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Liber8.20.00
Liber820 is art project that consist of few artist that made music, write, draw. You also can check for other of their publications. Hope you'll enjoy it.
Here's one visual writing book
Here's one visual writing book
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Tramadol
I was in some town, working. And my fellas seems to show me some new stuff they found. My lotta first time happened.
So, I've been smoking pot for some two-tree years, but sporadically, and almost all the times I get those bad trips and paranoia and stuff. Because of that, I decided to turn onto something more enjoying for my recreational spirituality. I'm an artist. I used to draw, and write and stuff, so weed helped me in inspiration, creativity, but in that time, i needed something that will keep me steady, constantly in force (in lethargic way, because drawing for 8-18 hours, isn't that funny)... And it turn to found those pills, blue and white, named Tramadol.
At first, my friend Birdie comes. He got some 20 pills, unpacked, and repacked in small nylon bag. And he offers me 6 of them. Honestly, i was afraid. I had heard of ecstasy, trips, and stuff, and swallowing 6 pills somehow breaks my conceptions. He was such an adorable person, and persuaded me to swallow them. Once I took them, I was on alarm to go and throwing myself up if something starts to happens unusual.
While thinking of that, i started to ask about "How does it took you, what did you feel", and in his smiley manner, he made me aware to wait for "walking on eggs - feeling"....which i receive about 15 minutes after taking them.
That first time was no vomiting, no bad body responses, nothing. So it's better to start agitate and advocate the Tramadol ways.
Now, I was trying not to enter the details, but here they are. I was working as an officer in army, and Birdie was one of the soldiers, and there were us, bunch of knuckleheads, just beating the fun of the life. I used to live in a rented apartment, I was miles and miles from home, but the pharm-shop was next street to mine, and gosh, the pack of 20 pills coast as much as one pack of cigarettes. They were illegally selling tons of it. No prescription or shit. And we used to buy tons, and having amazing party times in my place, also smoking meadows green, sniffing, tripping, drinking, even needling us. It was times of fun, and no one turn into junkie, or get some abusing problems. So bugg off bout that!
And after first Tramadol take, I feel like found a muse, a love from a previous life, something i was missing so much, something that was lacking so bad into my existence.
I started taking them when I was night shift, and day shift, times when you must be awake and ready, times when you're boring, times when you wanna take a rest and just listen to some music...in othr words - every day. As i go buy myself tobacco, i buy it across the street.
Pink:
- Mind is clear (not affected by them....not even slight difference of awareness).
- Because it's painkiller, all dirty little parts that made life so dull and qotidiene, are gone. No cold. No hunger. No stupid pain in tip of the bitten nail finger... None.
- My senses gets brighter. I feel my ears like a newborn. Listening parts of music that I never noticed. I'm able to seet on table and draw for ages, or as much the dose works.
- I can read for hours, without my arm starting to hurd, while holding the book, no pain in my back while I'm laying and reading... Reading the line once, and instantly get into the subject. I recommend T to some students, to help them easy to read their school books. Part of them vomit it, i suppose afraid by their subjective conservative views on DRUGS. Others joined the club.
- It gives that rush. It starts with tip of the head, then it lowers to ears, eyebrows, nose scratching, neck, nipples, around breast, the under arm, and as timeline goes (we used to joke about it), after you rip half of your skin scratching - it comes to hyper enjoyable crotch itching. If you resist it - Orgasm. If you cant resist - higher orgasm.
- With Tramadol, i guess the plastic pills, it comes the scratch. As soon I found totally safe and accepting to use it, i probably swallowed a Kinder Toy amount of plastic every day. My dose ups little higher, not because of tolerance, just cuz my 240lbs feels they need some more. And i take ordinary 10 pills (half pack) , so i got half of them for later afternoon, and to awake me in mood. Almost like cigarettes. And I didn't keep to a model of consuming. There was days of taking them 3 times, and some days I feel like - I'm not going on them today, I'm too lazy, or drunk.
- Some fellas had problems with stomach, so they took them off the plastic shell, and rolled them into peace of napkin, or weed paper. Most of the time, combine them with coffee, or caffeine pills, or Pepsi (it has more Coff then Cocke). Off topic - black cofee + Pepsy (mixed) = taste and smell of weed (at least i exprience iT that way)
- There is some feel like inside flushes of warmth and blur, and they transcribe them self into skin rushes, like ants crawling all over you. And it's....sexy!
- When I lay on bed, and close my eyes, it produce a levitating feel, like floating or something. Somehow similar or same to view shift.
