It's Out There Feeding On Itself

by John Tabacco

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Last chord of "Start Living Life Again" sneaks up on us backwards throwing us into this rather dystopian future... JT : Well, this is what I want to do apparently right now. ND : Right. JT : Right now I wanted to just see how much, how long, how much, how much can I... ND : Torture. JT ...take. How much could I take? "Cause this way the benefits of a good thing will really, really be felt. ND : (hiss giggling) JT : I'll be saying, "Man now I'm - boy all that torturing... ND : (burps) JT : ...that we went through and stuff, now I feel so great. I'm glad we went through it because, it would have been over so quick. It would have been a fleeting moment of ecstasy and greatness. Instead we have to be tortured for many years. And then... JT (Imitating Mike Crum) : And then, they make you say what you gonna do. ND : I have to go to the bathroom. JT : Alright.
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I'LL SELL YOU A LIE Sisters paint your face 'cause that's what girls do And brothers shave ya face and don't cry There ain't no face on Mars if nasa says so And god created us in his image, oh... I'LL SELL YOU A LIE I'LL SELL YOU A LIE YOU'D BELIEVE I'LL SELL YOU A LIE YEAH BABY I'VE GOT A BRIDGE FOR SALE Take another bite of what you're eating If the FDA gets paid then it's alright Follow Mrs. Manners to make you perfect And pacify your kids with prime time TV - oh... I'LL SELL YOU A LIE I'LL SELL YOU A LIE YOU'D BELIEVE I'LL SELL YOU A LIE I'LL SELL YOU A LIE YEAH BABY I'VE GOT A BRIDGE FOR SALE Everywhere I go I'm bound to choke on some Billboard joke plastered next to me Many sacred things that once had meaning Stand for something shallow which i don't agree What a crime... I'm livin' in one of those ice cubes painted in a magazine I'm part of the machine I'LL SELL YOU A LIE I'LL SELL YOU A LIE YOU'D BELIEVE I'LL SELL YOU A LIE I'LL SELL YOU A LIE YEAH BABY I'VE GOT A BRIDGE FOR SALE Nothin' but the sun can make me doubtless Nothin' but my mind can keep me cool Hope I never lose this truth i'm feeling Even when I'm faced Even when I'm faced with unwritten rules All I want is the truth Just gimmie some truth All I want is the truth No, I don't think we're ever gonna make it to the place To the place that pumps the gasoline No, I don't think we're ever gonna make it to the place To the place that pumps the gasoline
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27b Stroke 6 08:24
Todd Reynolds : Open up your mind! Best done with a hammer! JT / ND : Little Brown Jug, Little Brown Jug, Little Brown Jug, Little Brown Jug. Little Brown Jug. LITTLE BROWN-EHEHEHEHE! BASIC BE-BOP THEME The Priest : Hello, it's the Priest, and more of my new concepts in animal design. Number 14 : Feed nothing but bread to chickens and they'll shit French toast. Goodnight and shut up! BASIC THEME (VARIATION 1) AND NEW IDEA # 1 JT : Lets have a DNA roast! ND : Lets have a DNA look-a-like contest! BASIC THEME (VARIATION 1) AND NEW IDEA #2 Small JT : Excuse me. Does this cake have any safety features? Small ND : Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! NEW IDEA # 1 The Priest : Quick Phillup give me the camera. I wanna take a picture of this woman's malignant tumor. NEW IDEA #3 The Pirest : Shut up! NEW FAST IDEA #4 ND : Oh. but does it smell different? JT : Ohhhhh! BASIC THEME (VARIATION 1) AND IIDEA # 1 Smokey Lee Webster wrestling wid "IT" : Narrump! Fraaa! Awrrrgh! Errrough! Ack! NEW FAST IDEA #4 WE IZ member 60's : Shit. Oh, umm. Ok. Back, back, back, ma hum. SHORT NEW IDEA #4 The Priest : Put your flies back in the pocket until after the program! CHICKEN PECKING IDEA Younger Priest : God gave it to man. That's all! That's all you have to know. Stop asking questions! Phillup : Erving! ND : God gave it to man, ya fat pig! Now just accept it. Smokey Lee Webster wrestling wid "IT" : Love it! Limp. Ahhhh erough, rowe,rowe,rowe,rowe, rowe Ack! AHHHHHHHH! NEW IDEA # 5 "Oh Willy, Oh Why" guitar soloing juxtaposed over a live setting sort of emulating a Frank Zappa concert. Gerry Palisi : Guitar BASIC MELODY VARIATION GOING OFF INTO A TRITONE VAMP JT : Something's in the trunk and it's bubbling. ND / Laura Tabacco : (giggling) OPENING THEME Small JT : Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa... Six grader in a frog suit! Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haaa... Six grader in a frog suit! Cha! Feel my pulse. Six grader in a frog suit! YES!
