CLICK5: A Bridge To Fnarr…

Missive From ‘Merica: Mixed Bag o’ Nuts

Happy Wednesday, Dear Reader 😀

Today we have a missive from Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Devil from Text US for you to enjoy. Butt first, I just have to share something with you that crossed my Twitter feed this morning. Something that caused a minor pee-seepage incident…

*What? …/lights up… I’m an old girl now… /drags… Too much information? …/plumes smoke… Just play it, Clicky, you’ll see. No wait… /crosses legs… Ready…*

Enjoy! ❤

*I told ya…*

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Message sent.

Game on

^Lord Huron – Meet Me In The Woods^

California has a giant fault.

California actually has many faults.

People still live there.

Some, quite happily.

Hrm…

Living…with…faults.

Hrm…

Sounds doable.

^Albannach – The Gael (Celtic Scottish Pipe Drums Music)^

Wondering if that pic just above is considered pornography. Pornographic? 

Salacious?

Took me a sec to actually work out that they are grinding. I initially saw a fingernail moon type of thing, and immediately noticed the fingers touching at the top.

Maybe if her breasts were larger, their jiggliness would be more pronounced/eye catching, and I would have worked out the copulation bit quicker.

Nothing better than getting to the important bits, and quickly.

^Language Lab – Burning Disaster (Groove Armada ‘Bedtime Story’ Mix)^

Is “ascension” to “the 5-D” realm simply a removal of “the fourth wall”?

Lemme splain...

One of the bigger social movements is “Disclosure”.

The Disclosure Project

Steven M. Greer

Coupla ironies that should be obvious right off the bat:

First, Greer did not join the existing SETI organization/SETI Institute…he fractured the SETI idea and created his own clan. I guess his CSETI thing didn’t take off, so he further fractured the fracture by creating The Disclosure Project. Immediately I’m stuck by the fact that, for someone trying to remove veils, he sure appears to be throwing a lot of veils up in the process.

Second, CSETI appears to be a one-man show. When I personally think of “SETI”, I think of a bunch of names…from Carl Sagan, Seth Shostak and Paul Allen to even Stanton Friedman and Robert Zemeckis. Not so with CSETI or Disclosure Project…there is only Greer.

Benny Hinn
Oral Roberts
Billy Graham
Billy Meier
UFO Religion

There’s nothing really wrong with creating your own group. Scientists are likely to be a bunch of snobs and are very unlikely to let anyone who is not an initiate in the government architectures participate in their private club. The wallets that are funding these projects are going to either be government interests who rely heavily on security so that enemies are not aware of certain things, or they are going to be private interests who rely heavily on security, so they can patent and license whatever is found so as to make a return on their investment(s).

All that to say, I get why Greer prolly went his own way. 

The only way to deal with exclusivity, is to create your own exclusivity. But at the same time, this Disclosure Project doesn’t seem very forthcoming. In fact, they seem to do the same bullshit as everyone else in that they attract people to their group with cheesy nuggets, then dangle carrots as if they have all of this secret information, but only they and their inner circle(s) know it. Keeps their members marching, and they’ll tell you “the secret stuff” when they are good and goddamn ready to.

Let's get back to removing the fourth wall.

^Cake – Comfort Eagle (Late World with Zach)^

Me and a certain someone watched a movie last night called Chasing Amy.

I’ve seen the movie many times, but she had not. “Veils” features heavily in the movie. Some veils are thrown up intentionally by the characters, and some veils exist that the characters don’t even know are there. But they are slowly pulled back over the course of the movie, and some of the horrors revealed are…yeesh.

Hellish. 

So this morning when I wake, there is a video sitting in my YouTube “recommended”, and it centers around? Yep…you guessed it, veils and removing them.

^The Undertaker Takes Care of Business While Eating Spicy Wings | Hot Ones^

Whilst we are on the subject of veils being added more than removed, did you know that the Arecibo observatory is going to be demolished?

Arecibo Observatory, an ‘icon of Puerto Rican science,’ will be demolished

Sometimes the old centralization models just don’t work anymore. Gotta throw up some new ones. Tear down the old fence or wall, only to reveal that another has been erected. What does any of this have to do with ascension or 5-D or veils? Welp, height and depth have limits…right? All dimensions have limits. If you remove one veil, you are sure to find another. Ascension from here, is simultaneously a descent into somewhere else. May wanna keep that in mind as you climb. May make your landing a bit more cushy when you reach the bottom. Or maybe not cushy, but at least you’ll know it’s coming.

^The Heydaze – New Religion (Audio)^

We getting on the same page yet as to how “5-D” is (potentially) simply a removal of the fourth wall?

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New Religious Movement
Lord Of The Flies

We’re still stuck on the same boat, you just prefer if you could be moved from steerage to first class. A change in scenery to make the journey a bit more comfy. Ship is still gonna dock in the same port tho. Unless of course first class isn’t good enough and you want to replace the navigator or maybe even the captain with yourself.

^Dutilleul – Dark Room Full of Lonely People [BLACKHAND]^

The thing is, if you remove a dimension, are you really getting more? Or less? The same? Perhaps a new spin on the same? Yes, it’ll be new to you. Some lovely new something to amaze, bedazzle and amuse you in the here and now. But that new something is gonna be “the standard” to those who follow. They’ll have to seek their own new and different something, and are likely to topple your lovely paradigm in the process.

