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Ralph Meatyard and his kids ----^
Procrastination is the serpent. Ride the snake.
So Eloi, the Autist, etc. etc. had this night at Stereo a while back called Quattrophonic. It gathered few of the sweaty flock and the last night was desolate, an empty town in Mare Ibrium, the tumbleweeds rolling slowly in the foreground to give it atmosphere. However, the peeps, in all of their righteous glory, distributed an unremarkable CD to the miniscule congregation. Sadly, it sat forlorn for many months until one night, fueled with acid and paper mache, it was discovered and the jams were found to be fresh, the vibe all gooseflesh and rubbing itself against furniture in an obscene manner, and the traxxx were hottt. Anyway, that was overly dramatic. If the people involved in producing this CD ever read the aforementioned saccharine drivel, thank you for making about 9 people in a 1.5 work it very, very hard for about 20 hours. Paix.
traxxx for the dayyy jamie kidd
later: this isn't about ing LOVE or DEVOTION! this is about the dude from new order playing a dj set at parking next thursdya night. doesn't sound that ty either (give or take. muchas loco): peter hook |
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