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ND : Apparently saxophone is out of style anyway I mean, when Fagen starts sampling the sax... JT : Yeah, really... ND : And playing that as the solo... JT : Well... ND : Instead of an actual sax... JT : Then we have another... ND : Then... JT : The another era... ND : We're in another league JT : Another era of things. Unless ya gonna be David Sanborn. Bad imitation of David Sanborn riff : Bip ba... Bip bah (laughs) ND : Yeah. JT : bab bip bah bah bip! ND / JT : Bah ba banka bip JT : (laughs) David Sanborn ladies and gentlemen. Bip bah Bip! ND : (laughs) That's our, that's our own imitation. We have a very fine line of David Sanborn rip offs. JT : Yes.
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IT COULD ONLY HAPPEN TO ME Got a cemented bed Got a plate in my head I got a room with x-ray eyes Got a drug pushin’ crew Got a horse made of glue And I got a laugh that suffers and cries Well it could only happen - happen to me It could only happen - happen to me Got a vinyl knit suit Got a violated root I got some clamps that fit me tight Got a shut up request Got a dummy up test I got some food I can’t even describe! When the flash light dies and the sheets get dry Mother Mary doesn’t look the same There’s a big black chair I remember well And the way I used to scream your name So what if I should choke to death on frozen cherries? I own the plot next to the love I buried there! Yeah it could only happen to me - well it could only happen... (A David Sanborn rip off plays here while the singer tries to cough up a cherry) Yeah, it could only happen - happen to me Well, it could only happen - happen to me It could only happen etc...
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MAMA USED TO WHISPER IN MY EAR The news comes fast It's hard to settle down Messages and signals keep you tumbling around So much for the dead lines and the fun between your hands Someone's life has ended and it's time to change your plans Oh don't be sorry - Oh don't be sad - Oh not to worry Mamma used to whisper in my ear: “See it through and over come your fear” The news comes fast It interrupts us all It keeps the flow from flowing when we finally grab the ball Can't keep happy endings Happy endings never last Just when you had it figured out it messes up yo' ass Oh don't be sorry Oh don't be sad Oh not to worry Mama used to whisper in my ear “See it through and over come your fear” “Trust the inner voices that you hear” “Peace be called a river when your dying day is near!” ( Rivibra solo flows here... ) Oh don't be sorry Oh don't be sad Oh not to worry Mama used to whisper in my ear “See it through and over come your fear” “Trust the inner voices that you hear” “Peace be called a river when your dying day, your dying day is near!”
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IT'S HIM, IT'S HIM, IT'S HIM !!! It's him - It's him He's out of his mind He's not making sense and he makes the dog cry Well it's him - it's him - he won't tell us why He's keeping us up and our phone lines are tied Well it's him - it's him - it's him - yeah it's him Help me end his ways Lock'em in a crater rig on the moon If we don't our kids will pay And the future won't be any fun! It's him - It's him He's noxious and rude He's got a disease and he's stealing our food Well it's him - it's him - I wish he would c r o a k He's leaving the lights on and that's why we're broke Well it's him - it's him - it's him! Good god it's him! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPDFUHCH8Do&index=30&list=UUq7UDOqXdL6_Zzd6OsmXXYg
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OH WILLY, OH WHY? It can't be your sole ambition Just to be a name they mention In the news of last weeks body count You're acting like you're on a mission And dear god knows that you won't listen But you must see how it could turn out Do you choose to lose - Do you say what's the use There's no grace here to fall from Can you stand to care - Is it too much to bare Or is it best to stay numb Oh Willy oh why If you're playin' some kind of game you're out of time Oh Willy oh why Do you hear them cry It's a shame - it's a sin - it's a crime Oh Willy oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, Oh why...Oh Willy I don't want to preach a lesson There's no need to hear confession You don't have to answer to me I know you'll choose your own direction But I'm afraid from your expression That I know just where this could lead Oh Willy oh why If you're playin' some kind of game you're out of time Oh Willy oh why Do you hear them cry It's a shame - it's a sin - it's a crime Oh Willy oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why... Oh Willy oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why... Why Why Why Why? Do you choose to lose Do you say what's the use There's no grace here to fall from Can you stand to care Is it too much to bare Or is it best to stay numb Oh Willy oh why.... And I know you hate your life's not fair And you only want to get your share But I know there's blame enough to spare Tell me why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why !!! If you're playin' some kind of game you're out of time Oh Willy oh why Do you hear them cry It's a shame - it's a sin - it's a crime Oh Willy, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, Oh why...Oh Willy, tell me why,oh why, oh why, oh why, oh why, Oh why, tell me why, tell me why, tell me why Oh Willy, Oh Why?