^Lusine – Just A Cloud^

Standards exist to better identify slackers, and better reveal impostors.

You really don’t think all that regalia is there just for show do you? I mean, it is, but it says something. It creates a method of distinguishing the acceptable from the unacceptable.

^Bon Iver – Holocene (Official Music Video)^

You realize this “educate yourself” nonsense is a prolly a scam…right?

Create interest, generate traffic, increase revenue(s).

Someone tells you “you need to look into this”, you’re now stuck in that “can’t afford to, can’t afford not to” kinds of situations.

We wanna know secrets. We wanna be on the inside. We wanna head off trouble. But if they give you an answer, or point you in the correct direction, they may only get single hit out of you.

Much higher returns if they can set you to spinning and get you to chase your tail on their trail.

Next time you ask a question, and one of these “in the know” fuckers tells you to “EDUCATE YOURSELF!!!”, might wanna consider that they are potentially trying to lead you down a trail of tears.

Its very efficient because there is a lot of logic involved.

Some knowledge is indeed best come into on your own, via your own path and at your own pace.

Someone tells you something, the process is gonna be much different than if you had sought out the info yourself and formulated your own opinions on the matter.

Be safe. Travel well.

^Phosphorescent – “Song for Zula” (Official Audio)^

We find things via eachother.

What would you do with yourself if things didn’t exist.

The dragon sits upon a mountain of gold.

Can only wonder what they are waiting for.

Also wonder who built the lair.

If the dragon waits for me, I must ask myself why I am penetrating the dragon’s lair.

For the gold?

For the companionship?

For the story?

Maybe the dragon knows.

^M83 – Lower Your Eyelids To Die With The Sun^

Just saw a video clip where a press conference the US Vice-President was giving had ended, and the VP was walking out of the room. As he did, some of the reporters were screaming at him. They didn’t sound to be shouting questions, as much as they were shouting accusations and/or chanting slogans and maybe even shouting personal attacks.

Very cringeworthy. 

I only watched the video once, and the video was quite short so not exactly a lot of context there as to what was transpiring and why. The clip itself sure told a story of something shameful going down. Hell, VP Pence may have just called the press corp a pack of cocksuckers for all I know. Kinda doubt it tho.

^Love And Rockets – Earth, Sun, Moon^

Think a bit about how our bodies adapt to things we do and/or things we encounter. Have you given it a think? Got a few things in mind? Cool. Lets us add some context.

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Now, let’s re-ask that same original question…Think a bit about how our bodies adapt to things we do and/or things we encounter. Got anything new on your own list now? If not, lemme add some of my own.

When I was a kid, I tried like hell to wear as few clothes as possible. However, the clothes that I did wear were a combination of hand-me-downs, home-made clothing, or cheap shit bought a K-Mart, Sears and JC Penney’s. Clothes back then were made of fiber(s), and those fibers likely differ somewhat from the fibers of today.

When I was a teen, I tried like hell to shave as little as possible. However when I did shave, my razors were hand-me-downs, shared blades, and the shaving creams, soaps and aftershaves were cheap. Shaving products of the time were made of certain metals and chemicals via various processes, and they likely differ somewhat from the metals, chemicals and processes of today.

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Things change. You change. You change clothes, clothes change, clothes change you. You wash those clothes, loads of fibers go down the washing machine drain, some are caught in the lint basket of the tumble dryer, some…well, some prolly get all over you. Yeah sure, you bathe. But we’re talking aggregate here. The right thread, in the right place, at the right time. Odds are actually pretty good I think. We spend a lot of time wearing clothes. We sleep on sheets and cover ourselves with blankets. We dry ourselves and our flatware/silverware with cloths. We use a lot of paper products too. And boy oh boy do those materials change over time. Organic fibers, less organic fibers, blends, non-organic fibers.

Q: How long you figure those fibers from Kevlar vests are gonna linger?

A: Fiberglass is concerning as well. Yeah sure, asbestos has supposedly gone away, but in reality, it hasn't.

Learning about certain realities can be a bit shocking. We (some of us) tend to panic. Do some crazy drastic shit without thinking the consequences of our actions through, and we wind up perpetuating the very type of behavior we are supposedly trying to get rid of. Presented with a one-in-a-lifetime, perfect opportunity to fix a something, and the drastic action(s) that sound so good and pure and heroic, actually make things worse.

Le sigh.

^Mazzy Star – Into Dust^

Remember when you were a kid, and you’d get that weird static/electric feeling on your skin? It was almost like you could feel electrical patches running around your skin, the hairs may have stood up, and you may have even got goose-pimples? Maybe the skin on your head pulls up tight and the hair on your head tries to stand up?

Q: Do you ever get that feeling anymore?

A: ???

I’m gonna bet the answer to that question is a resounding, no. I’d almost be willing to further bet that you’ve forgotten ever having such sensations.

What about butterflies in your stomach?

Weird lightheadedness with any rapid aspect change in your body’s orientation? Not really dizziness, nor any kind of nausea, nor even disorientation, but that weird feeling that this rapid aspect change in height, width or depth has somehow altered your perception(s)?

How about pains in adulthood that trigger memories of similar or same pains from childhood. Ever get any of those?

And those chills in the back of the neck? May have been some shooting kinds of chills and/or shivers down the back and maybe the arms? Maybe some shivers followed, and they had nothing to do with cold?

