Thursday, November 10, 2016

Desperately Seeking Suzanne … “You must be my Lucky Star”








“You must be my Lucky Star” …






This really reminds me of the Square-wave Synth-bass-line from Beverly Hills Cop...





...it was quite the thing at that time … like in Beverly Hills Cop...


                                      Square-wave Synth-bass-line




Fairplay Turnabout/Gastarbeiter Gastornis: how does it feel to have your self-determination monkey-wrenched with the way you’ve been doing to the rest of the world (Aramco, Inc.)? A Flying-V (for “Pyrrhic) Formation of Black Swans making theirWay ...


Mossadegh I believe ...


Blank Swan.



Be on the watchout for some Heavy Weather:   looks like a Flying-V (for “Pyrrhic) Formation of Black Swans making their, well, not so far annual migration toward FBI Headquarters. HQ is hardly somatic for these fine meddling Middle Minds at the Bureau…



                                              Meddling Middle Minds at the Bureau…




                                                                        The FBI ... 



1952, Mossadegh I believe ...

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Repent Tiktaalik, said the Tin Man … Pines of the Via Voodoo, by Res-Piggy/Beelzebubba…





"'Repent, Harlequin!' Said the Ticktockman" … Trump/Clown, ICP


 Yo!


                                                                 Trump/Clown, ICP...










You!





 

Thursday, October 27, 2016

The screams all sound the same.




Island Peephole. Mightbe. Chariot of the God.




So here is where that girl singer learnt (sic) to sing on all and only off-beats, well, this goes to the essence of why there is some “thing” rather than nothing, Taoistical rather than statistical an argument as it be.  May be.  Maybe.  Might be.  Mightbe.  Heebie Jeebies at the timelessnesses of these moments “trampled underfoot” like a fruit, hanging from a Cross Tree.  Low hanging, sweet …


                                                              Low hanging, sweet …
                                                               Grapes of rather not …


Wednesday, October 26, 2016

Howard Roar "Aqua" vs. Quintus S. Teal...the Vesica Pisces in the Venn/Us diagram … of … the intersex-ion … of ... Worlds and Music (Harmonia "mundi") ...


Quintus S. Teal...the Vesica Pisces in the Venus...die!  



 ...is cast...ahemmm...


Vesica Pisces in the Venn/Us diagram … of … 




... the intersex


the Steampunk Steely (Dan) and the Fiddle-violin-ce of Jean-luc … 



                                                              (Dan) and  (Jean-luc) … 
                                                                          Ponty


Okay, the commonality?   Coltrane ...



                                                                         The commonality:
                                         Saint John .... Spiritual violin ... and Worldly when ... ?



                                                              When these guys get ahold ... 
                                                    Walt Weiskopf ... no Dummkopf him ....




                                                    Channeling Coltrane ... in a modern context ...
                                                                 Thank you my man...



Words and Music ... my specialty ....



                                   Our Anti-Ouspenskyisms is almost Nietzschean in Scope ...
                                                                        ...of Hope ....

(S)Teal ... Quintus ... (super)naturally ...



Monday, October 10, 2016

For me? El Camino del Diablo! Cholos, Indios, y Buckaroos … Los Vigilantes/Angeles … Big Wig ...


Davaot Vigilante ... 






Sangre de Cristo!



                                                                         Cabron!





                                                              la Victoria de los Angeles ...



For me?  El Camino del Diablo!  









Sister, I implore you, take him by the hand,
Take him to some shady bower, save me from the wrath of this man,
Please take him, save me from the wrath of this mad man.

Hangman, hangman, upon your face a smile,
Tell me that I'm free to ride,
Ride for many a mile, mile, mile...






Smiles .... all around ... eye for eye ... ear for ear ...