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ANOTHER LONELY DANCER Blah blah blah bla blah blah blah and she hates to watch her kid Complaints from another lonely dancer Could not lose the weight that fast so her husband had to split He left her for a skinnier lonely dancer MG : They say that I'm wrong, unaware or I’m crazy I’m not really sure what they mean They tell me I'm dated and foolish and jaded And I should give up smoking these I should give up smoking these Raise the rent or blow this guy 'cause the money isn't there It sucks for another lonely dancer Parents died to Florida now no one's here to care What's new for another lonely dancer? MG : They say that I’m wrong , unaware or I'm crazy I'm not really sure what they mean They tell me I'm dated and foolish and jaded Living my life on the streets They say that I'm useless or dumb or I’m lazy And I should give up smoking these I should give up smoking these... MG : Ohh! Pseudo FZ : Those high school memories up on the screen MG : Oh my god! They were the best of times in her Jordasche™ jeans She was the dancing queen... MG : That's not... Oh my God! Mirror chat with practice smiles as she tightens up her bow Is there hope for another lonely dancer? Puts the gun inside her purse Tonight they're gonna know The rage of another lonely dancer MG: They say that I’m wrong , unaware or I'm crazy I'm not really sure what they mean They tell me I'm dated and foolish and jaded Living my life on the streets They say that I'm useless or dumb or I’m lazy And I should give up smoking these I should give up smoking these... (coughing fit) MG : I don't know what they're talking about!." (coughs to death)
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AN ACT OF VIOLENCE? She takes a beating every night right on cue He takes his anger out on her after they screw Well, is it just an act of violence or a deep genetic plan? Is it just an act of violence - it’s hard to understand Is it just a vow of silence she’s taken for this man? Make a break - Take a chance and say a prayer She hides her bruises but it shows, when she’s at work Her friends they tell her to her face “HEY,THIS GUY’S A JERK.” Well, is it just an act of violence or a deep genetic plan? Is it just an act of violence - it’s hard to understand Is it just a vow of silence she’s taken for this man? Make a break - Take a chance and say a prayer Make a break - Take a chance It’s cross you should not have to bear! This situation hasn’t changed it got worse Some might sustain they trust in God and Eve was cursed Well, is it just an act of violence or a deep genetic plan? Is it just an act of violence - It’s hard to understand Is it just a vow of silence she’s taken for this man? Make a break - take a chance and say a prayer Well, is it just an act of violence or a deep genetic plan? Is it just an act of violence - It’s hard to understand Is it just a vow of silence she’s taken for this man Make a break - take a chance and say a prayer Make a break - take a chance and say a prayer Make a break - take a chance ... IT’S A CROSS YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE TO BEAR!
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CILLA-SIGH-BEEN_ROOT Cilla-Sigh-Been-Root Hugging her vermouth Spies a cricket in a shadow cricking on her boot Then like a jaguar, she would leap in the air And land right down on it's head, Crushing dead And it made a crunch like a little bit of lettuce in your teeth Root felt less incomplete. In control... Like a god... Taking a life simply was the best, considering her Daddy used to make her get undress each night And run his milky tongue between her legs She’d cry...but no one ever heard her make a peep Inside her teenage room.... (MTV flashback) This could be the story of a girl who tries to have her father put in jail Or maybe she'll be threatened, told to shut her mouth if she tells her tale One never knows till the writer takes us down the route He or she thinks best for our eyes and ears to explore: The social right and wrongs in this world lord, if any apply it's kind of hard to tell What with the deep religious contradictions and fictions of God... And truth