While we’re on the subject, how about that weird “KA-ZOINKS!” kind of feeling when you encounter a guy or gal who really flips your lid for some reason. Ever get those feelings anymore? And I’m not talking about someone you instantly want to fuck. I’m talking about that feeling that you just entered the presence of some special someone. Although yeah, at some point your mind races and you may also have the desire to bang them like a drum. Or maybe not…maybe just a fast-friend.

We change. We forget. Question is, how does it serve us to forget? May also give some consideration as to those things which may be contributing to your forgetting. Just don’t ponder too much on what dragging pieces of metal over your skin does over time. Or what wearing clothing covered in anti-static agents does to your skin over time. Or what the constant and perpetual dousing of your skin with chemicals does over time. To think about such things is…crazy.

^The National – Bloodbuzz Ohio (Official Video)^

Supposedly, Saturn ate his own children. Kinda occurs to me that this is exactly what is happening in the Matrix movies. At the end of the first flick, where the Neo character says he’s gonna show the people “a world without you”, he’s basically threatening to kill the children of men. And what are the children of men?

The machines are, dummy. 

Humans created them. Sure, Morpheus and Company didn’t themselves actually create the machines, but humans did. You’ve basically got orphan on orphan warfare going on in the Matrix flicks, and everyone is struggling the be the parent.

(accomplished by one pack of orphans murdering the fuck out of the other)

^Manchester Orchestra – The Silence^

So if that fourth wall comes down, it’s more likely that you are being watched, more than you are likely to be watching. You tune in, think you’re being all sneaky, your target has no idea you are watching them.

Never occurs to you that someone may be watching you watching them. Or maybe you do know, but don’t care.

Germane she said.

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They’re coming hard.

Or at least giving the appearance of it.

Looks more like panic to me.

Panic and anger.

Maybe some self-loathing and regret mixed in there.

^Simian Mobile Disco – Hustler^
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.

^Andrew Gold – Thank You For Being A Friend (Official Music Video)^

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^The Kills – The Last Goodbye (Official Video)^

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*Oh my goodness, it’s Thanksgiving tomorrow, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

*Trump? … Pardons? …*

*/smirks…*

Catch ya next time, Dear Reader 😀 Have a Song…

Welcome to the Schop Zone: Mind the Gap

Hello, Dear Reader. Happy Fourth of July to you 😀

*How doo, Clicky? ‘Appy Independence Day to you, too…*

Apols! I’ve been away from the LoL recently, musing over whether the Internet has gained sentience without us even realizing it. Not by means of Artificial Intelligence, but instead with Aeonic Intelligence…

… I’ll try to explain my thinking, Dear Reader, but you will have to employ your own Clicky Click assistant…

*You’re a mammal, not a fish, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*

Now, let’s see… I guess this particular train of thinking started on the first day of my hols, the 8th June, although I was quite unaware of it at the time. However, if you will allow, we are in the year of 2020 Hindsight…

‘The Capitol Hill Autonomous Zone (CHAZ), also known as Free Capitol Hill,the Capitol Hill Occupied Protest, and the Capitol Hill Organized Protest (CHOP), was an occupation protest and self-declared autonomous zone in the Capitol Hill neighborhood of Seattle, Washington, United States. The zone, originally covering six city blocks and a park, was established on June 8, 2020 by George Floyd protesters after the Seattle Police Department (SPD) left its East Precinct building, and was cleared of occupants by police on July 1, 2020.’

Arthur Schopenhauer Genius Quote*/flicks lighter… Nah, I ain’t a genius, Clicky… /lights up… Listen… /drags… I didn’t say fanks for ‘olding the fort for me ‘ere… /plumes smoke… I was in need of sum finking space…*

UR Welcome*Hey! You got that from Cade… /coughs… I admit, you are a genius recycler tho’, Clicky… /flicks ash… You could be sum sorta professor…*

 

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo 1

*That’s a 9/11 Tweet pairing if ever I saw it, Clicky… /deep drag…*

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo 2

*By changing ‘white’ to ‘allow’ and ‘black’ to ‘deny’, and then boasting about it… /stream smoke… Ain’t Twitter just cementing the racist meanings they’re trying to eliminate? … /shrugs… I mean, they’ve fucked themselves, straight off the bat…*

*Quite!*

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo

*Yeah, I see it… /squints… Kelsey Grammer as Frasier of Seattle… /final drag… and father Martin…*

Cade and Legs and Roob Convo 6

*Lashy did say Mneymosyne is an aspect of Gaea Sophia, Clicky… /stubs butt…*

So what, you may very well be asking yourself, Dear Reader, if you’ve been keeping up so far (well done, btw), triggered the silly bint, RooBeeDoo2, to write this post? How did she get to pondering the notion that The Internet might be sentient, with humanity as the gestation conduit for the emergence of Aeonic Intelligence, caught and subsumed by a web bed?

I’ll tell you – it was one of the gifs Cade left in the scrolling room on Twitter that he, Leggy, Poppy Sweat Pea and myself go to, to hang out, share interesting things between us and chew the fat. Like online friends doo…

Thelete and Sophia create Aeonic Intelligence via Human Gestation

Have a Song, Dear Reader 😉

 

Adventures in Remote Viewing: Lyings & Triggers & Scares…

*Nice orange background on that, Clicky…/lights up and smokes… Quite right. Gotta be sensitive to others…*

This week, Dear Reader, Cade Fon Apollyon and I have been remote viewing Terry Gilliam movies…

*/drags… Sumfin’s… /holds smoke in lungs… always afoot, Clicky… /exhales…*

… and Elena left a strange request on Thursday’s MFM post whilst we were in the act of remote viewing The Adventures of Baron Munchhausen

“My favourite French word is Particuliar, if you would care to think about that and tell me what you see.”