- It helps keep you going awake off hours, if you want to. But in general it's some melancholic in a positive way being calm with yourself and the world.
- It makes me talking. Makes me feel slightly above the null, not depressing, and makes the sky pink colored. My polemics with people take steady English manner of politeness and joyfulness.
- Meaningless walking became so enjoying and fun.
- It's like, switching of something in my spine. As no minor pains I'm unable to receive, smoking gets on. I menage to inhale 140 cigarettes at day, and I'm not proud.
- Combined with alcohol, it gets you drunk double faster. So you might reset your drinking habits, and don't let him knock it off, and off-course, save some money on clubbing.
On the prescription write: You should not take more then 500mg. Which I found it's good dose to take you high. And also said it lower the calcium in bones, so we were teasing Birdie cuz he got bad teeth.
I use it almost whole year, and I get off it, easy as I start. Only problem I get, diarrhea for a day, but it was winter, man!
Some people claims that they get tolerance to it, or describing some not so good handling with... I donno. There was 3 types of Tramadol they sell here. That one I use was gorgeous. I took few times some yellow pills of it. Gets me some head hangover. So I didn't buy them again.
And I mentioned as i start writing this, it happens for a 3-4 times I went the dose of a pack for a day, not only counting the whole day...here it is.
One day, it was Saturday, Sunday, some Week-end, and Birdie come. He went to the pharm, trying to buy a pack. There was no one inside. He took 2 packs, and left the money. At leaving the place, he just got light in his head, and went back, took all of the packs on the shelter, and keep his money. (No security cameras back in 2004). And he come. He already took 13 pills, and give me the rest 7 while he was unpacking the other. Now, he took another two, to be 15, and as he believed, a lucky number, and gave me another strike with 12 on it, and another pack. And he had some full small bag of them. So i pay for another 2 packs beside those "free".
And I'm like....I'm going on a feast. And swallowing one by one. Counting... I get to 20. Full number. If he took so much, and he was like some hummingbird, so we called him Birdie, I can take it more. In a moment I think, there was few left in the tray. So I found 4 more. And ate them also. They are perfectly good, sometimes, keeping them in pockets can cause to open, or to plastic case to brak and spill the powder. But i count this like "old".
My friend goes away, I stay alone.
After usual half hour, I'm starting to feel very buzzed. Talking about psychotropics, mind has some limit, after which, taking of some large dose causes fade outs, out mind control...seizures.
Now, I'm reaching the dose that I know very well it can be lethal. I'm starting to remember the junkies in town, and trying to found how much they took and gets OD. The feel at least doesn't goes exponential, and somehow, beside little nausea I'm starting to have, I menage to found weed paranoid feel, which I get every time I found in not well known situation.
I lay on the sofa. Closing my eyes, trying to calm, trying to reach to the stable enjoying level I'm used to experienced. OK...It start elevate me. Mh...levitation...THEN, bum! It trow me up the walls, afraid, i open my eyes, the world's shifting so much that I panic!
I get up, run outside, walking fast, walking at least 3 miles round town, till I found Birdie.
He is in some state similar to mine, but as he saw me, it's visible, he feels better. I feel better indeed, not recognizing that walk and cool air little bit refreshed me.
I'm telling him about my off-ride, he talks about his, in that pink Tramadol way. We drink coffee and Pepsi again. It helps get rid faster of the effects.
I said - Birdie, know what kind of eyes you got now? Eh? Like a chioppe swift, damn it!
After that, I get two times pass the 15 dose, both of them using liquid Tramadol, and missing to dose my slug. But they passed away pretty nice, once knowing your capabilities. So, the rule for anything is - Learn it, use it, know how to menage bad, and how to menage good. I took some precious hours of creation or working with Tramadol, but that should not be your measure. You must set your values alone, and try not to be just a statistic number, and bad example of "recreational use of drugs".
So, I've been smoking pot for some two-tree years, but sporadically, and almost all the times I get those bad trips and paranoia and stuff. Because of that, I decided to turn onto something more enjoying for my recreational spirituality. I'm an artist. I used to draw, and write and stuff, so weed helped me in inspiration, creativity, but in that time, i needed something that will keep me steady, constantly in force (in lethargic way, because drawing for 8-18 hours, isn't that funny)... And it turn to found those pills, blue and white, named Tramadol.