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SENSITIVE JOAN Sensitive Joan Lost her money so she tried for a loan The bank decided since her color was black They couldn't trust her to pay it all back Well she frowned and cried and left the building And just right then the bank burst into flames Sensitive Joan Her righteous preacher tried to jump on her bones He tied her down with his rosary beads I guess the lord was not fulfilling his needs Well, she frowned and cried and cursed the father And the old man's vessels popped behind his eyes... He went blind J o a n There are fools who try tearing you down to the smallest size They have no clue where your powers reside But I'll keep a tab on your alibis You have a gift from the other side I wish that I was so inclined Sensitive Joan - I’m cryin’ Sensitive Joan - got me spyin’ on you Sensitive Joan You know she never has to dial a phone She sends directly from an alternate plane The military tried to harness her brain Well, she frowned and cried and scared a general Suddenly there were missiles in the sky Headed straight for this guy! J o a n There are fools who try tearing you down to the smallest size They have no clue where your powers reside I'll keep a tab on your alibis You have a gift from the other side And I wanna know what you're thinking ? I know you don’t like to talk much - small talk doesn't cut it I know you're always thinking I can see the mechanics in your eyes I wonder what you're thinking - you sensitive girl, Joan Joan There are fools who try tearing you down to the smallest size They have no clue where your powers reside But I'll keep a tab on your alibis Joan There are fools who try tearing you down to the smallest size They have no clue where your powers reside But I'll keep a tab on your alibis You have a gift from the other side I wish that I was so inclined Sensitive Joan can you hear me? Sensitive Joan can you feel me tonight? Sensitive Joan can you hear me?
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A LITTLE MORE LOVE BETWEEN US “Infinite goodness means: Creating a being that you know in advance is going to complain.”* In this life there's so much pain inflicted Closing a door won't make the problems disappear In this life too many dreams restricted Faces cry So many scared So many are denied Faces filled with innocence shot down in their prime In this life things just don't make sense to me Extravagant cars, battle scars and starving families In this life no substitute for insanity You can find a heaven on earth That's what some people say But is all this pain and suffering The price we have to pay? Tell me it will come in my life Peace on Earth Please tell me there will be A little more love between us And a little less dirt In this life I feel lost and alone With a million other lost and lonely souls It's so cold But if we take the chance to pull together We can cross the river’s edge and dance Tell me it will come in my life Peace on Earth Tell me there will be A little more love between us And a little less dirt A little less hate between us And a lot less dirt
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It's out there feeding on itself. Feeding on me - feeding and feeding. It's following my every move. My every meaningless move. The nausea. The decay. The violation of all things sacred and true. All that is pointless and dark and diseased approaching... Unstoppable. Unyielding. Uninhibited. Spreading feverishly through the chaos. Exponential in all it consumes. There is no exit. No exception. Used to be caught without a reason and on a midnight train Maybe to find what I was missing - lost from way back when I really don't know Now I'm just slow and old
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I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M DOIN' BABE I don’t know what I’m doin’ babe I don’t know what I’m doin’ babe I don’t know etc... This is the first piece I wrote with composer and patron of the arts (namely for me and Nick) Dave Siegel. The title sums it up all right. It’s all subconscious night mare stuff from here on in. Let’s take a look inside shall we? RELAX, BREATH DEEP AND HOLD Close your eyes...relax...Breathe in deep and exhale slowly. Clear your mind of all negative thoughts and concentrate on your heart beat. Concentrate on this moment, which you have set a side for yourself in the universe... It is your space...Relax...Let white light seep into your soul... Be open...it feels good - Relax...focus...breathe deep... Let the white light transport you to a higher dimension... You are here... Imagine the warm soothing sensation of an crystal clear emerald river caressing your feet, running through your veins, circling your heart. Envision this emerald river flowing through a forest of satin pillows and soft creatures... Breathe deeper...faster.. deeper...relax... See yourself approaching a clearing in the forest. In the distance an enormous magnetic red rolling pin races towards