phenomenon is tunable in that
the characteristic sounds and
intensities of those sounds depend
on the characteristics of the RF
energy as delivered... Because the
frequency of the sound heard is
dependent on the pulse
characteristics of the RF
energy, it seems possible that
this technology could be developed
to the point where words could be
transmitted to be heard like the
spoken word, except that it could
only be heard within a person..s
head. In one experiment,
communication of the words from
one to ten using ..speech
modulated.. microwave energy was
successfully demonstrated.
Microphones next to the person
experiencing the voice could
not pick up these sounds
Why does Nautilus make me think of candy canes and gingerbread and elves? why? tell me please, I mean I like candy canes, gingerbread and an occasional elf on toast but....
haha well I am flattered. I actually do make books of my artwork but I have to print them up to order. I just ordered your 7 inch from tomentosa records
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