At first, my friend Birdie comes. He got some 20 pills, unpacked, and repacked in small nylon bag. And he offers me 6 of them. Honestly, i was afraid. I had heard of ecstasy, trips, and stuff, and swallowing 6 pills somehow breaks my conceptions. He was such an adorable person, and persuaded me to swallow them. Once I took them, I was on alarm to go and throwing myself up if something starts to happens unusual.
While thinking of that, i started to ask about "How does it took you, what did you feel", and in his smiley manner, he made me aware to wait for "walking on eggs - feeling"....which i receive about 15 minutes after taking them.
That first time was no vomiting, no bad body responses, nothing. So it's better to start agitate and advocate the Tramadol ways.
Now, I was trying not to enter the details, but here they are. I was working as an officer in army, and Birdie was one of the soldiers, and there were us, bunch of knuckleheads, just beating the fun of the life. I used to live in a rented apartment, I was miles and miles from home, but the pharm-shop was next street to mine, and gosh, the pack of 20 pills coast as much as one pack of cigarettes. They were illegally selling tons of it. No prescription or shit. And we used to buy tons, and having amazing party times in my place, also smoking meadows green, sniffing, tripping, drinking, even needling us. It was times of fun, and no one turn into junkie, or get some abusing problems. So bugg off bout that!
And after first Tramadol take, I feel like found a muse, a love from a previous life, something i was missing so much, something that was lacking so bad into my existence.
I started taking them when I was night shift, and day shift, times when you must be awake and ready, times when you're boring, times when you wanna take a rest and just listen to some music...in othr words - every day. As i go buy myself tobacco, i buy it across the street.
Pink:
- Mind is clear (not affected by them....not even slight difference of awareness).
- Because it's painkiller, all dirty little parts that made life so dull and qotidiene, are gone. No cold. No hunger. No stupid pain in tip of the bitten nail finger... None.
- My senses gets brighter. I feel my ears like a newborn. Listening parts of music that I never noticed. I'm able to seet on table and draw for ages, or as much the dose works.
- I can read for hours, without my arm starting to hurd, while holding the book, no pain in my back while I'm laying and reading... Reading the line once, and instantly get into the subject. I recommend T to some students, to help them easy to read their school books. Part of them vomit it, i suppose afraid by their subjective conservative views on DRUGS. Others joined the club.
- It gives that rush. It starts with tip of the head, then it lowers to ears, eyebrows, nose scratching, neck, nipples, around breast, the under arm, and as timeline goes (we used to joke about it), after you rip half of your skin scratching - it comes to hyper enjoyable crotch itching. If you resist it - Orgasm. If you cant resist - higher orgasm.
- With Tramadol, i guess the plastic pills, it comes the scratch. As soon I found totally safe and accepting to use it, i probably swallowed a Kinder Toy amount of plastic every day. My dose ups little higher, not because of tolerance, just cuz my 240lbs feels they need some more. And i take ordinary 10 pills (half pack) , so i got half of them for later afternoon, and to awake me in mood. Almost like cigarettes. And I didn't keep to a model of consuming. There was days of taking them 3 times, and some days I feel like - I'm not going on them today, I'm too lazy, or drunk.
- Some fellas had problems with stomach, so they took them off the plastic shell, and rolled them into peace of napkin, or weed paper. Most of the time, combine them with coffee, or caffeine pills, or Pepsi (it has more Coff then Cocke). Off topic - black cofee + Pepsy (mixed) = taste and smell of weed (at least i exprience iT that way)
- There is some feel like inside flushes of warmth and blur, and they transcribe them self into skin rushes, like ants crawling all over you. And it's....sexy!
- When I lay on bed, and close my eyes, it produce a levitating feel, like floating or something. Somehow similar or same to view shift.
- It helps keep you going awake off hours, if you want to. But in general it's some melancholic in a positive way being calm with yourself and the world.
- It makes me talking. Makes me feel slightly above the null, not depressing, and makes the sky pink colored. My polemics with people take steady English manner of politeness and joyfulness.
- Meaningless walking became so enjoying and fun.
- It's like, switching of something in my spine. As no minor pains I'm unable to receive, smoking gets on. I menage to inhale 140 cigarettes at day, and I'm not proud.
- Combined with alcohol, it gets you drunk double faster. So you might reset your drinking habits, and don't let him knock it off, and off-course, save some money on clubbing.
On the prescription write: You should not take more then 500mg. Which I found it's good dose to take you high. And also said it lower the calcium in bones, so we were teasing Birdie cuz he got bad teeth.
I use it almost whole year, and I get off it, easy as I start. Only problem I get, diarrhea for a day, but it was winter, man!
