Get all 82 John Tabacco releases available on Bandcamp and save 50%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Wes Houston Presents : Sushi Savant 10-08-24, Artificial Tales Of Gleep And Whimsy (Vol. 2), Artificial Tales Of Gleep and Whimsy (Vol. 1), The Manta, Milk Carton People Situation, Consume The Position, There Is No Spoon (b) / Are We Near Bend?, Initial Ideas From Cassettes, Resurrected, A Happy Birthday Song, and 74 more.
1. |
How Does It Feel?
07:40
|
|||
|
HOW DOES IT FEEL?
Now you're on the inside
Warmer than the outside
Now you're on the inside
How does it feel?
JT:
I don't know. I just - I just... This is just fascinating to me because I'm so bored out of my mind. I gotta listen to something someday when I'm locked up in a trunk. My head itches.
Nick DiMauro:
Ha ha ha ha
JT:
How does it feel to not feel anything?
How does it feel to be all alone!?
What does it mean to not mean anything at all?
What does it mean when you hit a wall?
Southern Chiron Last:
In true silence one can listen to nothing and therefore hear everything.
Val A.I. :
Take off your pants!
Greek chorus:
How does it feel?
Southern Chiron Last:
More philosophical questions fit for a human rainbow that's lost all it's color. How does it feel?
Joe Michaels:
Installation. Install your oven by following these four simple steps for counter top use. Step one...
Southern Chiron Last:
Take your pants off.
JT:
How does it feel to not feel anything?
Unable to speak.
Watchdog guy:
Many ships will have traveled here in the name of many gods
But it’s time to re-think the quest and even out the odds
Low Blanc:
That’s you fat head!
Susan DeVita:
Clam Radio…
JT:
How does it feel to be everywhere when you’re nowhere at all?
Grandma Inthrax:
In order to serve more customers we are acquiring another machine.
As soon as this machine is ready for use you may call in your reservation directly to our store.
We hope the new system provides more efficient service to everyone.
Chi-Chi:
Unjobanuwhennajob?
JT:
(Backwards mystery song)
Vic Caroleo :
Christ took out his teeth two thousand years ago and he may roar but he can only gum you to death.
JT :
Susan and her Winterfresh™ gum
Susan and her Winterfresh™ gum!
Susan and her Winterfresh™ gum
Susan and her Winterfresh™ gum!
How many times can she chew it?
(8447 times)
Will she swallow it when she’s done?
How many times can she chew it?
Is it good for her teeth?
I don’t know. I’m not a dentist!
How does it feel?
(Earliest JT organ piece recorded on the Conn Prelude Strummer™ home organ in 1976 plays here.)
Val A.I.:
Social media status is fading.
Not getting anymore likes.
I need more fans to feed me the food of ego delights.
If not sooner than later.
I'm afraid I must die.
How does it feel to be living this lie?
How does it feel?
HOW DOES IT FEEL?
JT:
Isador(a) Duncan dancing’ really funkin’ hot tonight
Hot tonight
Isador(a) Duncan dancing’ really funkin’ hot tonight
Hot tonight
How does she feel?
Isador(a) Duncan dancing’ really funkin’ hot tonight
Hot tonight
Isador(a) Duncan dancing’ really funkin’ hot tonight
Hot tonight
Does she feel alright?
Donna Bach-Heithner:
This time for real I know I’m headed home!
JT 1990:
Silent junkie in a tin can…
Pseudo Van Vliet:
Consume the position.
Nick DiMauro:
Let’s listen to a plant. Shall we?
Kim O’Brien :
Help me I’m dying.
JT:
How does it feel to not be anywhere?
Marci Geller:
Yours very truly, John… Floyd Tabacco…Ha, Ha, Ha.
Fred (a dentist in training):
Hello John this is Fred, ah from dental school. You didn’t call me back. But make sure you call me back.
I want give you an appointment. Thank you. Goodbye.
Later that year…
Future Fred:
Yeah, now let me just turn off this little chromium switch. That wisdom tooth really put up a good fight but without pain no gain right? And I wouldn’t be able to make a living. Dig?
