CLICK5: Milkin’ It

Incense To In Know Sense

‘In Wuhan, a steel-gray sky hung over the melancholy day of Li’s death. An impromptu memorial of flowers, a black-and-white photograph and singed cigarettes — a stand-in for joss sticks — formed at the entrance of the hospital where he had died.’

Li Wengliang Shrine three cigarettes

*Simple butt powerful though, Clicky… /Lights up… Ironic considering smokers are made to stand out… /drags… side…*

joss sticks goo gel def ignition

*Aye… /streams smokes… asses free…* 

incense (n.)

late 13c., “gum or other substance producing a sweet smell when burned,” from Old French encens (12c.), from Late Latin incensum “burnt incense,” literally “that which is burnt,” noun use of neuter past participle of Latin incendere “set on fire” (see incendiary). Meaning “smoke or perfume of incense” is from late 14c.

incense (v.1)

early 15c., encensen “to arouse, inspire,” from Old French incenser, from Latin incensare, frequentative of incendere “set on fire,” figuratively “incite, enrage, rouse” (see incendiary). From mid-15c. as “to provoke, anger.” Literal sense “to heat, make (something) hot” is from c. 1500 in English but is rare.

incense (v.2)

“to offer incense, perfume with incense, fumigate (something) with incense,” late 13c., encensenincensen, from incense (n.) or from Old French encenser (11c.), or directly from Medieval Latin incensare.

This week, Dear Reader, I have been incensed. Why? Lots of reasons. I should have known from the start…

Roob and Legs discuss Doctor WHO

*/deep drag… arf baked… /snorts smoke… It was jusso…*

awful

*Yeah… /flicks ash… foe kin or fall, Clicky… /sighs… Way too much crying wolf going on these days… /stubs butt…*

*It can lead to some awful decisions taken… /eyes fag packet…*

*Ah, when the Doctor and assistant had at least some chemistry between ’em…/flicks lighter…*

*When a 3 2 1 ray show worked… /lights up… Clicky, be a doll and get me some chainsmokers. I’m in the mood…*

That is all, Dear Reader. Have a Song.

*/smokes contentedly… Fanks, Clicky… /pats snout…*

 

CLICK5: Crown Joules

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…

Missive From ‘Merica: Return of the Yodaling Cowboy

Rolling Yodaling

*/rolls eyes… I guess Baby Yoda’s a Yodaling, Clicky…*

In the missive, below, Dear Reader, resident of the Great State of Text US, Cade Fon Apollyon, ponders upon, among a host of other stuff, the lull in Brexit news…

 *Woo Hoo! Now that piece of news, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… deserves a Song… *

^Europe – The Final Countdown (Official Video)^

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tenorWell hello there

I have working headphones again.

The 30-Day Music Challenge has ended.

We’re back in bidness as usual which is usually unusual.

Un...use...you...will

Weird. Sounds almost like a command or strong suggestion. Something Yoda might say.

Unuse you will...save you it can!

Did you know that there is only one character difference between “strong suggestion”  and “string suggestion”?

Typos are sometimes wonderful things
^Hit The Lights^

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Makes me wonder if “the unusual” is considered (by some) to be unusable by those same sum of some(s). The fringe(s). The theoretical(s) and hypothetical(s). That which is of no immediate and/or practical application. Some kind of chaff that exists when you are seeking only wheat, or maybe the dirt that clings to a vegetable pulled from the ground, or the hide/skin and guts of a prey item. Useless stuff. Garbage. Layers that must be shed in order to get to the good stuff.

Unusual
Usual
Unusual
Anomaly
Anomaly
Hrm...that didn't go where I thought it might

Been long pondering the embedding of meaning(s) in certain English words that potentially only certain “in the know” types of people may be able to interpret. And I’m not talking about glyphs or symbols or petroglyphs or pictographs or semaphores or ciphers or codes in the usual sense. There’s more to language than just and only some direct and distinct tonal quality that means just and only one thing. And yes, I realize that some words have multiple meanings, and also realize that meaning(s) themselves can have multiple meanings. What I’ve pondered is the sequencing of certain tonal qualities to create entirely other meanings. Perhaps some meanings that are so close to the original meaning(s) that they are almost undetectable. Such as the word “unsual”. Slap the right accent(s) on such a word, or use it in a certain context within a certain string or thread? You could potentially derail someone’s train of thought. Think, puns. Or maybe regional dialects/accents. You can go from there.