you, but you are not afraid...Relax...and float... If a man with cake on his teeth materializes on your left and hands you a bar-bell made of tofu, ignore him, he is an earthly distraction you must be free of... Relax...breathe deeper and hold....hold... As the rolling pin gets closer think of all the tender moments you've spent with a loved one. Remember those feelings and how you thought they would never end... Never end... Well they're ending now, but it's ok. Just one more filling to go and you'll be out of here... Here...Rinse...Spit...That's good... IT'S OUT THERE (-) It's out there feeding on itself. Feeding on me - feeding and feeding. It's following my every move. My every meaningless move. The nausea. The decay. The violation of all things sacred and true. All that is pointless and dark and diseased approaching... Unstoppable. Unyielding. Uninhibited. Spreading feverishly through the chaos. Exponential in all it consumes. There is no exit. No exception. No secret place to hide. It will have me. It will have everything that ever was, is and will be; right from any imagined start point The life force - conceived to be infected with all of it's hopelessness, it's lies, it's dispersing emptiness. No god or infinite strong box can save me or you. It has always been over. Nothing more. Nothing less. It's over. Cilla-Sigh-Been-Root’s brother, Farben Root aka Smokey Lee Webster, goes for some serious root “canaling”. Under the influence of sweet air, the sly grey alien disguised as New age dental assistant T R I S H, does her best to comfort him but it’s no use. She can not sell him a lie. He must face his awful abduction. As the clasps, photon needles and drills tear into Smokey’s limp b o d y , an existential corner of his brain opens up and P r e s t o n Veeper Nicoles sneaks in and delivers the dark truth. SMOKEY LEE WEBSTER WRESTLES WID "IT" URBBB Z-SHURK SHUUU...FAAAHHHH! LIMP - LOVE IT - LIMMMMP!!! UGGURRRFFLLLIPPPERR-ACKKK e t c. . . The results of too much nitrous oxide? Who knows? Smokey Lee’s nightmare / (abduction?) now transports him nude on stage as the opening act for the Pen Parker Band. The audience, made up of many of Smokey Lee’s dead relatives, old girl friends, high school savages and little GREY guys are loving it. A video for this portion of the suite is available here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pxMHrx6q0PY
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WAITIN' AROUND AT QVC / I'M GONNA WAIT! JT / ND in a rental car, in Chester, PA in the QVC parking lot - JT : We're waitin' around, waitin' around, waitin' around forever waitin' around, waitin' around at QVC. It's 9:38. It's dark. It's sewage. I smell sewage outside. Nick DiMauro : Yeah, it's very vile. JT : It's very vile. And da... (camera click) the vileness is just part of the entire plot to just get us so sick that we... get so angry that we (Imitating Mike Crum)... that they make you and then! Then they disappear completely and then... then you're forced to try another thing. I'M GONNA WAIT! Naahyeah Naahyeah I’m Gonna Wait! I’m Gonna Wait! Naahyeah I’m Gonna Wait I’m Gonna Wait Namgonna Wait! I’m Gonna Wait Namgonna Wait! Wait Wait Wait Wait Namgonna... -break- Naahyeah I'm gonna Wait! I'm gonna Wait! Naahyeah I'm gonna Wait! Wait Wait Wait Wait I'm Gonna Wait! Naahyeah I’m Gonna Wait I'm Gonna Wait! I’m Gonna Wait I'm Gonna Wait Namgonna Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Neahyeah! Neahyeah! Neahyeah! Well, I'm Gonna Wait Well, I'm Gonna Wait Well, I'm Gonna Wait Well, I'm Gonna Wait Well, Namgonna Wait! Wait Wait Wait Wait Well, I'm Gonna Wait Neahyeah Well, I'm Gonna Wait Wait Wait Wait Wait Well, I'm Gonna Wait Neahyeah Well, Namgonna Wait! Well, I'm Gonna Wait Wait Wait Wait Wait Namgonna Wait Neahyeah Well, I'm Gonna Wait Wait Wait Wait Wait I'm Gonna Wait Wait Wait Wait Wait Well, I'm gonna wait Neahyeah Well, I'm gonna wait Neahyeah I'm gonna wait Neahyeah Well, I'm gonna wait!
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IT'S OUT THERE (-) It's out there feeding on itself. Feeding on me - feeding and feeding. It's following my every move. My every meaningless move. The nausea, the decay.. The violation of all things sacred and true. All that is pointless and dark and diseased approaching... Unstoppable Unyielding Uninhibited Spreading feverishly through the chaos. Exponential in all it consumes. There is no exit. No exception. No secret place to hide. It will have me. It will have everything that ever was, is and will be; right from any imagined start point The life force - conceived to be infected with all of it's hopelessness, it's lies, it's dispersing emptiness. No god or infinite strong box can save me or you. It has always been over. Nothing more. Nothing less. It's over.

