Revitalizing the Central Nervy System, the Prayerbabian way:
Written on September 22, 2009 By admin in gigs
A week into two, of tropical nights, ceiling fan loping lazily round, shooing the warm breath of evening over skin still glowing from the broad, slow day; listening blissfully, distractedly, to the chorus of enlarged nature found in these restorative climes – mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm-mm… & that funny little crickety sound amidst the calming insectrenade – mmm – y-e-eerdit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit–yeerdit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit – sounds like the first few bars of Khachaturian’s Sabre Dance, heheheh.
Exactly like it. Ye-e-eerdit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit–yeerdit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit-dit! & now I can’t stop hearing it -damn! Or completing the phrase -dittilit-dittilit-dittilit-dittilit-dehhh… damn!! Damn you, frenetic circus music-making bug! Alternate image, quick. Also sounds like… a… geiger counter, quietly crackling away, counting harmless background rads, & my mind floats on soporific humidity to… Swiss surrealist H.R.Giger, who drew the “Alien” Aarrgh! Now I’ve got a radio-active Alien, jogging frantically to the Sabre Dance whilst throwing extendable, biting tongues with alarming inaccuracy at Sigourney Weaver on a rotating target! Duck Riplee-e-y!
The well?-rested PRAYERBABIES THIS SUNDY 4 – 7pm CARRINGBUSH HOTEL 228 LANGRIDGE St ABBOTSFORD
xxxe’en