^Crazy lady at Walmart^

My mind isn’t your mind. With that in mind, let’s get any interested parties up to speed (myself included).

Heuristic
Heuristic
Interrupt
Interruption (Speech)
Interruption Science
Interruption Marketing
Interrupt
Interruption
Continuity
Continuity

Have you ever heard of something called “time on page”? It’s a metric use to determine how long a visitor spends on a particular webpage. What’s that? You were not aware such things were possible to even know?

Page Time

No wait, that's not it

Paging

FUCK!!! That's not it either

Session Description Protocol

GAH!!! I am totally off-course

What Really Happens in a Therapy Session

I’m getting further into the fringes. Unusual stuff that un-use you will. Visiting web pages is not a therapy session, nor is visiting web pages anything even remotely like a therapy session. Visiting web pages is a session, nothing more, no therapeutic value whatsoever.

What Is Time on Page and Why Is It Important?

BINGO!!!

They wanna know how long you spent, where, all so it can be estimated as to what you saw, and ultimately the likelihood of what you absorbed/what potentially influenced you. I mean, if you visit a webpage that takes the average reader 5 minutes to read, but you only spend 17 seconds on that page, and you then run straight to AmazonDOTcalm and purchase a pair of “Silkie’s Sultry Slippers”? There may be a connection to be made. Especially if that web page you only spent 17 second on contained an advertisement for…Silkie’s Sultry Slippers. Or maybe even if that web page contained an advertisement for “Bob’s Dog Insole Inserts”. Information like that is highly prized I would imagine.

^Rush – Subdivisions (with lyrics)^

I guess that impeachment thingie is starting in earnest. Strange that Brexit news has been so quiet. Of course, there is all that “city vs rural” kinds of crap going on in Virginia. And I think some royals from the UK have abandoned ship to some degree. I also think I heard somewhere that Southend is beefing up enforcement on automobile crime, although I’m not sure what all that would entail. Oh, and some dude from Basildon has been thrown in the hoosegow for taking bribes, and this same dude appears to have been in charge of installing fire alarms in Grenfell Tower. A plane dumped jet fuel on school children. The preliminary report on Atlas Air Flight 3591 has been released, and it appears that the captain may have accidentally/inadvertently activated the automatic go-around system (TOGO), but none of the flight crew seems to have noticed. Iran shot down a Ukrainian passenger jet. A bunch of really weird patents have been issued. Sikhs living in the Punjab area of India are now able to make pilgrimages to Pakistan via a new “peace corridor” between the two countries. Terry Jones appears to have passed.

Did I miss anything?
^Inspection (Check One) (Remastered)^

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Was pretty young when I first heard Devo’s song “Wiggly World”, and at the time, and even up until only recently, I only associated “wiggly things” with human behaviors. Trends are like this today, like that tomorrow. I’m held in esteem today, on a shit-list tomorrow.

Wiggly

That said, over the past few days I’ve been wandering around earthquakes, tsunamis and volcanoes, and wondering about how energy transfers from vertical waves to horizontal waves. More than that, maybe even perhaps horizontal waves are actually vertical waves that are, contextually, misinterpreted. Suddenly this morning, I stumble across the image above when searching for geometry gifs. You are likely thinking pure chance. Law of averages. I’m digging for nothing in particular, spot something that is contextually applicable, therefore I made a conscious decision to grab the image and use it because it was beneficial for me to do so. That image is nothing more than low hanging fruit.

Fair enough 

However, we live in a targeted world of targeted advertising, where there are those that are using anything and everything at their disposal to find you and target you. In fact, that’s probably the reason there’s all this “targeted individual” stuff that appeared on the horizon sometime back. A way of getting cutting-edge types of thinking and/or technology into the public consciousness so that the blade can be dulled over time. Get people to start chalking the concept up to madness and/or crazy people on the fringes so that it will be immediately dismissed as impossible nonsense.

^Triumph – Time Goes By – with Lyrics on Screen^

We humans aren’t that clever, amirite?

Q: Who told you that you weren’t clever and/or not clever enough?