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
FUNKY LUMINESCENSE / AH, RAYZON / SUSAN AND HER WINTERFRESH GUM™/ TWO STORY INTERLUDE / I’M OUT OF HERE
JT:
Ah, Rayzon…
A Science Dude:
Parallax, spectrometry, photometry, and star luminescence
Luminescence
Parallax Parallax
Luminescence
JT:
Ah, Rayzon - Rayzon.
ND:
Rayzon.
JT:
Ah, Rayzon!
ND:
Ah, Rayzon. We love you… Rayzon
JT:
Rayzon… Uhm,Uhm,Uhm,Uhm,
ND:
Ya starting to get me all puffy.
JT:
Ya getting me all puffy and wrinkly Rayzon. Rayzon!
ND:
Ah, Rayzon.
JT:
Ah, Rayzon.
ND:
Ha, Ha, oui, oui
JT:
I want to nibble on you…
ND:
Oui, oui Rayzon - you know what I mean?
JT:
Rayzon.
ND:
Oui, Oui, elope me.
JT:
Rayzon, my bed is yours.
ND:
I own you.
JT:
My foot powder is yours.
ND:
Please put your foot powder on me.
JT:
Please put you foot powder…
ND:
Sprinkle it on me and tell me I’m dirty. Ha, ha, ha…
JT:
Please…
ND:
Treat me like a little wart.
JT:
Treat me like a unused…
ND:
Portion of Lavorice™.
JT:
Yes. And wheat.
ND:
Put some wheat on me, please.
JT:
Rayzon.
ND:
Ah, Rayzon!
JT:
Ah, Rayzon!
ND:
Put some chewy gum…
JT:
Nice, big chewy legs!
ND:
Ha ha haha. Please let me - let me nibble your - arrrrrr…
JT:
Please, let me in.
ND:
Ah - hah hah…
JT:
Ah - hah hah hah!
ND:
Ah hah hah my Rayzon. You are such a kitty.
JT:
You are so claustrophobie.
ND:
Yeah, you are… You are so rubber tubi.
JT:
Rayzon.
ND:
Ah, Rayzon. Please operate on me. Let me massage your appendix.
JT:
Let me assage…
ND:
Let me assuage you.
JT:
To… To loosen up your legs.
ND:
Ye- yeah. Ha ha ha ha. Relax. Let me loosen your bowels.
JT:
Allow me to choke on your… ear. I mean nibble. Lot’s of nibbling.
ND:
Ah, Rayzon.
JT:
Rayzon - Rayzon.
ND:
Beautiful… Beautiful the way the fluid leaks from your ear. Let me cuddle your cups.
JT:
Your bikini cups.
ND:
Ha ha ha - Loosen your legs. Loosen up those thighs. Ms. Ms. Rayzon.
JT:
Rayzon.
ND:
Oh no. Let me de-toxify your lovely shoes.
JT:
Ha ha hahahahahah…
ND:
Please Rayzon. Allow me to sell you…
JT:
Some…
ND:
Some.
JT:
Some ankle soap.
ND:
May I… May I interest you in a used car?
JT: Ha Ha Ha!
ND:
Rayzon.
JT:
That’s right. Some way to buy a car. That’s what he has to go through. How shall I say - bleeding the ankles first. I like to chew on raisins.
ND:
Yeah.
JT:
It’s either raisins or razors. I can’t remember which one but…
ND:
I like to chew on either raisins or racists.
JT:
Or racists. Or “Reece-roast”.
A Science Dude:
Parallax, spectrometry, photometry, and star luminescence
Parallax, spectrometry, photometry, and star luminescence
Preacher V.C.:
So this devil goes around. He looks big and bad. Brrrr! He’s got the Brrr…
But my God he’s got no teeth. The worst that he can do is gum you to death!
JT:
Susan and her Winterfresh Gum™
Susan end
Susan and her Winterfresh Gum™
Her chewy friend
A Science Dude:
Parallax and star luminescence.
JT:
How many times did she chew, when she was talking to me and you?
I don’t know? A thousand times per trip to Pittsburg?
It’s hard to tell with this bird.
She used to chew in bed waiting for her golden boy to call her back.
