The original schedule thingy, in the form of a flyer (ever notice that
these things don't fly very well, unless you fold them yourself into a
suspiciously paper-airplane-shaped object, in which case it is rightly
called a flyer, or even a "paper airplane", while the previous unfolded
version should only rightly merit the title of "proto-flyer" or perhaps
"fetal flyer" or perhaps "Flexible Flyer" - HA! I knew that would bring
tears to the eyes of the sentimental fools among us. Gotcha. We now
return to the (relatively) normal scheduled program and/or pogrom and/or
wampum) which they threw in my bag around that new Dead Can Dance CD
(concert this Wednesday - jealous yet?) at HMV (Her Majesty's Virginity, if
I remember correctly) Records (really quite a lovely store) (enough
parenthetical comments yet?), said:
BILL LASWELL with...
Praxis
Jah Wobble
Nicky Skopelitis
The Last Poets
Liu Sola
Bernie Worrell
Anton Fier
Whitney Houston (href=<joke>)
Wouldn't you just expect a suprise guest or two?
Any guesses? Bets? Swears? Fistfights?
Obscene limericks?
Expect a dubbly bubbly meaty beaty jam.
So, who's going to this surely bombastic bass blast barbecue?
Struttin' or non-?
Best,
Zenon M. Feszczak
Ambient Philosopher