A: ¿?¿

“Humans aren’t that clever.” Sounds almost like something uttered in The Garden of Eden. “Who told you that you were naked?” I’m not suggesting that Satan is involved here. Not suggesting that Satan is telling all of you uneducated and inexperienced dunces what a bunch of idiots you really are.

Just wondering aloud

It’s never straight up and down.

^Wiggly World^

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You know what has been completely absent from my life recently?

New films

Is anyone even making movies anymore? Seems to be more focus as of late within the entertainment industry on television series. And where is the new music at. Maybe there’s a shift going on. Some something I am unaware of. Unpossible. I know almost everything.

^Starfucker // STRFKR – Golden Light^

Saw a “I don’t get it” type of comment from someone some time back during the 30-Day Challenge, and I’ve thought a lot about it. I don’t have an answer. If for no other reason, this is not a one-man/one-person rodeo. I can only tell you what I personally think. That said, we are, most of us, bombarded with information daily, from multiple sources, on a wide array of topics, and the only common denominator in every single case…

is you

It doesn’t matter where information originates, what matters is where that information ends up, and how that information is translated and interpreted by you. Only then does the source of the information matter.

EX: If someone approaches you on the street and hands you a leaflet that says “GO FUCK YOURSELF!”, how you assimilate that information is all that really matters. Why is this person handing out leaflets that say what they say? Why did they hand one to me? Why did I take it? Why should I go fuck myself at this person’s prompting? What should I do now?

There are some of us who spend time trying to figure out why we do the things we do. Why we think how we think. What the mechanics behind thought, and what are the things in our lives that are influencing and/or attempting to influence how we think or what we do, or even what we do not think or do not do. Where do I fit? Why do I not fit? Existential types of “nonsense” that likely makes no sense to anyone but ourselves.

^The Smiths – Golden Lights^

There appear to be people in this world that do not fit in the same way and ways that others fit in. If we don’t belong here, then what in the FUCK are we doing here? Some choose to stop at the “why are we here?” question, and await an answer. Others, may decide to keep asking the question repeatedly whilst searching for an answer. Still others may choose to rework and reword the question in order find their answer(s). And I’d venture a guess that there are some that choose to skip over the question entirely, and just kinda do their own thing. Multifaceted approaches to a singular question…

Why are we here? 

Wait, that’s not right. The “question” is as multifaceted as the approaches.

Why are we here? Why am I here?

Not everything falls within the group context. Even that which does fall within the group context doesn’t always and forever fall within the group context. Everyone pees and poops, but everyone also (for the most part) pees and poops…alone. So yeah, layers to reality, realities and truth(s), and exploring those concepts. ‘Cept like, in a more public way. Writing openly and honestly about our thoughts and experiences as opposed to always turning everything inward. Maybe even helping others along the way.

/shrug
^Golden Energy^

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That new whatever virus that appeared in China in early/mid December, now appears to have appeared in Seattle. Dunno if you noticed, but that Wikipedia article on “Interruption Science” mentions aviation being an example of a “high-risk workplace environment”.

Spoke–Hub Distribution Paradigm

Now, not that I personally know anyone who has been recently diagnosed with pneumonia or anything, but right now, there are information gathering and information reporting hubs and spokes that are spinning a lot of wheels to figure out what in the flying fuck is going on with the new whatever it is, how it is spreading.

Sound familiar?
^Talking Heads – Once In A Lifetime (Gigamesh Remix)^

Does pestilence and disease typically precede war? Or does pestilence and disease typically follow. I’m not a detective or anything, it just occurs to me that you are unlikely to be able to fight a war if all your soldiers are sick. That is of course, unless you’ve isolated pockets here and there which are separate and independent of your main forces and/or home territory. Especially if these isolated pockets are armed with more or less automated weapons. You may not be able to defeat your enemies in the way and ways you’d like to, but you sure can bloody their noses and put a cramp in their style. I’m right back to horizontal waves being misinterpreted as vertical waves, and vice-versa.

Le sigh 

The main problem that I see is perspective, especially that hindsight angle. Hindsight can really fuck with you if one isn’t careful. It can make one a trendy one who thinks only in trends. Thinking like that where no trends exist? Disastrous.

Depending on application of course

It may just make you a dull nothing who is not capable of much of anything…’cept nothing.

