I dedicate in order to target
Universalizing awareness.
I seal the input of flowering
With the crystal tone of cooperation.
I am guided by the power of intelligence
I am a galactic activation portal ... enter me.
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Insert the inviolable disc, neophyte, and press play. Now close your eyes and visualize the one true Douglas Ferguson. Mark that he placidly maintains the full lotus, unwavering beneath the wild ragged locks of an ascetic, and sporting some very hip boots. He floats effortlessly atop the glassy surface of a deep singing flow of quicksilver drone wider than big muddy, churning and roiling just as darkly beneath. Notice no clouding of his brow as the flow quickens upon entering a narrow, twisting gorge. Now hear the ghosts of laughing melodies reverberating between rock faces over the raging river. No fear, your pulse will resume as Douglas pilots the mercury surge through a gently widening delta, spreading across the endless mirrored plane of a polished ocean, under the pale light of a rising moon.
Now peel back the curtain of this visual device and look beyond. Ignore the odor of burnt flux and overheated vacuum tubes in the cramped space lit by flickering LEDs emitting in all corners of the visual spectrum. Focus on Douglas Ferguson at the center of a heavy table draped in dark velvet and richly appointed with analog devices of confounding size and shape, connected by a throbbing nest of tangled cable. Notice the predominance of homemade, bent, and tweaked circuits; rheostats labeled with alchemical symbols, and switches carved from bone. Douglas sits immobile before this tangled mass, surrounded by banks of vintage outboard piled man-high, glowing warmly and giving off a dry heat. Note a single vein over his temple pulsing in complex counterpoint to the dancing indicator bulbs. Trace seven thin, uninsulated leads through the tangle draped over his arms, around his neck, and into that mass of hair, intersecting the scalp at seven cardinal points of cranial fissure. Mark the dried blood and angry pink swelling at each insertion point. This was not a sanctioned operation.
Now forgo these visual props. Increase the playback volume, bathe in the caressing sound, and meld with it as you divide your focus sevenfold to drop through each golden strand, seeking the source. Through dura and forebrain, terminating limbic, pineal, and reptilian. Feel out the resonant frequencies of subsynaptic quantum tunnels, inducing morphic concurrance in the delocalized carbon rings of dancing neurotransmitters. Penetrate the buzzing electron clouds of these ecstatic messengers and attune your awareness while drinking in the stillness of the intraatomic void.
You now stand at the threshold. How far will you follow?
Event: Crushes [8PM]. Bright Duplex. Douglas Ferguson. Gayle Gold Tue 2.3 @ SVT in ATX Tagline: "Which is more musical: a truck passing by a factory or a truck passing by a music school?" ~ Screamin' John Cage Host: Chruch of the Friendly Ghost Type: Music/Arts [Concert] Network: Global Start Time: Tuesday, February 3, 2009 @ 8PM End Time: Wednesday, February 4, 2009 @ 12AM Location: Salvage Vanguard Theater Street: 2803 Manor Road City: Austin Cost: $5 Drink: BYOB