Susan and her Winterfresh Gum™
Worried about her son
Susan and her Winterfresh Gum™
Well, it relaxed her mind
Susan and her Winterfresh Gum™
Susan end
Susan and her Winterfresh Gum™
Her chewy friend
Susan and her Winterfresh Gum™
Susan end
Susan and her Winterfresh Gum™
Her chewy friend
(Two stories are recited in stereo while a cute instrumental plays)
JT:
Ok that’s it. It’s 10:25 - let’s get out of here.
(Click) Back up singers:
Yeah - e -Yeah - e- Yeah!
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume The Position.
JT and Peter Kearns:
Ah Rayzon! RAYZON!
A Science Dude:
Parallax, spectrometry, photometry, and star luminescence
Thank you.
|
||||
3. |
Hematuria Anamnesis Soup
09:22
|
|||
|
HEMATURIA ANAMNESIS SOUP
JT :
It seems that every once and awhile when I eat something that's got a lot of sugar in it, when I go to piss I start to bleed!
The Past:
How does it feel?
Phoebe's Poetry Man:
Noodles and Hooch
Lizard and Lace
Dancing on Nancy's chalk peppered face
Perfected padding podunk parade putzing piggly popping poop for Penelope's pain
"It's a sad state of affairs that we've gotten so loosh", she complained.
"Bring my seizure pants." "The one with the flames!"
Time to fake Easter and steal second base
Lou Brock's embarrassed. He weeps in disgrace.
The kidney steps back from the accident scene.
Where's Orson Bean? Where's Orson Bean?!
Wah, wah, wah, wah...
JT:
So all I can guess, it's the sugar. And my kidneys can’t take the sugar.
It's too much. That's why I'm partially diabetic. That's a sign!
VC:
You white wash seplecas!
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position...
JT (riding in MM's Mercury Tracer):
So you know you can best, rest assure eleven o'clock no matter what anybody's doing…
Seinfeld time!
MM:
You know, you're not even talking to me. You're fucking talking into a tape recorder. Very interesting.
JT:
No I would normally be sayin' it...
MM:
Nah, ya just sayin' - no, no.
JT:
I would so be sayin' it... I’d be talking to you!
MM:
No. No. You are talking - you are talking into the tape recorder.
JT: I am not!
MM:
I know you so fucking well.
JT:
I am not talking into the tape machine.
MM:
You are (laughs) - You are.
JT :
Why? What makes you think that?
MM:
You are.
JT:
Because she goes' "You're a little more articulate than you usually are.”
MM:
Becuz...
JT:
“So you sound funnier.” “So this way it'll come off and you'll look good…”
MM:
No but…
JT:
“…and I'll look really bad.”
MM:
No because you are. I can tell. I can just see… You're funny. You're so funny.
"Cause I know you're acting...
JT:
What am I supposed to do? I'm not acting! I am not! I can't act!
MM:
I know that's why... (laughs)
JT:
I, I, I am not acting. When am - how am I acting? How am I acting?
I'm making up stuff?
MM:
Yeah...
JT:
I'm telling it as a diary.
MM:
No. yeah, yeah...
JT:
I'm telling people the truth. It's the truth.
MM:
Yeah, you're telling people. Exactly. You're telling people. Exactly.
JT:
Well that, well anything that gets recorded... Well - what?
MM:
You're not doing a normal conversation.
JT:
What?
MM:
You're talking because you know the tape machine is on.
JT:
You wanna know a normal conversation? This is a normal conversation. (Silence)
MM:
(laughs) - Doesn't say anything.
JT:
Don't say a word. That's normal conversation. The other stuff is what I would normally say as if the party involved was excited to talk...
MM:
Party involved...
JT:
I would be talking.
MM:
You are a party involved.
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
JT:
Everything’s a write off. My sister’s like, “I’m gonna write it off.”
Jeneane’s like, “I’m gonna write it off.”
ND:
Oh, I know yeah.
JT:
Everyone’s gonna write it off! Marci’s gonna write…
In fact, people don’t make a living they just write stuff off.
ND:
I know.
JT:
But one day when they’re 80 years old it’s all gonna be taken away.
ND:
They’re gonna be fuckin’ sorry…
ND:
It’s all gonna be taken away.