Cade and Roob on Munchhausens by Bhaji

*Synonymous with lying… /flicks ash… Pah! Tickle ya! …/grins… The movie certainly tickled me, Clicky. That scene in particular… So many big names in small roles…*

… But we started on Tuesday when the choice of movie for remote viewing that evening – Twelve Monkeys – was triggered by the news that the infectious Coronavirus had arrived in Seattle, Washington from the East…

Roob tells Legs of 12 Monkeys sync

*More like a confluence of influence, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Cade’s choice of documentary to view before the movie had a bearing, as I told Frank on MEROVEE the next day.. /blows smoke rings…*

Roob spills on Merovee

*/final drag… Could a ‘thin coat of paint’ be considered sumfin of a film?  …/stubs butt… Good film, though despite the scary sync… /sighs…*

On Wednesday Terry Gilliam’s fellow Python, Terry Jones, died…

Merovee Frank Bucket Bouquet

*/cocks head… A higher sync? …/shrugs… Brrr, it’s getting cold… /shivers… I’d better finish this shambles and get sumfin to eat. You get a Song, Clicky…*

*I know we remote viewed Time Bandits last night but I wasn’t  intending to include it, Clicky…*

*What are you up to? …/squints…*

Dear Reader… Have a Song…

30-Day Song Challenge: Mwah!

*Howdy, Clicky… /pats snout… Last challenge today… /lights up… Let’s make it a goodun… /drags…*

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*Indeed… /smokes…*

Welcome, Dear Reader to the final day of the LoL’s song challenge, embarked upon a month ago by myself and Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Devil of Text US…

*That’s right, Clicky. Not just Cade and me. Also Poppie Sweet Pea…*

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*And Leggy… /flicks ash… ‘Panoptica’ is coming along nicely, Clicky…*

*Aye… /deep drag…*

… For this last task, we will be presenting songs that remind us of ourselves…

*So is that me and you, me and Cade or Cade and you, Clicky?*

Whispers in ear

*I knew it!*

Enjoy! 😀

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Day 30: songs that reminds you of yourself

Cade’s first song pick…

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This one is gonna be cake.

Everyone is invited for cake.

After 30 days of this, everyone is entitled to cake.

Put in the time = reap the rewards…of cake.

There will be no cake
^Bruno Mars – Locked Out Of Heaven (Official Video)^

Roob’s first song pick…

It wasn’t until very recently that it dawned on me that the initials of this song, spell out my name…

R.U.T.H. = Can be slow on the uptake

*Good fing I knock about with an Hillman eh, Clicky? …/blow smoke rings…*

Cade’s second song pick…

Before I get to the song that makes me think about me, prolly best for me to say thanks to Roob for enduring this. She’d had to jump through a lot of hoops over the past month, she was ill for a good portion of that time, I think part of her family was ill over the holidays, but she’s hung in there and gotten the job done. Also gotta make a note that it was great that others participated too. Always nice when others contribute, and good conversation is good. Ya’ll have submitted a lot of music that I’ve never heard before, and I likely never would have heard it had you not chimed in. From me, thanks.

For those unaware, I’ve been writing for and with Roob for 3 years now. We celebrated (with zero fanfare) our 3 year anniversary back in December, and it’s been hella fun. I’ve learned a lot from her. Nod to Legiron and CynaraeStMary for their friendship and mentoring as well.

^benny benassi feat. channing – come fly away^

Roob’s second song pick…

Back in the middle of 2012, when I first created my online avatar ‘RooBeeDoo2’ in order to join I.S.I.S, I was working in Construction Logistics as a Logistician’s Logistican. Frank and fellow I.S.I.S members started to addressed me as ‘Roobee’. Understandable really; RooBeeDoo2 is a bit of a mouthful…

Roobee = Ruby = Creative & Constructive

*The smokers’ universe is definitely blue… /plumes smoke…*

Cade’s third song pick…

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There’s nothing for me to plug here, I have nothing to gain by doing this, so I don’t feel entirely guilty for what I am about to do. However, music that makes me think about me, is music that I myself wrote and performed. Years were spent sitting alone in a room writing and playing music. I have a giant box filled with cassettes on which contain these efforts, hundred upon hundreds of songs and song ideas, and its unfortunate that many of the songs that I am thinking of right now I’ll not be able to share with you here. Just no way for me to share them at this time. However, I will share a something I don’t really expect anyone to listen to, but yeah…this shit right here, makes me, think about me.

BTW, if you have an urge to listen to what little I was able to transfer to digital from analog, there’s a playlist of various nonsense of mine from 1989-1992.