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98% of the pieces in this collection were recorded and mixed sometime between 1993 - 1995 at Sonic Underground Studios, Stony Brook, NY

This CD is dedicated to the late composer Frank Zappa who altered the course of my life.

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released September 21, 2014

Those who have contributed considerably to this project are as follows:

JT : Most vocal stuff, keys, drum programming, occasional wimpy guitar, produce, all stages of veggineering

Gian DiMauro : Vocal, programming and production on "The Weight Of Nature" excerpt,
Programming on "Relax, Breathe Deep and Hold" and "The All American Tortoise Burger Tango"
Invaluable screaming and suffering on "Smokey Lee Webster Wrestles “Wid” It!"

Nick DiMauro : Various voices and conversations with JT found on "N & J Preamble", Weightabit and "27 b Stroke 6"
Lead vocal, programming, mixing and co- production on Oh Willy Oh Why
Recitiation on "Corny Muzak Train Of Doom" and "It’s Out There (-)"
Lead Vocal on "Everybody Wants To..."

Marci Geller : Pillowy, Bibblin’ Bird Back Up Vocals on "Weightabit"
Lead vocal on "Another Lonely Dancer" (Please note : Marci does not advocate or smoke cigarettes, cigars etc...)

Gerry Palisi : Electric “Willy” synchotic guitar on "27 b Stroke 6" and all electric guitars on "Oh Willy Oh Why?"

Dave Siegel : Lead vocal and various keyboard programming on "I Don’t Know What I’m Doin’ Babe"

Jim Dexter : Alien Guitar contortions on "Smokey Lee Webster Wrestles “Wid” It!"

Anthony Pomes : Xeno-maniac guitar on "An Act Of Violence?"

Stan Delman : Flailing Amex Pen Parker Saxiness on "The All American Tortoise Burger Tango"

J. (cp & suttle slips) Siebert : Sophisticated groans & psychotic laughter on "A Page In Pog’s 5 Subject Notebook" / "The All American Tortoise Burger Tango"

Patricia Amendolia : Ultra soothing “New Age” vox and dental assistant on "Relax, Breathe Deep and Hold"

27 b Stroke 6 features conversations from the 1986 road trip recording Across The USA In A Small Red Suburu™
Participants = Nick DiMauro, John & Laura Tabacco
Also heard on "27 b stroke 6" = Todd “open up your mind” Reynolds and Mr. “WE IZ” 60’s

Mixing console : Amek TAC Scorpion with a Rotel Amplifier
Playback : Yamaha NS10, JBL 4321
Mixdown : Panasonic DAT SV3700
Recording program ; Opcode Studio Vision version 2.0

Bob Ball : Sound Archeology™ (SA3) Re-Mastering, Editing suggestions and Belief
Ann Ball : Attorney expertise and generous food preparations
Donna Manvich, M.A. : Expedient Copyright Clearance
Sirka Wolvek Pfister Louca : JT in the lamp photo
CD design and art © 1995 by Farben Fosfeen Art Werks

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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.

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