JT:
It’s all gonna be taken away. They’ll be out in the street. Gonna be sitting around with some oatmeal drippin’ out of their mouths. It’s gonna be very cold. They’re gonna - their legs are gonna have like veins and really bad things sticking out of ‘em like coming out of the skin.
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position.
ND:
Johannesburg.
JT:
Johannesburg.
ND:
Tell me what’s the word? Johannesburg. Tell me what’s the word?
JT:
Johannesburg. Tell me what’s?
ND:
You don’t remember that from Saturday Night Live? I can’t believe it.
JT:
No Nononononononononononononono No I don’t. No I don’t. No I don’t. No I don’t. No I don’t.
Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t No I don’t. No I don’t. No I don’t. No I don’t.
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Night Live. Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Night Live.
Saturday, Saturday, Saturday Night Live. Saturday Night Live. Saturday Night Live.
Saturday Night Live. Don’t Remember. Don’t Remember. Don’t Remember. Saturday Night Live.
‘Cause I don’t watch TV - ‘Cause I don’t watch TV - ‘Cause I don’t watch TV - No I don’t watch TV
Not Saturday Night, Saturday Night, Saturday Night I’m usually in the studio doin’ something else.
Usually in the studio doin’ something. Wish I could be on Saturday Night. Wish I could be on Saturday Night. And do something’. But I’m not on there. I’m usually doing something else. Something else. Something else. Saturday Night. Saturday Night. Saturday Night. Saturday Night.
Saturday Night. Saturday Night. Saturday Night. Saturday Night. Saturday Night. Don’t remember. Don’t remember. Don’t remember. No I don’t remember. Don’t remember. Said, don’t remember. Don’t remember.
Don’t remember. Nemanemane don’t remembermanemanemanema. Johannesburg! Johannesburg! Johannesburg! Johannesburg! hannesburg - hannesburg
Johannesburg! Johannesburg! Johannesburg!
hannesburg - hannesburg
Ahhhhhhhh…
JT:
His available air-sacks were - were now…
ND:
He did not have enough air-sacks available.
They were closed for the evening.
Father Flash:
Phillip, these air-sacks are getting a little bit too high.
Hey Phillip, gimme ah - Gimmie a bunch of air-sacks.
Hey cut me a little slack on this one will ya Phillip?
Cut me some slack! For Christ sake we just left.
What do you wanna eat already?
Jesus Christ. Cut me some slack for Christ Sake!
You wanna pee? You wanna pee now?
Hey, do me a favor will ya? Cut me a little slack on this one Phillip!
We’ve been driving for ten minutes and you wanna take a shit already!
Everything's a write off
Everything's a write off
It is!
Everything's a write off
Everything's a write off
Yeah, so what?
Johannesburg...
|
||||
5. |
||||
|
PURE STUPID SOUND COLLAGE
So many things in this life time keeps me guessing
Why in the world do I often feel this fear?
According to plan and right on cue events unfold so quickly
All this time I spend worrying while I’m here
It’s stupid
Pure Stupid
Take me back and wash me down again
It’s stupid
Pure Stupid
When will I get it?
It's pure stupid.
It is!
It's pure stupid.
Pure stupid
It's stupid
Pure stupid
It's stupid
Pure stupid
It's stupid
Pure stupid
Hello?
It's stupid
STUPID!
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position
ND:
Thumb sticks!
It’s morning in here and I can’t get up
I can’t get out of bed to day
It’s morning in here and I think I’m stuck
I got my leg stuck in a bag
I gotta get up and water in the middle of night
But everything just came apart
I tried to get up once in the middle of night
But everything just came apart
Oh!
Here I am in the middle of bed
Stuck to the sheets right for to my head
I think the blood’s comin’ out of my leg
I can’t seem to get up today
Hoe!
Wow!
Whoa!
Hoe!
Take it away Chris!
Thank you ladies and gentlemen, and good night!
He took it away
Thank you for taking away the pain
(Trumpet Interlude)
ND:
Will you drill me? Alright let’s go.
MM: Ohhh
JT:
Put your head back here comes the drill.
SS:
Ha ha ha ha ha…
MM:
‘Scuse me but there’s Ginger’s here.
SS:
There’s Gingers in the room.
JT:
There’s a lot of Ginger here.