Some people claims that they get tolerance to it, or describing some not so good handling with... I donno. There was 3 types of Tramadol they sell here. That one I use was gorgeous. I took few times some yellow pills of it. Gets me some head hangover. So I didn't buy them again.
And I mentioned as i start writing this, it happens for a 3-4 times I went the dose of a pack for a day, not only counting the whole day...here it is.
One day, it was Saturday, Sunday, some Week-end, and Birdie come. He went to the pharm, trying to buy a pack. There was no one inside. He took 2 packs, and left the money. At leaving the place, he just got light in his head, and went back, took all of the packs on the shelter, and keep his money. (No security cameras back in 2004). And he come. He already took 13 pills, and give me the rest 7 while he was unpacking the other. Now, he took another two, to be 15, and as he believed, a lucky number, and gave me another strike with 12 on it, and another pack. And he had some full small bag of them. So i pay for another 2 packs beside those "free".
And I'm like....I'm going on a feast. And swallowing one by one. Counting... I get to 20. Full number. If he took so much, and he was like some hummingbird, so we called him Birdie, I can take it more. In a moment I think, there was few left in the tray. So I found 4 more. And ate them also. They are perfectly good, sometimes, keeping them in pockets can cause to open, or to plastic case to brak and spill the powder. But i count this like "old".
My friend goes away, I stay alone.
After usual half hour, I'm starting to feel very buzzed. Talking about psychotropics, mind has some limit, after which, taking of some large dose causes fade outs, out mind control...seizures.
Now, I'm reaching the dose that I know very well it can be lethal. I'm starting to remember the junkies in town, and trying to found how much they took and gets OD. The feel at least doesn't goes exponential, and somehow, beside little nausea I'm starting to have, I menage to found weed paranoid feel, which I get every time I found in not well known situation.
I lay on the sofa. Closing my eyes, trying to calm, trying to reach to the stable enjoying level I'm used to experienced. OK...It start elevate me. Mh...levitation...THEN, bum! It trow me up the walls, afraid, i open my eyes, the world's shifting so much that I panic!
I get up, run outside, walking fast, walking at least 3 miles round town, till I found Birdie.
He is in some state similar to mine, but as he saw me, it's visible, he feels better. I feel better indeed, not recognizing that walk and cool air little bit refreshed me.
I'm telling him about my off-ride, he talks about his, in that pink Tramadol way. We drink coffee and Pepsi again. It helps get rid faster of the effects.
I said - Birdie, know what kind of eyes you got now? Eh? Like a chioppe swift, damn it!
After that, I get two times pass the 15 dose, both of them using liquid Tramadol, and missing to dose my slug. But they passed away pretty nice, once knowing your capabilities. So, the rule for anything is - Learn it, use it, know how to menage bad, and how to menage good. I took some precious hours of creation or working with Tramadol, but that should not be your measure. You must set your values alone, and try not to be just a statistic number, and bad example of "recreational use of drugs".
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Bitch
jail_wc___1st_day_by_algbra
I can draw Jesus face on tip of a needle, and the whole Last Supper onto needle eye. But your stupidity, that needs more paper then the Bible.
Details: I love to stuck your nose close to my drawings, especially when there’s dick around… Smell that, bitch… Macrolepiota Procera, suppose to smells like hazelnut, but it don’t, it smells like DICK indeed. And my drawings smells like ink!
Close your eyes. Every artist can imagine, visualize anything in there. It’s shape, the shades, every detail. But you, bitch, when you close your eyes, you just imagining, not visualizing, a larger dick, and prettiest dumb-ass, and some retarded porno look like donkey, who, same like you, didn’t know English, and cannot read more then 3 short words in the subtitles, and cannot follow more then one simple sentence, that can include just simple verb like do, do not, eat, shit, fuck.
Taking advantage of the pen, ink ending, 0,05mmlines, hot fingertips holding end of the feather pipe, micro shading, fractal noise… Color palette – mol (minor), darken and sore.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Homotherapy
You must offset the points of your environment, the real life, the society values, and set them to the anchors of the imaginarum life, while creating Art, that’s more profound than life itself.
Pygmalion was a sculptor who fell in love with a statue he had carved.. He carved a woman out of ivory. He was no interested in other women, because, they were dirt.
In time, Aphrodite's festival day came, and Pygmalion made offerings at the altar of Venus. There he quietly wished that his ivory sculpture would be changed to a real woman. When he returned home, he kissed his ivory statue and found that its lips felt warm. He kissed it again and touched her breasts with his hand and found that the ivory lost its hardness. Venus had granted Pygmalion's wish.
