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<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< Ophire State Marching Band. Pygmy chants. Wicker Man song - Gently Johnny. Recently, Crimson and Clover. Dog-faced Hermans forever and ever. Just about anything with xylophones, bells or gongs My feral cat (r.i.p. the beloved Kasper Mauser). My other feral cat. Ilhan Mimaroglu's electronic works. Bruce Lee. P.K. Dick. Morricone's super gay spaghetti western compositions and all his other works too. Alice Coltrane - and of course J.C. (Trane, not Jesus). Not God. Not the fucking flag. Definitely not holiday songs in department stores. Not Psycho-babble, but also not Scientologists. Not you. Maybe you! Definitely Zeke Sheck for her fantastic compositions, Wadada Leo Smith for his. Wadada Leo Smith one more time. Bill Dixon. Lesli Dalaba. Axel Dorner. Mazen Kerbaj. Birgit Uhler. Nate Wooley. Trumpets trumpets trumpets. Doris Lessing. Fassbinder. Om Calthoum. Helen Keller. Joseph Beuys. Muhammed Ali. Herzog. Locals Hans Grusel, Anti-ear, Bran..pos....many many others. My grandma. Samuel Beckett. Richard Pryor. Penderecki. Ligeti (r.i.p.), Joan of Arc. Porest, Kabar and Elmer. El Mir. El Cid. Elevators. Escalators. Music with hocketing. Lady Mondegreen phenomenon. Phonemes, pheromones. Music still uncodified. Music uncodifiable. Things untenable, things untameable. Living. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The person who gave me my first hatchet. The person who gave me my first trumpet.
Olde skozey fetisch performance newly posted @ YouTube. It was the first ever Noise Pancakes at Pubis Noir. There were three audience members in attendance.