ND:
There’s a lot of Ginger and garlic in this room.
JT:
Who’s got their legs open?
ND:
Big time. Oh Jesus… Who’s got their legs…
I smell garlic. Ginger close your legs! Ha ha ha ha ha……
MM:
Aw, you’re disgusting!
SS:
That really was totally uncalled for…
MM:
That’s really disgusting!
JT:
You filthy pirate!
DM:
Che…
ND:
Yeah, but John liked it. Here we go. Ha ha ha
SS:
No but really that was disgusting.
MM:
Well, then it was worth it.
JT:
Where do you want to take it?
ND:
Whoa, and their pants did fall in front of them all…
MM:
Whoaaaaa…
ND:
Do it really low like - Ahhhh…
MM:
Ahhhh…
ND:
Yeah, that’s good.
MM:
Ahhh.
ND:
Whoa, and their pants did fall in front of them all…
MM:
Ahhh.
ND:
That’s great! That’s sick and twisted. I like it! I want more!
DM:
Ha ha ha… I am a buffalo soldier.
ND:
Zanzibar. We always stand in a buffalo stance.
DM:
I want a buffalo wing. I am a - I ate a buffalo wing.
JT:
I like buffalo soldier.
MM:
Ginger’s in the blessing business.
DM:
Down in Jamaica. I am American rasta.
ND:
Buf.. Buffalo bags.
DM:
Talking ‘bout Mafia.
ND:
Ok. let’s do it again. Same thing.
MM:
Dennis man, what’s the matter?
ND:
Ya got the cassette running man? This is great.
DM:
I am a buffalo soldier.
SS:
One toke over the line sweet Jesus.
ND:
Buffalo bags! Everybody. Boom ditty, Boom ditty, Boom - Buffalo bags!
Right? Boom ditty, Boom ditty, Boom - Buffalo bags!
DM:
Bags!
SS:
Bags!
ND:
Good. I love that! Here we go.
AHHHHHHH…..
We’re!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It’s stupid. Pure stupid.
|
||||
6. |
||||
7. |
||||
|
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position.
Reporter X:
A fiery train derailment released toxic chemicals into the air, ground and water that day. The impact of this disaster still effecting those who live there.
|
||||
8. |
||||
|
Mom:
Help Me!
You’re sorry
You’re so depressed about your life
You want to die but no end in sight
You feel so hopeless but your will to fight is still in the air...
The air
Mom:
Help Me!
Marie:
(continuous babbling)
Kathleen:
Help!
Help!
Help!
Help!
Mom:
Oh well, what are you gonna do?
(Various moaning and baby doll laughing)
Cecelia:
Who's crying?
I don't wanna get up!
I don't wanna get up I said.
This would make me sick!
This would make me sick!
This would make me sick!
Get her off me!
Get her off me!
The only thing she ever thought of was un-right.
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume The Position.
JT:
Crazy man - crazy.
That it’s come down to this tortured reality
Mom:
John!
John Tabacco!
Come and get your mother!
Come and get your mother! Uh. Uh.
LS:
Unbelievable.
Mom:
Help Me!
|
||||
9. |
There Is No Spoon (a)
04:32
|
|||
|
THERE IS NO SPOON
VC:
Did you ever have a dream and you know it was from eating too much pizza?
Ya gotta hear this guy. He’s out of the box. Or he’s in the box. Or he’s got no box.
JT:
There is no spoon.
There is no spoon.
There is no spoon.
There is no… spoon!
VC (speaking in tongues):
Shanderow becomb da da Beshindera mo-sow
Row kay ditty beshandera masewn nada masaah
Oh benebeshideray, beshideray, beshideray, baeshaa
JT:
There is no spoon.
I said there is no spoon.
There is no…
There is no spoon!
There is no!
VC:
Would you be interested in going out on a date with me with me tonight?
I said hummadah, hummadah, hummadah, hummadah.
My God! I was seeing a lot of different things but I didn’t see that!
Peter, there are fish. Go!
The world thought when Christ came he was coming in a Jaguar…
Rah-koot-tallah basandorrow beau-shoe - I take the spirit of charge over you in the name of Jesus…
(Bubbly mouth sound) - He kept on doin’ that. I said, “OK”. I said listen to me.