He called her Galatea, Elise, even Pinocchio.
Now… Adobe After FX, and 3D max Studio, and creating a digital puppet, and animating hentai, does they do the same? No. If you wanna call your project puppet Pinocchio, that’s lolicon, roricon, indeed.
I may assume, now you want to ask me: Are you the Satan….and I must said, yes, but please, call me Toby.
I draw my dicks in need of effeminizing my chauvinistic side. Or, to be more correct, as a intention of my egocentric selfishness, I create God out of my dick. A muse out of my flesh. Not because women are dirt, because – they do not know how to fuck anymore. I guess I’m too ugly and smart .
And…here is the hints (I’m really stoned by myself):
Look all the details. Rook – short, fat. Pawn – non erected falus. Bishop – tall, potent, and sweet (that’s why heart). Inside the sink pipe, pubic hair is stuck.
Сум забораил да ви кажам, кога човек има голем КУР, и кога човек сере, му се валка мандалото низ гомништата во Ве Це школката. Ништо симболично, буквално ви велам. Од искуство.
Pygmalion was a sculptor who fell in love with a statue he had carved.. He carved a woman out of ivory. He was no interested in other women, because, they were dirt.
In time, Aphrodite's festival day came, and Pygmalion made offerings at the altar of Venus. There he quietly wished that his ivory sculpture would be changed to a real woman. When he returned home, he kissed his ivory statue and found that its lips felt warm. He kissed it again and touched her breasts with his hand and found that the ivory lost its hardness. Venus had granted Pygmalion's wish.
He called her Galatea, Elise, even Pinocchio.
Now… Adobe After FX, and 3D max Studio, and creating a digital puppet, and animating hentai, does they do the same? No. If you wanna call your project puppet Pinocchio, that’s lolicon, roricon, indeed.
I may assume, now you want to ask me: Are you the Satan….and I must said, yes, but please, call me Toby.
I draw my dicks in need of effeminizing my chauvinistic side. Or, to be more correct, as a intention of my egocentric selfishness, I create God out of my dick. A muse out of my flesh. Not because women are dirt, because – they do not know how to fuck anymore. I guess I’m too ugly and smart .
And…here is the hints (I’m really stoned by myself):
Look all the details. Rook – short, fat. Pawn – non erected falus. Bishop – tall, potent, and sweet (that’s why heart). Inside the sink pipe, pubic hair is stuck.
Сум забораил да ви кажам, кога човек има голем КУР, и кога човек сере, му се валка мандалото низ гомништата во Ве Це школката. Ништо симболично, буквално ви велам. Од искуство.
Да не ве учам...десен клик, па отвори ја сликата, сними, зумирај.
Во Велес има Салон за стрип, информирајте се, посетете го. Кој може и кој сака.
Жири комисијата за доделување на награди за овогодинешниот Меѓународен стрип конкурс, како дел од традиционалниот Интернационален салон на стрип „ВЕЛЕС 2011‘‘, ги прогласи овогодинешните лауреати.
За најдобар е прогласен стрипот на Иван Коритарев од Бугарија, пред Стеван Шубиќ од Србија и Хулиан Роча од Аргентина.
Стрип центарот на Македонија со седиште во Велес им додели и специјални награди на Јелена Ѓурѓевиќ-Максимовиќ од Србија, Мирела Менциаси од Италија и на Дарко Богданов и Беатрис Петровска од Македонија.
Извршниот директор и основач на Македонскиот стрип центар Ване Трајков е задоволен од одѕивот на пријавени стрип автори како од странство, така и од Македонија.
- Токму оваа асоцијација од поодамна го започна процесот на давање шанса на македонските таленти, нивно запознавање со странската стрип сцена и фестивали од каде не изостанува и некоја награда - изјави Трајков.
Македонскиот стрип центар-Велес деновиве го издаде и 13 број на списанието „СТРИП КРЕАТОР‘‘.
- Во него освен наградените стрипови од меѓународните конкурси за стрип заслужено место добиваат и македонски автори со што се популаризира и македонската стрип сцена - потенцира Трајков.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Serial Dicks
Here they are:
Comic: Sexual entertainment for 5 denars
Woodstock – Цвеќе шо у руки расне
UFO Natural Glue – U Fuck Others
Medusa Dick
Свршавање
Призон Дики
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
John Zorn Plays His Favourite Records
One hour of most avantgardish and kinkiest music broadcast!
