Life. And all it's wonderous experiences. Lots of music, lots of films, lots of books, lots of conversations. Lots of working on the flexibility required to suck one's self off. Lots and lots of stuffs.
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Music that makes you wanna discuss the credit crunch as it should be discussed, as a crunch.
For a truly comprehensive history, one must commence at the origin. To do otherwise would be tantamount to eating page after page of the Blackpool Citizen newspaper - just not giving you what you need at all. A waste of everybody's time and potentially, to the hardcore Shenite, a harsh blow to the eagerly expectant-for-ace-info guts.
So it begins on very special night in August 1982. We can't reveal the exact date and time as that would raise a few too many eyebrows for our liking and probably get us in a whole world of excro. But on one of these warm summer nights, a certain couple got their thing doing, got what us westerners call f@*&% (fucky), and set about a chain of events that have permanently changed the musical landscape of Poulton/Bispham for what must surely be ever.
The thing is, what is medically supposed to happen, didn't. For some unknown reason things went macarbe. Instead of the usual, (sperm are programmed to flagellate their wee tails off til one of them manages to score) the sperm decided to do things a little differently. They somehow organised a collective inteligence and pulled off a master stroke.
You see, contained within the bust existed a very strange sperm indeed. A sperm visually and profoundly genetically distinct from all the others. A sperm with...lord no...no, its true....a tiny cow-fringe. This sperm was detected by the others as being a novelty and more importantly, a ticket to a bloody good laugh in their short life.
Like some horrific inverted ranch, the millions-strong normal sperm cowboys rounded this bizarre specimen up and ushered it in a very ominous direction. Naturally, the unfortunate thing had a poor grasp of spatial awareness. Endlessly it strayed off and required frequent correction. The Normals were disciplined and harsh masters though and before long they had got the thing to The Goal. The Goal was however completely aware of what was goin' doon. Not that that had any consequence of course - what can an egg do, really?! All that it could do is watch in horror as 'Lesbian' (roughly translating as 'Mashed-up Cow Strangeness') was brought forward by a set of butch (all normal sperm are skinheads) looking Normals and presented to the Goal with sickening relish. The Goal was left without any doubt as to the harsh reality of what was to become of the situation and what would become of the subsequent fusion. If an egg could piss itssen with fear, this one would have wet itself a disgusting amount. And so it occured.
What followed next was the gestation of one of the most hideous foetuses man or beast could ever conceive. The fringe developed first, then the likeness to M.Wahlberg, then the building abilities. Then 'the communication' commenced.
The communication comprised of a mystical call to 3 yet to be busted-out Normals. Those Normals knew their destiny and thus had an advantage over the others, smashing through the surprisingly brittle wall of their designated Goal with ease, settling in and creating beautiful, fully human babies. First up was Riss (Jwoe). Then it were time for Pikail. Finally came Byron.
The shit in-between then and now is not worth mentioning as it is as you would expect. Come see us refract light, live, sometime soon, and you will be fully caught-up on everything that you need to know about us. For the moment that is.....
You guys were amazing last night!! We were thoroughly impressed and really enjoyed your performance!! Hope we get to play with you you guys again soon! SOCW
well of course it goes without sayin that with oiut rythm it cannot be music an i love your rythms an that.....toe tappin...all that good jazz....hope thats a bone enough dude! yea i hope it goes well on thurs too.....keep forgettin about it....how rude! hopefully ill catch ya there man!
xvx
cheers for the add guys an the kind words....it of course goes without sayin that i love your stuff...nice to hear some belting vocals...hopefully ill see ya around the scene soon...xvx
Yeah, talked to Lee a couple of times. How's that going for you? Sucks about Lee's gramps.
I'm coming up on 2 weeks left. Going on a road trip back to Colorado with Jon via Vegas and the Grand Canyon which I'm looking forward to. Not sure when though - the day keeps getting put back.
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31st july...lubido / velocity / fran houghton
aug 1st.... sedated(ramones covers) / sick56 / billy club 9pm
aug 2nd.....reproting emily/trapped nerve/hermit
pre rebellion show...wed aug 6th litterbug/tartan scars/harijan/jps/revenge fo the psychotronic man.....9pm
rebellion aftrshows....west coast rock cafe 10-3am aug 7th....pink hearse / gutterball / dropout wives aug 8th...gundogs /senton bombs / the scabs. aug9th....ufx/csod/paul carter
at BEAT NITECLUB......10-3am aug10th...peter simple / sedated /erase today
aug 14th,,,,darius fontaine / gatr /blackhead...9pm
aug 15th...misery of sound
WEST COAST aug 16th....2nd hand news/magdelenas/hind d
aug21st...revenge (senton boms/same mistakes/csod / hind d.........9pm
Intravenous in furs Makers of venice (ex Limousine) Shen Devil 2 Pay dumb.found.dead (ex KrauL)
plus we have a little band called The Awesomeness doing the dj-ing before after and in between.
these worry wreckers will be dazzling the dance floor of Beat on Corporation Street in Blackpool dans le nord west del angleterre on Friday the 8th of August tu thousand and ate.
Intravenous in furs Makers of venice (ex Limousine) Shen Devil 2 Pay dumb.found.dead (ex KrauL)
plus we have a little band called The Awesomeness doing the dj-ing before after and in between.
these worry wreckers will be dazzling the dance floor of Beat on Corporation Street in Blackpool dans le nord west del angleterre on Friday the 8th of August tu thousand and ate.