^Devil’s Work – Side: Fun – Tracks 1 & 2 (1991)^

Roob’s third song pick…

Back at the end of 2012, when I first started experiencing ‘syncs’, I started writing about them on MEROVEE. From the start, Frank and the fellow commentating Mero-VEEPs referred to me by the much simpler ‘Roob’…

Roob = Rube = Complicated but Fun

*/Final drag… Another reason why MEROVEE is the red universe… /stubs butt…*

The final word to Clicky…

^Kenny Lynch – up on the roof 1962^

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And that, Dear Reader, is that for the 30 day Song Challenge. We really hope you’ve enjoy spending time with us…

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*/Hand/fin slap… You can say that again, Clicky… /lights up…*

…Be sure to come back soon and, as always… Have a Song… ❤

^Madness – One Step Beyond (Official Video)^

 

 

 

30-Day Song Challenge: Childhood!

Day 29 of the LoL’s epic thirty day challenge, Dear Reader, and today we’re remembering songs from childhood…

*Sounds like gobbledygook, Clicky… /lights up and smokes…*

 

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*And what does that mean?!*

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^Legs & Co: Birdie Song / The Tweets (TOTP, 01 Oct 1981)^

Enjoy! ❤

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Day 29: songs remembered from childhood

Cade’s first song pick…

A lot of this is going to come from television. I can see no way around it. It’s either going to be television, church or school since that is the holy Trinitron™ of streams providing music to young ears in my time. I’ve already done a lot of stuff from my childhood, so in order to meet the criteria for today’s specific challenge, I guess we’ll go with television seeing as how church and school were pretty much still stuck in 19th century music when I was a kid. Not that television was that much different, but unlike church and school, television certainly was trying to figure out how to upgrade their musical models.

^Merrie Melodies & Looney Tunes – Opening themes.^

Roob’s first song pick…

Weird that Cade chose to focus in on TV music from his childhood, as the one song I’d fixed upon including in this post – before even receiving his choices – was the theme tune for a sports show on TV…

*No, that’s not the one I’m specifically thinking of Clicky, though we did watch it at Sunday teatime…*

*Fuck! I’d forgotten just how much cricket I was subjected to as a kid…*

*I’ll admit, there was quite a lot of it I did like…/flicks ash… But that’s not it. Seriously, we could be here all fuckin’ day if you’re gonna keep on guessing, Clicky…*

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*Close…*

^Classic UK TV Theme ~ Pot Black (Black And White Rag)^

Cade’s second song pick…

Loads of music came in via the idiot box. Mostly musical snippets and blurbs. Lots of fade-ins, lots of fade-outs, and lots of musical chunks that really didn’t belong to a tune, but rather just disconnected and otherwise disjointed musical sounds added for dramatic effect. A xylophone tapping out a cadence to let you know that the news was on. Or maybe a bar or two of some dramatic horns with kettle drums banging away in order to snap your attention away from whatever you were involved in whilst simultaneously raising your pulse rate. Television producers were some devious fucks way back. Loads of people graduating colleges with sociology, psychology, and marketing degrees, and you must put them to work in some capacity in order to prove the the educational system is A) working, and B) pays off in the long run. The practical side being, these young minds you are employing bring with them fresh perspectives on squeezing dollars out of the public, whilst simultaneously remaining malleable enough that they can likely be made to not make distinctions between light and dark. Afterall, they need their jobs. They gotta eat. So you cross some lines here and there…so what?

^Zoom opening credits – Season 3, Cast 2^

Roob’s second song pick…

*Kid shows full of kids. Yuck! Ironic, too, considering that one ran for decades… /blows smoke rings… Oh, I didn’t know Russell T Davies worked on that show…*

*Was it a case of ‘Why don’t you… regenerate Doctor Who?’ …/smirks…*

^We could have been anything – Bugsy Malone^

Cade’s third song pick…

The answers as to why samplers and sampling became so popular in music are right there, you possibly just aren’t looking at things as they really are. Everything got put on the clock at some point. Everything got condensed. The radio was still a bit fluid with respect to time, and also fluid with respect to their programming. But not television. Television was relentless. You have a block of time, in time, and that’s all the time you get. That means anything and everything is over-produced. No raw, no rare, everything is well-done. Rehearsed and practiced to perfection. Sequenced. Quantized. Sterilized. Clean. Machine like. Nothing left to chance. The art has been, and is still being, perfected.

Digress

You’ve got somewhere between 30 and 60 seconds to get your brand out there with a shiny and smiling face, and you gotta do so in such a way that people are gonna beat a path to your door. God only knows how much time, effort and resources went into producing that perfect commercial, but you can bet it was a lot. Pouring weeks or even months into a few seconds. Getting into people’s heads a few seconds at a time, and staying there. Yeah, I’m thinking that it caught on.

^SPEED RACER 1967 Cartoon Intro^

Roob’s third song pick…

The one song that completely captivated me during my childhood, was also encountered via the telly. When my school put the play on for Christmas, I practiced and practiced singing it before the afternoon of auditions in the school gym. I was so excited to be asked to stay on once Mr Ford, the teacher/director, had made his shortlist of candidates for the leading role. That excitement was matched by my complete and utter disappointment to discover that I was only there to help stack the gym benches back along the wall once the auditions were over…

sad dog

*/shrugs… Yeah… /stubs butt… I got two speaking parts and simulated the tornado sound, so I actually ended up with 3 roles in the play, Clicky…*

^Somewhere Over the Rainbow – The Wizard of Oz ((1/8) Movie CLIP (1939) HD^

The final word to Cade…

My intent today was not to be morose or glum and gloomy. I had no idea what I was being fed at the time. Just someone born into the world when I was, and have spent a good portion of the rest of the time trying to make some kind of sense of it all. And, I honestly don’t remember much outside of television with respect to music other than a lot of the ground I’ve already covered in both this 30-day thingie, plus a lot of the writing I’ve done over the past few years. I guess I make distinctions between television and radio music because music on the radio seemed to be more about giving, whereas stuff on television was all about taking. Music on the radio willingly opened a door and gave freely, whereas the stuff on television was more akin to sticking a crowbar in the door to break in or maybe picking the locks. So yeah, the music I remember from “my childhood” is a lot of bits and pieces of nonsense. A chaotic scramble of nonsensical noise created for the express purpose of getting inside my head, and staying there. Consumer 4 Life.