The tracklisting is Mauricio Kagel, Napalm Death, James Blood Ulmer, Hasil Adkins, Juan Garcia Esquivel, Roland Kirk, Jazz Composer’s Orchestra, Husker Du, Die Kreuzen, Naked City, Indian Karnatic Jazz (directed by T.K. Ramamurthi), Funkadelic, Beach Boys, Ennio Morricone, John Zorn, Lenny Tristano...
The tracklisting is Mauricio Kagel, Napalm Death, James Blood Ulmer, Hasil Adkins, Juan Garcia Esquivel, Roland Kirk, Jazz Composer’s Orchestra, Husker Du, Die Kreuzen, Naked City, Indian Karnatic Jazz (directed by T.K. Ramamurthi), Funkadelic, Beach Boys, Ennio Morricone, John Zorn, Lenny Tristano...
It is indeed very interesting to see and hear who influenced your favourite artists.
As for the show itself, that seems pretty much to be the playlist. I am hearing it also now. Pharaoh Sanders is stated as an influence although the only track featuring him on the sax is the one by Jazz Composer’s Orchestra.
Download it: http://www.mediafire.com/?0c0ffera9adj16i
Repost: John Zorn's Bible Launcher
EXTREMELY RARE, EXTREMELY GOOD.... It Just Sucks ME!!!
The San Francisco-based group/project Bible Launcher exists with the aims of satirizing Christianity (in general) and televangelists (in particular). Their style is a melange of metallic avant-rock, spoken word rants, screaming saxophones, and samples taken from both religious broadcasts and pornographic films. Bible Launcher's core members are Ron K. (guitar, electronics, short-wave radio), 99 Hooker (saxophones and "unconscious vocals"), John McCoy (bass, guitar, toys), and Dave Mairz (drums). They recorded their self-titled first album over the course of 1995 and 1996 for release as part of the Lunatic Fringe series on John Zorn's Tzadik label. However, due to fears that a lawsuit would come about as a result of the many uncleared samples used on the album, it was pulled very soon after hitting the shelves.
Bible Launcher combines the troublemaking antics of Negativland and the merciless anti-televangelist and Christianity satire of Frank Zappa with a small dose of free jazz (mostly courtesy of saxophonist 99 Hooker) and an overall foundation of funk-tinged prog-metal (think Faith No More crossed with Japan's Ruins). If that sounds like a complicated formula, it is, and the ways in which the group follows through on that formula both make and break this album. There are certainly some provocative moments on this CD. Most striking is the sequence that begins with a deliberately out-of-context sample of an anti-homosexuality sermon ("We will sodomize your sons/wherever young men are gathered/our only god is handsome young men!"). This quote is followed by a heavy rock instrumental, a screaming tenor saxophone/drums duet, a filthy monologue by 99 Hooker and finally an X-rated sample taken from a porn video. Equal parts vulgarity, subversive humor, and sheer anger, this fast-paced segment makes a statement that goes beyond mere shock for shock's sake and is almost guaranteed to draw some type of strong reaction from listeners. However, this section only lasts about seven minutes, and the rest of the album does not consistently come through in the same way. Sometimes the spoken word samples (usually of religious preachers) are less than gripping, sometimes the accompanying music is just unremarkable. Even when some of the component parts are interesting -- whether it be a heavy bass riff or a funny sample from a radio call-in show -- they do not always gel when layered together or placed side-by-side. Still, while this album could have been more effectively put together (or, at the very least, edited down to about half of its present length), it does represent an original concept and delivers some remarkable, provocative moments. [Note that the Radical House issue of this album, which replaced the original Tzadik label version after that one was pulled from the shelves, contains seven extra tracks and is also sequenced in a different order.] ~ William York, Rovi
Tracks
Credits
John McCoy (Bass), John McCoy (Guitar), John McCoy (Toy Instruments), Kazunori Sugiyama (Associate Producer), Allan Tucker (Mastering), John Zorn (Executive Producer), Carl Stanley (Mastering), Bible Launcher (Creation), David Newgarden (Associate Producer), Kimsu Theiler (Design), 99 Hooker (Sax (Tenor)), 99 Hooker (Vocals), 99 Hooker (Assistant Producer), 99 Hooker (Mouthpiece), Jozie DiMaria (Photography)
Download: http://www.mediafire.com/?u4n6ugol345uh4u
Thursday, July 28, 2011
'Angry Grandpa Ballad/Am I Celebre Now' by Chator's Dream
Listen to 'Angry Grandpa Ballad/Am I Celebre Now' by Chator's Dream
http://bln.kr/1C24/
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