From: Mark P, youamwho@yahoo.com
Subject: Loopy video thoughts
Date: 2/6/2002 3:51:28 PM
To: seance@lists.no-fi.com


I'm just hogging' bandwidth like a madman today but this damned album
is INSPIRING!

I'm sitting there listening to Chromium and Night Friends over and over
(MY TWO PERSONAL FAVES AT THE MOMENT) and I'm conjuring up videos for
em.

Have the story boards in my head!

Chromium starts out with our four heroes riding along the palm lined
boulevards of Beverly Hills ... in a 67 drop top DeVille ... some pukey
green non-flash color, those huge leather oyster tanned seats (my Dad
had one so I remember this car)! ... the song just has me thinking
about the ugly side of all things beautiful ... Tim's at the wheel, of
course ... Mart's riding shotgun, singing of "gilded flowers," maniacs
in cul de sacs (cul de sacs, TRES L.A.)!, "golden eagles," "fabulous
mansions,"  "long lost hours," suffocation, waiting bringing him down
... yet ... those colors bringing him 'round.  Steve and Pete are in
the back seat, giggling at Mart's seemingly omnipresent pissiness and
just taking in the sights ... pointing out stuff (their "map to the
stars" being jostled between them) ...just giggling away at the
perversity of it all.

Okay, granted, that one's a little off target ... maybe ... I said
these thoughts were loopy!  

Night Friends next ... shoot is shot out in the courtyard of a
dilapidated, overtaken and falling yet once grand and opulent manse of
some sort. Overtaken by some sort of Kudzu-like growth (take out yr
Murmur album ... covershot, that stuff) ...Steve's sitting at a beat up
spinet piano that's seen better days in said garden courtyard amidst
the brushy overgrowth and busted ornamentals, broken statuary, non
flowing fountains ... the other three are poised in various places ...
Tim's over to Steve's left, maracas in hand, eye's skyward and unaware
of what's about to occur, awaiting that next BIG BANG ... or falling
piece of space junk ...  Mart's sittin' atop the garden wall strumming
that roadworn twelve string Takamine with that butcher's twine holding
the strap together ... over by the cracked and crumbling glass
greenhouse Pete's all perfectly plugged in and donning a stark white
the Stratocaster ... all perfectly Peteish!

Upon Steve's initial muttering of "Night friends arriving in the
garden..."  the computer generated and all billowy and wafty-like
succubal emanations begin flowing thru the willows and into the shot
... hence dropping Tim's eyes from his skyward glance to the ensuing
orgy of sound and vision just now unfolding ... the pleasantly
female-like "spirits" bombard the scene undulating and ovulating and
wrapping around the bodies of our four heroes who are in the through of
ecstasy yet never miss a beat ... somewhere along the way Steve
descends the piano bench and as if by magic is strapped up to his P
bass.  Mart's down off the wall and wearing a beautiful Fire-Glo 12
string (330 or 360 ... it's up to you!) ... what started out all nice
and lovingly civil is now chaos ... colors flashing, shapes shifting
... the orgy climaxes, the succubi, their feat complete fly outta the
shot into the ether ... the song fades to Steve sitting at what now is
a perfectly ebonied grand piano ... Mart's back up on the wall that
bloody twine is still there but the Takmine is shop fresh!!!! ...
Pete's constant ... that's what I like about Pete ... Tim's eyes are
once again cast upon the heavens, as usual ... the garden is lush and
trimmed ... topiary(love that word, just hadda throw in topiary!), the
greenhouse is again a glass palace, fountains flow, statuary is once
more perfect and erect all alabaster and marble ... the manse is
forever a manse of epic proportions, opulence once again abounds ...
picture fades...

Mark     








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