^The Mamas & The Papas – Monday Monday^

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We reach the end of the song challenge tomorrow and the final task…

*And Cade and Poppy and Legs, Clicky… /pats snout… And you…*

… When we’ll be suggesting songs that remind us our ourselves. If there’s a song that reminds you of yourself, Dear Reader, pop it into the comments, below, and we’ll include it in the grand finale 😀

Until then, have a Song 😉

^Fade Away And Radiate – Blondie (1978) FLAC Remaster 1080p^

 

30-Day Song Challenge: Voice!

Today’s challenge, Dear Reader, is to present you with songs from artists whose voices Cade and I love…

*Fox has been trending on Twitter all day today, Clicky… /lights up… I dunno… /drags… Disney seem fair that you can be dismissed purely ‘cos of your skin colour… /plumes smoke…*

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^Lea Salonga – On My Own (Les Misérables) [720p]^

Enjoy! ❤

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Day 28: songs by artists who’s voice we love

Cade’s first song pick…

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Last night, I had a dream. In the dream, there was some vaporous, quasi-hidden fucker hiding in the shadows whilst darting around telling me that I needed to select music(s) that were representative of various things. In one instance, I was tasked with selecting a song that would be representative of the overall vibe of the 1970s. In my dream, the song that I selected was an instrumental. More than that, this song wasn’t released until the late 1970s. Although there is no singing on this track, the vocalist for this particular group likely has one of the most unique, identifiable, and iconic singing voices in rock music. However, when I woke, I had nothing but questions. Made no sense to me at all upon waking that I had chosen this particular song in my dream to be representative of the 1970s that I personally know. Prolly lingering guilt over not choosing a Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers song on the “songs that break your heart” day.

Ironic that whilst pondering all this crap about love and death, I personally cannot escape…dreams. Pretty sure I never owned the album ‘Hemispheres‘, and also pretty sure that I would never consciously select this song as being an all-encompassing representative of my time spent in the 1970s. Moreover, after I woke this morning, did some reading on this song, and was shocked to discover that it is about…dreams. Nightmares, to be more specific. I can only wonder as to why my subconscious would select a song with no vocals to be representative of a time that contained all kinds of vocal expression.

^Rush – La Villa Strangiato^

Roob’s first song pick…

Seeing as Cade has kicked us off with his dreams, I have to include Dolores O’Riordan and the Cranberries, and a song from one of my all time favourite movies…

*/blows smoke rings… Woodstock revivial? Interesting, Clicky… /flicks ash…*

Cade’s second song pick…

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Kinda weird that in a dream, there are many things that make sense within the context of the dream. However, once that dream has ended and you are awake, all of that clarity fades to confusion. You can almost feel it in your being that this dream and the things in it made sense whilst you were dreaming. But now that you are back in this realm and lucid, you can’t help but giggle a bit at the absurdity of it all. No fucking way any of that craziness made sense. And if it did? I’ll be goddamned if I can remember what it was that made it make sense. None of it makes sense anymore.

^Cocteau Twins – “Ribbed and Veined”^

Roob’s second song pick…

As Cade is still on the subject of dreams, I shall continue with another voice I love from an all time favourite movie of mine. This time Roy Orbison…

^Roy Orbison’s Dream From You’ve Got Mail^

Cade’s third song pick…

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Dreamy. Dreamy, dreamy, dreamy. Some sounds are like a barrier between eternal peace and eternal war. Voices don’t exist here in the more traditional sense(s). They’re here, they just…operate a little differently. Almost like contempt and respect existing in the same space, and doing so without being hateful or spiteful, and even without being loving or adoring. I love you, and I hate you, and I do both of these at the same time, without really doing either. Almost like looking backwards. Or looking forwards. Looking anywhere and everywhere but here.

^Daniel Lanois – Jimmy Was^

Roob’s third song pick…

Harry Nilsson has appeared a couple of times already during this song challenge…

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*Drink & Drugs! on Christmas Day… /final drag… And Sad! on Day 10… /stubs butt… I do love his voice, Clicky…*

… And wouldn’t you know it, he also has a song about dreams, one that plays over the opening credits of one of my all time favourite movies…

^The Puppy Song – Harry Nilsson^

The final word to Cade…

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It’s not really unusual that certain things “make sense” within a certain context, but outside of that context…no, no sense made. Putting on a concert in the middle of a field prolly doesn’t make much sense. God almighty…that was over 50 years ago. Made no sense then, makes no sense now, and yet, people are still talking about it.

Q: Does Woodstock have anything more than commercial value?

A: ??

