Synaesthetic Monk's Blues

Phantasmagoria, magic lantern shows, spectacles without substance. They achieved complete sensory experiences through noise, incense, lightening, water. There may be a time when we'll attend Weather Theaters to recall the sensation of rain.

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Location: Ithaca, New York, United States

The main thing a musician would like to do, is to give a picture to the listener of the many wonderful things he knows of and senses in the universe... I'm using the insides of sounds to move around in a very subtle way which, I think, ends up being inevitable. I feel it's the only solution to that particular problem that I presented myself.

Monday, August 21, 2006

00:35 - the electric Tropicana fruit punch

01:10 - Shylock disguised as Wolverine - one big thick blunt sun caged within adamantium claws

01:45 - The centrifugal force created by Neptune's frentic revolutions are a tad too much for the interstellar threads. The planet careens off into blissful oblivion shattering amidst this psychedelic synaesthetic funk.

02:05 - The Quest for the missing Rothman's.

02:10 - Quest abandoned after an eternal search along with GMAT

02:20 - Tuned in, turned on, and dropping out...


  • Crimson Cosmos & Boogie Bubbles, we've been crowned the King of Cloud Daemons...
  • Watchtowers to the South of the City, they form the NOW, monumental shrines to the new Lords: Abstract, Geometry, Madness and Recursion.
  • Enter the dragon, the clown prince and the creepazoid: freak power!
  • Spiral Architects oversee the construction of a quicksilver Atlantis
  • Synch : everything is green and submarined, marooned on a velvet island of sacred oblivion
  • With a mouthful of stars, I trip over my feet
  • Big Bad Clumsy Moon
  • We lost the skyline, stepped right off the map. Drifted off into space, and let the clocks relapse.
  • Dissolution. Confusion. Chaos.

3:30 - Back to the Sanctuary... peace and tranquil. Message from God.

4:10 - Spacial Distortion: extremely menacing vibrations were all around us. Please! Tell me about the fucking golf shoes!

4:40 - Wasted spaceman lost in an orbit

5:25 - Grooving, Converting Vegetarians. Shadow puppets and crystallized spherechuckers.

5:30 - Commencement of the Third - Boom Shankar!

6:10 - Morning's soft embrace, alone and content, kissed by the gentle rain.

tH3 ЮnG & ₩!n¶iNg J.

6:30 - Shpongle

7:10 - Wheels. Alloyed Steel. Steer Right or Left. What the fuck - I can't drive, I'd rather fly...

7:30 - Deliberations. Maggot Brain.

8:10 - Message from God: leavetakings...

Lotus Feet. Losing necessary cohesion.

9:00 - Obscure Time Loops. The Enemy is awake! Rewind, just push play. I think I'm getting the fear...

Lost, strung out, wasted into blank space... swimming in around the perimeter.

how long had this shit been going on? Get a grip. Maintain.

10:30 - Kronos, he who has abandoned me... the mystery of electric day-glow fan

Wait for sleep.

"Before you
slip into unconsciousness
I'd like to have another
flashing chance at bliss
Another kiss, another kiss"

Thursday, August 03, 2006

Mother Earth is pregnant for the third time
For y'all have knocked her up.
I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe -
I was not offended
For I knew I had to rise above it all,
Or drown in my own shit...

Come on Maggot Brain
Go on Maggot Brain