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[Gaffaweb]
Um. Okay. While making a tape for Bill Hsu, I found the original copy of Nihilius Fililius and have promised to get around making a more updated one. I also should note that I lost the request from one earnest cum-hound in Texas (they HAVE kate bush fans out thar?) and if he would PULEEZE write me back (e-mail or the mail drop at the end of this posting), I'll be sure he gets something post-haste. I also have something for a fellow in Neptune NJ ready to go out. Mr. Stephens, if you want a copy - please send a tape and return postage (or 3$ and about 56 cents in stamps) to the address below. By the way, I had alot of fun with Bill's tape, 2nd side (the first was a Sonic Youth bootleg). It starts off with sONICHOSE encoring (from side one) on "The Red And Black" and goes into two cuts from a group called "Mornois", one of which ("I-Yi!") sounds like a Japanese exercise class and the other is called "roofing nails" (this comes by way of the folks at RRR). Next I add an ambient piece called appropriately "New Age Sucks" done in my basment at a spur of the moment/movement. This leads into the GREATEST NEW AGE INDUSTRIAL BAND IN THE WORLD WHEN THEY WANT TO BE, The Greatful Dead doing a space jam from, um, sometime in the summer of 85 over at Beserkeley (complete with digitially sampled running brooks and a spirit whispering "daaadddy"). Then, we drop in on the Hitchhikers Guide to The Galaxy as Ford Prefect predicts the end of the world to an incredulous John Cleese ("oh, yes, the end of the world, right you are, sir") Bartender. Then, zoom... we're at the crucifiction of Christ from Tim Rice and next we are listening to a modern day Christ, Henry Rollins finishing up his poetry set ("So, I said to the waitress with the U2 shirt, `Did you hear Bono died?' Yeah, the singer from Black Flag killed him") and the modern day Anti-Christ wannabe Tesco Vee pitches his record down at the "Boy on Boy" disco. This all leads into a triumphant "Rema Rema" courtesy of Big Black and a disjointed nightcap with the Fucking aka Sonic Youth singing/screaming/pissing in their garden of earthly delights and killing a major league rock critic with their "big fucking dicks". Oh, damn... now I gave it away. But hey, WOULD YOU RATHER BE READING IED???? "Nihilius Fililus, POB 1067, Oxon Hill, MD 20745"