What is “Woodstock” anyway? I’m not trying to plan the 100th anniversary or anything, but I do wonder what value this concert/event will have in the year 2069. Will it make sense. Yeah, the one from 1969…will it make sense in 2069, and if so, to whom, and under what auspices, pretenses, terms and conditions will it make sense? Will DMT be a staple of the water supplies of the future much like Fluoride is a staple of the water supplies of today, and everyone will be “tripping-balls” 24/7? Which, I think I’ve pretty much decided that Fluoride is added to water to keep the pipes and infrastructure clean, and it being added for the benefit of people’s teeth or other human health concerns is pure horseshit. ‘Cept for of course the fact that drinking water supplied via filthy pipes is indeed a health concern. There are some weird loops in life.

Does it make sense to you that I have had the requirements of today’s challenge on my mind the entire time that I’ve been writing, yet have primarily used songs with no vocals?

Welp, I have

Guess you’ll just have to read between the lines a bit. I hear all kinds of voices in the music that I’ve included. Some voices I like, some voices I love, some voices…not so much. Woulda been great to see this final song performed live at the time tho. Strange how voices speak to us, and when.

^SHA NA NA WOODSTOCK 1969 DUKE OF EARL^

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Woo Hoo! Penultimate day of the 30-Day Challenge tomorrow, and Cade and I will be tasked with choosing songs remembered from our childhoods…

*I said penultimate, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*

Until then, Dear Reader, have a Song 😀

^Giorgio Moroder & Philip Oakey – Together In Electric Dreams^

30-Day Song Challenge: Heartbreak!

Apols! Dear Reader, I took yesterday evening off…

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*’Cos I felt like it… /lights up and smokes… I didn’t half feel shattered last night…*

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*Yeah, I had to cook and iron. How come you never help me with any of that stuff, Clicky?*

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…Anyhoo, the ‘songs to break your heart’ challenge follows. Enjoy! ❤

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Day 27: songs that break your heart

Cade’s first song pick…

As I best as my 33 & 1/3cc brain can deduce, today is (at a minimum) a combination of days 4, 9 and 10. This whole challenge thingie has wafted in and out of the tangible and intangible realms, and now it has gone and gotten downright personal. It now wants to know about tunes that may make me happy and/or sad, and it also wants to know how to conjure things in me that might be best left undisturbed. Moreover, it want’s to know how to achieve all of these things in a single swipe. Lastly, why is this particular challenge coming on Day 27?

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I dunno if there is a significance of this particular challenge coming on Day 27. That said, I’m quite sure that I’m suspicious of anyone who wants to know what kinds of music breaks my heart. Especially coming on the heels of Day 26 which wanted to know about stuff that makes me want to fall in love.

^deadmau5 – Errors in my head^

Roob’s first song pick…

I don’t know that my first song choice breaks my heart as such. It is about heartbreak – spending the first night of your honeymoon in separate rooms is as cruel fuck. Or not, as the case may be, but singing along loudly with the song is kinda cathartic. Try it… Free da pain!

^Freda Payne – Band of Gold – Lyrics^

Cade’s second song pick…

Any paranoia I may have displayed in my previous block of text is…yeah, not really there. But it also kinda is. Kinda weird that someone out there in the world would want to know specific songs that break my heart. But, misery is said to love company, so maybe its a matter of maybe not feeling so alone. Knowing not only that your heart is broken, and what broke it, but why, as well as an assurance of “ME TOO!”, so that one does not feel so isolated and outcast. I mean, hell, the Ode To Joy movement from Beethoven’s 9th Symphony can break hearts, it just breaks hearts in a way that others can more readily identify with and will likely more openly admit. The tears in their eyes are usually a dead giveaway.

Digress

What got me off into “paranoid” types of thinking was a matter of this day’s requirements having less “overlap” and being more…pointy. That got me to thinking about all of the data collection methods used online anymore. I mean, you can’t go to a website that has a Numerology name calculator anymore. If you enter your name, the website is likely to keep it/store it, and use it in some way to make money. You do read a website’s “Privacy” page…right?

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If you scroll down to the “How information of user collected” section, then read under “Online Forms”, you will notice that they say you can enter your name safely on any of their forms because they will not collect it. However…do you trust them? How would you know if they were collecting your information. More than that, what could you do about it. The English on that Privacy Policy ain’t that great which raises some legal questions, not to mention that the site owner is located in India. What does any of this have to do with music/songs that break my heart?

I dunno
^Mumford and Sons – Little Lion Man^

Roob’s second song pick…

My second song choice is about a whole life of heartbreak…

*Fucking ‘ell, Clicky… /flicks ash… You don’t see adventure playgrounds like that anymore…*

^I’m Still Waiting^

Cade’s third song pick…

Have spent a lot of time over the past few years upending anecdotes and cliches. Such as…

“Can an infinitely powerful being create a weight so heavy, that even they cannot lift it?”

My answer was…

”Yes. But what about when they eventually can lift this weight?”

Today is not indicative of tomorrow, so what is the point of such a question other than to silence debate and/or dissent? Point being, I’m wondering here if there a difference between a song that has broken my heart, and a song that will break my heart. More than that, is there potentially a song that has broken my heart in the past, still breaks my heart now, and this song will always break my heart in the future. Do I build up a resistance. Do I grow calloused. Will the scars from where the cracks appeared eventually fade or will they always be there.

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Can I potentially lift a weight tomorrow that I could not lift today?