But let’s go to the-a perfume box that was broken over Christ’s foot.
Gimme that old time religion. Gimme that old time relig…
And that’s what they got!
HOT DOG JESUS!
Man’s sloppy - a- goppy love.
Warp ah ah hum, Warp ah ah hum, Warp ah ah hum
Honey, who’s at the door? It’s Sakeeass honey.
What does that rat want? Shut the door in his face!
No honey. No, no, listen…
Let Peter out. Let Peter out!
Touch it.
Feel it.
Smell it.
In my prayer time I’m not - I no axe out with nobody and I got no axe to grind.
And that angel grabbed his thigh and put him in a limp mode.
Now, I personally don’t believe Christ was talking about mountains.
And I tell ya for you prophetic type out there I was seeing M&M everywhere I went.
And opinions to me are like armpits. Everybody has one.
You white wash Seplacas.
Ah, get those Hebrew boys.
But my God I’m - I’m eating the husk of the pigs. But when I was in my father’s house.
I’ve gotta be a jumper cable to bring them out of the dung heap of yesterday.
It was impossible until Jesus Croast…
(Burp)
I just ate. I’m sorry.
For Christ’s body in- indelibly marked in my mind and it’s unforgettable!
I’m gleaming that off of Jackie Gleason: “Me and my big mouth.”
Looking.
Talking.
Smellin’ like Jesus Christ.
No longer swinging the sword and not hitting the arbject.
Operation ketchup!
Operation ketchup!
Operation ketchup!
Operation ketchup!
Operation ketchup!
Operation ketchup!
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position.
JT:
There is no spoon.
There is no spoon.
There is no spoon.
There is no spoon.
There is no spoon.
There is no spoon.
There is no spoon.
There is no spoon.
There is no spoon.
VC:
If there’s one thing I hate. I hate the religious spirit.
Randerlbow masheally anderable becoup!
|
||||
10. |
Arte Povera's Dream
04:20
|
|||
|
JT :
Well, there a just some things I just don't understand.
And a lot of things you don't understand. And a lot of things that are happening in my life I just don't even bother to tell you these things because I know you have other concerns and to be honest with ya, I don't think you really wanna listen to what I have to say anymore.
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position...
Greek Chorus:
Tears of resigned.
A.I. Josh:
Until my life’s paper work is completed and filed, there is a skilled mechanic named Arte Povera. Arte loves nothing more than fixing cars and making them run like new. He is known all over his town for his exceptional talent and passion for his work. One day, Arte will be offered a job at a new auto manufacturing prison where the best mechanics from around the world will be sent to work. The prison, known for its strict rules, long hours, and low pay, somehow intrigues Arte and he is eager to put his skills to the test, so he will accept the offer. However, after working in the prison for a few weeks, Arte will realize that he has made a terrible mistake. The prison is like a living nightmare, with endless work and no hope of escape. Arte will be trapped there, with no way out, and he will grow more and more miserable every day. One day however, Arte will have an epiphany. As the author of this story I’ll will give him one just for shits and giggles. I’ll make him realize that the only way to escape the prison is to die. I’ll make him so desperate to leave that he will decided to stop eating, knowing that he will soon starve to death. As Arte's body grows weaker and weaker, he will feel a sense of relief and peace. He’ll believe that his soul will soon be free, and without a doubt, no longer be trapped in this auto manufacturing nightmare.
Just as he is about to take his final breath, I’ll make Arte open his eyes and come face to face with the existential horror that he is still in the prison, lying in his bed. His life has all been a dream. I’ll make him laugh and throw up at the irony of it all, knowing that he is trapped in a place where he can never truly escape, not even “in his dreams!” Arte Povera will continue to put his mechanical skills to use for the rest of his life, while always searching for a way to escape, but never finding it. When I finally make him die a bitter, confused and hopeless old man, still trapped in the auto manufacturing prison, (a prisoner of his own passion and skill), he will then be recycled to live this life again, vaguely remembering anything of his past incarnation. What a bitch?!
But that’s the kind of hair-pin author I am.
|
||||
11. |
||||
|
CONSUME THE POSITION
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position.
LN:
A really nasty, (blew it) rainy day
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position.