^The Camera Eye^

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It has always has confused me as to why, in the case of the Sendai Earthquake, did it take so long for the tsunami to reach shore. And why has the name of this event changed so much over time? Is it because “this event” cascaded into “these events”? The earthquake? The tsunami(s)? Fukushima? I should digress before I get too far offshore.

2011 Tōhoku Earthquake And Tsunami

The epicenter wasn’t that far offshore, the wave(s) are said to move at 500 mph plus or minus a few, so why did the water waves themselves take so long to reach shore? Does it have anything to do with the waves traveling against the rotation of the planet? Is the fact that the earthquake lasted so long a factor? Is the fact that the ground itself moved quite far a factor? Does the fact that time itself changed for the entire planet as a result of this earthquake have anything to do with anything? What is a time-shift anyway? How does matter accommodate a change in energy/energies? How does both matter and energy accommodate a change in spin which results in an alteration in time?

I can only wonder how such shifts/adjustments affect what is known as radioactive decay. Not only that, but are any such changes measurable within the scope and scale of how we view and perceive time? If there is a measurable time, you can bet your ass that such a thing as “immeasurable time” also exists, and it likely exists in the same stream and streams as measurable time(s).

^”Add It Up” w/ lyrics by THE VIOLENT FEMMES^

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I admit that I was aware of the more intricate clockworks of the Universe from a young age, but never paid much mind to the goings on because I was taught not to.

That's God's territory 

Oh, and astrology is Satan/Lucifer/The Devil’s territory, so one needs to stay away from that as well. So yeah, where do I belong? What is “my” territory? Do I even have any? More than that, when and where do I become an individual? Where does everything else stop, and I begin?

Now, one reading this might start to think that I am some kind of egomaniacal lunatic bent on conquest and world domination. But you only see a part of me via these writings. Lots of stuff you miss. But then again, maybe you are looking for something that qualifies me according to some need that you yourself have. Wait…where was I originally going with this thought? Oh yes, universal clockworks and how time and times are set and adjusted. Bumps, grinds, inversions and advances to keep things moving as they should be moving. I mean, you really don’t think that every single grain of sand on the entire planet is moving at the same speed do you? That every molecule of water and air are moving in the same direction at the same velocity? That everything moves at the same speed, all at the same time? Nah, of course you don’t. That’d be completely ridiculous. Nonsense.

Rubbish
^Rocky Horror Time Warp^

Breaking away from the known is rough. Being pried away from the known is equally rough. Yet, we seem to live in a world where both concepts are prevalent, and one might even argue…necessary. You can let your mind wonder at will regarding what it means to “break away” and/or what it means “to be pried away”. Situations where things just aren’t working out as one had hoped. People are doing things you think they should not be doing. Or maybe you yourself are doing something that just doesn’t feel right anymore. I mean, who knew that eating an entire tub of margarine every day was bad for you? How could you possibly know that some readily available something was going to clog your heart with fatbergs that need to be plunged by medical plumbers? Question is, now what?

I suggest outrage 

“They” shouldn’t be allowed to sell this stuff. Consumers are uneducated dummies, and we need someone to look out for us and take care of us. What does any of that have to do with breaking out and/or breaking away? I dunno. Figure it out your own damn self. You’re the smart one with all the answers. Oh, but do let me know what you find. I’d be interested in knowing how I should think.

Ya know, going forward
^Deano – Cycles [MHZV001]^

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I should prolly bail here. Roob just worked for over a month straight writing and formatting blogposts, and here I am after only a few days, dumping more of my bullshit in her lap.

^Time Canon – Triumph^

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cYa | cFa

^Witch Hunt^

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*Blimey! …/stubs butt… ‘E aint overcompensating much, eh, Clicky…*

*Haha… Squirrels… /pats snout… Go get a suitable Song to end on, Clicky…*

We hope you enjoyed Cade’s unscheduled but most welcome mid-week missive, Dear Reader. There’s an Adventures in Remote Viewing shambles brewing nicely in the corner, and we hope it’ll be ready to serve up for you this we-kenned. Until then… 😀 Have a Song…

^Veruca Salt – Seether (Official Video)^

30-Day Song Challenge: Mwah!

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

mwah

*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…*

Anglo American Celtic Viking Band 6

*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^