^Alan Walker – Faded^

Roob’s third song pick…

*Ah, Bridget Jones. I love Bridget Jones. Who sang that song originally, Clicky?*

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*Eric Cartman? That’s just stupid…  /stubs butt…*

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*Alright. Keep ya ‘air on…*

^Eric Carmen – All By Myself (Audio)^

The final word to Roob Clicky…

^Blur – Coffee and TV^

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Three more days of challenges left, Dear Reader…

*/squints… Day 29 sounds like another crack at Day 12…*

… Fingers crossed, we’ll have this wrapped up over the we kenned. Have a Song 😉

^Annie Lennox – Why (Official Music Video^

30-Day Song Challenge: Love!

Day 26 and songs that make you want to fall in love, Dear Reader…

*Nice, Clicky. Describes symptoms of falling in love pretty well…*

*Pretty sure Leggy’s choice has more with falling in lust, Clicky… /smirks… What did Poppy Sweet Pea choose?*

*He is a very lucky man, Clicky…*

*They both are…*

… So kick back before you fall over, and enjoy! 😉

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Day 26: songs that make you want to fall in love

Cade’s first song pick…

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I guess I’m gonna have to go way way back here. My “love life” has been shit as of late.

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I guess my love life has been shit anyway. No idea as to the protocols for keeping score on scoring, nor who is keeping score, nor why. I’m single, no prospects, I have no intention of having any prospects, so yeah…shit. I guess I’m just not “In The Mood For Love”. This means we’re going to have to go way way way WAY back to where I was a starry-eyed kid laying on the floor, listening to music, and dreaming of my dream gal.

^’Let ‘Em In’ – PaulMcCartney.com Track of the Week^

Roob’s first song pick…

Thoughtful Man and I just celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary at the weekend. I say celebrate; he reminded me, I congratulated us and he grumbled that he would serve less time for murder. Neither of us are of a particularly romantic bent…

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*And it was Pops’ birthday… /lights up and smokes… Nearly the oldest in the house… /flicks ash… but not quite yet…*

^Peter Gabriel – Don’t Give Up (ft. Kate Bush)^

Cade’s second song pick…

This next one may not seem like a love song or a song that makes you want to love to many, but it is to me. This track is off of what is prolly my favorite AC/DC album. Before you dismiss that thought out of hand, AC/DC was “my band” as a kid, and I had all their albums. ALL of their albums. Imports, rarities, anything I could get my hands on, and I liked pretty much everything they did.

Anyway, I can recall relating to the song mainly because even from a very young age, my personal path seemed as tho it was gonna be a rocky one. I’m quite plain, average in just about every category, sickly, not that smart, not really good at anything, so chicks weren’t exactly throwing themselves at me. Figure it prolly best that I treat anyone who is interested in me as best I can. Tragic that I’ll prolly be no good at that either. But, I can try.

/shrug

Never know when you are going to bump into someone that is also looking for somebody to shove.

BLOOPS! I mean, somebody to love, not shove.

Lyrics are here for anyone who wants to sing along.

^Up to My Neck in You^

Roob’s second song pick…

Falling in love is easy; I do it all the time. The night the boys came home from the hospital, after their birth was very fraught indeed. The late summer night was hot and sultry, which made them cry. The nappies we’d got were way too big, so every time they peed, they got wet, then cried. They cried a lot. Thoughtful Man and I were snipping and sniping at each other in our rising panic, which made them cry. Just what the holy, motherfucking hell had we done!?

Just before dawn, Thoughtful Man decided to try music. He chose a song, scooped a wailing bundle in each arm and hit ‘play’ on the CD player with his big toe. He rocked back and forth, singing softly. The twins stopped crying and I fell in love again…

^Two Little Boys – Rolf Harris^

Cade’s third song pick…

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This 30 Day Challenge thing is getting personal. Not sure how smart it is of me to open up too much. Might be sneaky fuckers out there trying to find out what turns me on, all so they can get in my pants.

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Um, where was I? OH YEAH! FANTASY LAND!!! Digress.

Love is weird. I’m not sure if Love is a thing made up of many things, or many things made up of some single thing. Maybe its both of those. Either of those? No idea. I do know that Love is one of the best timekeepers that I’ve ever found. When all other time and times are fuzzy and unclear, Love is quite distinct, whether it be present or not. When Love is there, you know it. When Love isn’t there, you know it. When Love’s companion Hate is there, you know it. Etc.. Which, I personally think that Hate is just Love through a different filter.

I kinda see Love as a light inside of an old-style cheese grater that is spinning. The source of the Love is quite pure, but it needs some filtering before it gets to us. It needs to be cut. The pure stuff is way too potent. Deadly. So yeah, the Love is inside the cheese grater, the grater is spinning, and the cheesy goodness type of Love that we humans can understand is being slung and spewed out all over the cosmos. ‘Cept more like a disco ball or disco lights kinda things. Maybe that’s why discos and nachos are so popular?

/me shrugs again

Love is weird.

^deadmau5 feat. Grabbitz – Let Go (Extended Edit)^

Roob’s third song pick…

I’m struggling to make up my mind for my third song choice…

*I dunno, Clicky… /stubs butt… And the other one…*

*I can’t choose…*

The final word to Roob Clicky…

^David Bowie – Letter to Hermione^

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*Oh good thinking, Clicky…*

Remember to bring tissues with you tomorrow, Dear Reader, as Cade and I will be tackling songs that break your heart. Until then, have a song… ❤

^Jimmy Ruffin – What Becomes of the Brokenhearted^