monty python, spinal tap, pink floyd, viv stanshall, neil innes, eric idle, peter sellers, samuel beckett, jack kerouac, kurt vonnegut, and -- most of all -- former attorney general john ashcroft...
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bonzo dog band, firesign theatre, mutantes, capt. beefheart, hunter s. thompson, frank zappa, spinal tap..........essentially a bunch of crazy, ecstatic, money-burning, fire-leaping poets...
The Lucid Screaming Group is a collective of six writers and musicians who hail from California, Wisconsin, New Zealand and the Oort Belt. During the group's 1998-2003 heyday, all members were based in L.A., though they are now scattered across two continents. A few more recording sessions took place over the next few years with a smaller cast, but most efforts were devoted to organizing the band's vast store of recordings and releasing Lucid collections on CDs and at iTunes. Reunion tours are always possible, though inadvisable.
The group's songs, poetry, and sketches draw upon eclectic influences and send up Fundamentalism, Love & Romance, Internet Culture, UFO abductions, atonal alcoholic neighbors, Urban Frustrations, Gun-Totin' Americans, Sociopathic Corporations, and so much more!
Hi Lucid Screaming, Its been a while and we thought it was about time we updated you on what we've been up to. Our debut EP Little World is now available at our gigs and will soon be available from our myspace and facebook pages, you will also be able to download it from itunes, but we don't have a release date for this as yet. To celebrate the fact that we have now reached 25,000 plays on myspace, we are giving you a free MP3 of Rockabye Baby. All you have to do is send your email address to queen.elvis@yahoo.ie and we will send it to you. We have spent the last year rehearsing with a full band and are now ready to bring it on the road. You can get a look at us when we appear on Balcony TV this week with the full line up. We are currently taking bookings for gigs/concerts/festivals and can be contacted on the email above, or through our myspace and facebook pages. Thankyou for your continued support in what has been a great year for us! Best Wishes Caroline and Colin
Celine Dion was puzzled by the flood of gibberish that tasted of pure logic and yet sounded like silk fish. Not knowing what she bargained for, she plunged into a world of firing squads of angels, mystic eyes, and drunken girls, a place where Steelhead is a dude, where dogs were upside down and and you'll be probed (like me), a realm where "whang krang" was a sound. She never knew what she would find when They began to scream, upon the great Galactus stage (a singer’s worst bad dream). Who booked this far-out tandem gig, this double-bill from Hell? Who thought a chanteuse from Quebec would weather such a swell? Without a sense of humour, she was poorly armed for this. No agent briefed her for the fall: No fish… no Judas kiss. To newsmen, she reported it was her career’s great height, the pinnacle of her ‘voyage’, her moment in the light. The next day, though, I asked, “So, will you work again with them?” And she replied, “Those crazy men? Mon dieu! Never again!”
Please help Walter Koenig, "Chekov from Star Trek TOS", Get His Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame! Walter has been nominated for his star and waltersstar.com has raised the money to manufacture and install the star (Thanks!). All Walter needs now is the votes of the Walk of Fame Committee. Write to the Walk of Fame Committee a polite letter in your own words, why you think Walter should have a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame. These NEED to be letters from each individual fan in the fan's own words. Not copies, Not form letters, Not chain letters. Walk of Fame Committee c/o Hollywood Chamber of Commerce 7018 Hollywood Boulevard, 2nd Floor Hollywood, CA 90028
http://www.walterkoenigsite.com/waltersstar.html
This is my blog about me talking to Walter Koenig at TrekFest about his star: http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&friendId=113853884&blogId=498707666
Live long and prosper! FCAPT Gary Barclay Chief Security Officer USS Endeavour @ www.ussendeavour.net Starbase 06 CO @ sb06.starfleet-command.com Starfleet Command Q1 Deputy Chief Of Public Affairs @ www.starfleet-command.com www.starbaseindy.com
[childlike tone]: Barack is doing too much. Now, he's doing too little. Obama's doing too much. Now, he's not doing enough. Why did you have to vote him in? Why can't everything stay the same? I made only fifty million this year. It's not enough. It's never enough. I need a bailout. Give me a bailout. Otherwise, I'll keep whining like this: [childlike tone] Barack is doing too much. Now, he's doing too little... [Repeat this refrain for 4 years]
Keep screaming, brothers! Peace, love, and space-brotherhood, RE-VO
Hi man, Nice to know 'bout the song. (I only didn;t remeber what I wrote you about it, hahaaa).
If you want to hear more from my band, check into the Deafening space (look at my friends list, and click the first one), I started wrong with My Space, zo that I can put only one song at a time..grrr.
On FOX, the nation's enema bag, one Richard Cheney rants like bilious penguin on disgruntled pills. My childhood was wretched, he thinks... yours will be, too. Waaagh, waaagh, waaagh. Fear everything. Trust no one. Hate difference. I'll protect you. Show me the money. On FOX, empty-headed father-complex cretins give Cheney the time of day.
Live long and prosper! CAPT Gary Barclay Chief Security Officer USS Endeavour @ www.ussendeavour.net Starbase 06 CO @ sb06.starfleet-command.com Starfleet Command Q1 Deputy Chief Of Public Affairs @ www.starfleet-command.com
We are happy you got the encrypted message. We were not able to transmit the video. Your harmonic oscillations are completely satisfactory. We are glad the shamisen came back from repair, though we are not sure why you appear to have put steel strings on it.
You are now officially a Deserter. And as of yesterday, 1LT Ehren Watada is not.
Harmony is thus preserved in the universe. Please be sure to check the blogs and our photo galleries.
Why does Lucid Screaming haunt my dreams? Like incoherent psychobabble sputtered by TV therapists hawking books on Oprah (there's a copy underneath your seat). They taunt me with insanity, their jumbled prayers illogical, and longing for a sedative. Their strange imagery burbles like manna to my thirsty ears, completely rational while lacking reason. The anteaters will sleep well tonight.
