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...
Sounds Like
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!
[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.
"Aaaahhhh," he said, and "Aaaahhhh" again. It's Lucid Screaming, don't you see? A tribute to a groovy scene where words are grown like fruits on trees. A world where poets speak their minds and "click" to say they've dug the rhymes. A place where dudes can say they don't like that the Man has tapped their phones or sent an army to some place where oil trumps the human race. They speak in tongues, with words surreal, of drunken dogs who cannot feel and sex in cars and elephants just like my head (just like a man). Although bizarre, their naked rhymes make sense to me, although I find myself disordered, out of time... when I am done, I have no mind. Yet, all is well, and all is fine. All is well, and all is fine. Lucid, screaming, all is fine.
Have an upside-down Laudanum-induced weekend, my friends. Peace, love, and brotherhood, RE-VO
You make me want to get up on a soapbox in St. James park, and rant like a preacher on leftover communion wine. You make me want to hang out in some after- hours speakeasy, listening to McGowan and Osgood blasting every sonuvabitch who f%$cked up America. Fingers... click... click.
Hey, Lucid Screaming, I understand that we are on the same bill, at the Galactus gig in August. Do you have any laudanum or ayahuasca people near Bishop? Thanks, dude. Manny, the drummer
