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This tune started out as a song called "Garbage Wrapped In Skin", but then I started heading for a lighter concept. AND THERE IT IS. Dedicated to NinAHAgen. I actually believe that there are people on this planet right now, whether they know it or not, who are part of an investigative committee (let`s say) for a higher intelligence. Some call them the Illumininati. Some call them crazy. Some don`t call them at all. A HA HA HA HA, OH NO, OH NO, A HA HA HA HA HA But more of this later...
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Used to be called Hollywood Movie Studios and had lyrics. But at the time of this recording, no singers were available, so it`s a dance tune (I guess) and is dedicated to Vivian Carley, a good friend of ours. And if you could put yourself in the groove this tune lays out, you would know a bit of the way Viv is.
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Need I say any more?
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Written in Florida on a Zappa tour. Depicts the activities of the little newts that were frolicking about the grounds of the hotel. (Song for Sraswati)
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Corny but cute; you should hear the version I have that`s sped up a whole step (Munchkin love again).
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Originally called "The Night Before". I would like to release an album in the future that consists of ridiculous guitar stuff entitled "Wreakless". You can look at this song as a preview of what some of the stuff that may be on that record will sound like.
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Written in high school, this song is dedicated to the beautiful memory of Lory Goode and Mary Savage, and to all those who mourn loved ones whomet with unfortunate demise. If we don`t see them anymore in this world, we`ll meet them in the next one. You can`t fool fate, so don`t be late. Right, Jimi?
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Aren`t we all junkies though?
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A piece written for Billy James to get his sticks off on.
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Part of a huge space opera I was writing called "Alien Love Story".
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When I was building this little 8-track studio in Sylmar where I recorded this stuff, something crawled in the studio. Before my boa constrictor could eat it, it managed to crawl in the wall and die and I could never find it. So this song is a representation of what the place smelled like for about 2 1/2 weeks.
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Oh gee, haven`t you waited a long time to hear something like this? Laurel Fishman just improvised her feelings on tape and I edited them together with some old 4-track stuff I had from Sy Vy Studios. Then I transcribed the pitches of Luarel`s voice and doubled it on guitar. Sing along now.
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Yes that`s right. Tommy Mars on violin. This song is about a mysteriousdark street just around Halloween. (OH NO)
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Every October, the fire department burns sections of the San Gabriel Mountains to eliminate dried shrubbery. This particular night, the Mountains were in flames and there was a full harvest moon right above it. We all sat on my roof and watched. It was very magical. Pete Zeldman and I then went into my studio, set up two microphones and just went for it. This is first take, raw inspiration. It`s very special to us.
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This song is a representation of what I felt like after I was up for 3 days writing music one night. 8 guitars playing a written melody, all evenly quantized in the interval of a minor 2nd. That`s right, octatones. It`s also backwards. Rather thick, eh?
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