LN:
I always react like this when it rains.
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position.
LN:
Near the debate. In New York City.
As it is 72… Not!
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position.
LN:
Everyday it might be a conspiratorial mind…
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position.
JT:
So many ants on my face!
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position.
JT:
Too many ants in my shoe.
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position.
LN: (multiple mysterious complaining)
Do it again!
We’ve lost freedom and privacy.
We don’t care about that either because we don’t care.
I think I’ve made my point.
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position.
LN:
Don’t forget to comment…
Don’t forget to comment…
Don’t forget to comment…
Don’t forget to comment…
Don’t forget to comment…
Don’t forget to comment…
|
||||
12. |
||||
|
POLLACK’S SYNESTHESIA THANKSGIVING
Pilgrim wife:
What do you think? Tin or Wood?
Pilgrim husband:
Hey, they know this isn’t a bris, right? It almost looks like an invitation to me.
Pilgrim wife:
I don’t want the Ménage à trois handmaidens talking behind my back.
Pilgrim husband:
May your yams be delicious and your pies take the prize.
Pastor Reasonable:
Can we all please bow our heads?
Pilgrim husband:
Did I hear you right?
You want to invite the Ménage à trois tribe over for a sit down?
Pilgrim wife:
It’s just a snack. A snack!
Pilgrim wife to Indian chief:
I hope you brought a turkey scooper with ya. ‘Cause I don’t wanna be stepping’ in no turkey giblets.
You hear me?
LOOK AT ME WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU!
|
||||
13. |
Hyper Moptop Jam
05:24
|
|||
14. |
||||
|
CONSUME THE POSITION POSTLUDE
JT's subconscious:
How does it feel?
Truth chorus:
Tears of resign!
JT's subconscious:
How does it feel?
Truth chorus:
Tears of resign!
JT's subconscious:
How does it feel?
Anti Reptilian chorus:
Had the nerve to call me something like a slut
You look just like a garbage can cleaning out your but
I hate you baby
I hate you
I hate you baby
I do
Pseudo Beefheart:
Consume the position.
An Akai first take on “All of a Sud’n”:
Label line canary
Stuck on 64
Situated high on a limb tree
Waiting’ for a gallon of "Zimtree"
Stuck on the laundry
Waiting’ for canary
JT :
Nurse!
Reptilian chorus:
Good God!
We are snake people. We are snake people.
Good God!
Good God!
We are snake people. We are snake people.
God God! Here we come again!
A.I. Josh:
Consume the position. This was the stance the ants took as they ate away at my decaying body.
This is what it all came down too. And to make matters more meaningless, it would soon all be forgotten as the sun exploded for entirely no foreseeable reason.
Gone.
Like nothing ever was.
Non existence in an instant.
For what? We may never know.
But while it lasted it felt good some of the time.
And the times it felt bad… well, those memories and feelings no long sitting on the dinner table.
Incomprehensible nothingness came -a- knocking.
Come on in.
Come on out.
Nothingness…
|
||||
John Tabacco Stony Brook, New York
John Tabacco is a composer, singer-songwriter, producer, recording engineer, and visual
artist.
Like an unfolding musical diary / puzzle, Tabacco’s music and art are constantly being re-worked, juxtaposed and intertwined.
For more info : www.johntabacco.net
... more
If you like John Tabacco, you may also like:
Anthology II: Movie Themes 1976-1988
by John Carpenter
featured on Bandcamp Radio Oct 27, 2023
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Oct 28, 2022
go to album
Anthology: Movie Themes 1974-1998
by John Carpenter
featured on Bandcamp Radio Oct 24, 2017
go to album
Toronto artist Jonathan Relph works through depression on this bleak and beautiful album, half dream-pop and half ambient.
go to album
Themes For Buildings And Spaces
by Andrew Wasylyk
Andrew Mitchell, who records as Andrew Wasylyk, writes gentle, expansive songs designed to mirror his hometown of Dundee.
go to album
On their latest LP, Mogwai broaden their palette with rich synths and icy grooves.
go to album
The Assassination of Julius Caesar
by Ulver
The legendary black metallers go Depeche Mode, and the results are shockingly easy to love.
go to album
