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Options May 12, 2017

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Artist Track Album Label Comments Approx. start time
Mother Gong  Wassilissa   Options Fairy Tales  Charly Records    0:00:00 ()
 
Sunwatchers  Intro / Noise Beers   Options Sun Worship  No Label  https://sunwatchers.bandcamp.com/album/sun-worship  0:26:18 ()
Simply Saucer  More Illegal Bodies   Options Saucerland  Logan Hardware    0:40:07 ()
Gorilla Mask  Steam Roller   Options Iron Lung  Clean Feed    0:49:57 ()
Kas Product  Mind   Options Black & Noir  Soul Jazz    0:52:42 ()
Baker Trio  Scarface Pajamas   Options Baker Trio  No Label    0:56:51 ()
 
Not Waving  Ur Lucky Ur Still Alive   Options Populist  Ecstatic    1:11:14 ()
Abdou El Omari  Rajaat Laayoun   Options Nuits D'Été  Radio Martiko    1:11:29 ()
Gerry and the Holograms  The Forty Three   Options Gerry and the Holograms  Finders Keepers    1:17:29 ()
Tubifex  Symbols of Hate   Options Effanaar  Transgenero    1:23:52 ()
Morup Namgyal  Empire Zonga   Options VA: Where the Mountains Meets the Sky: Folk Music of Ladakh  Sublime Frequencies    1:31:30 ()
Gary Wrong Group  Floors of Fire   Options 2 X LP  12xu    1:31:39 ()
The Johnson Spiritual Singers  Jesus Will Fix It   Options Don't Let The Devil Ride  Detroit Gospel Reissue Project    1:37:57 ()
Battle Trance  Blade of Love   Options Blade of Love  NNA Tapes    1:45:10 ()
 
Ahmed Malek & Flako  Tape 23 Track 3   Options The Electronic Tapes  Habibi Funk    2:01:30 ()
Tyondai Braxton  Music for Ensemble and Pitch Shifter/Delay   Options Currents  No Label  performed by Yarn/Wire  2:13:35 ()
Alice Coltrane Turiyasangitananda  Er Ra   Options World Spirituality Classics 1: The Ecstatic Music of Alice Coltrane Turiyasangitananda”  Luaka Bop ‎    2:21:30 ()
Wolf Eyes  Thirteen   Options Undertow  Lowest Floor Music    2:32:27 ()
Sunwatchers  Gallagher III   Options Sun Worship  No Label    2:45:26 ()
Gas  Narkopop III / Narkopop IV   Options Narkopop  Kompakt    2:52:39 ()

Listener comments!

  Fri. 5/12/17 12:13am Nick Name:

Willkommen bienvenue welcome one and all
  Fri. 5/12/17 12:18am rw:

Hello!
Avatar Swag For Life Member Fri. 5/12/17 12:20am coelacanth∅:

hello Nick
i may not be on the board after this but i'll be listening.
(or trying to be. my fm AND my computer are acting up; but i think once i'm doing nothing else the computer will calm down)

- i like this mother gong track.
cheers!
  Fri. 5/12/17 12:30am Nick Name:

Hello rw
  Fri. 5/12/17 12:31am Nick Name:

Hello coelacanth∅, sounds good!
  Fri. 5/12/17 12:32am rw:

Hey Nick and Coelacanth. I also enjoyed the Gilli Smyth thing but lost track of the story somewhere in the middle. It all turned out okay, right?
Avatar Swag For Life Member Fri. 5/12/17 12:34am fleep:

Greetings Nick and rw and fish
The Sunwatchers cover art is keen sunwatchers.bandcamp.com...
  Fri. 5/12/17 12:37am Nick Name:

rw:
There was once a house near a big dark forest where a little girl called Wassilissa lived with her cruel step-mother and stepsisters. They made her do all the work while they painted their faces and admired themselves. Their father was away and her only friend was the doll her real mother had given her with her blessing before she died. One day, the fire went out. Her stepmother was very angry. "Now look what you've done… you'll have to go into the wood and fetch fire from the Baba Yaga", and she pushed her out of the door and slammed it.

Wassilissa walked for hours through the black wood, and just as Venus touched the horizon, she came to a path. The birds began to sing, and through the trees a man dressed in white rode past her on a beautiful white stallion, and the day came. Then the path became a wide track, she heard the sound of hooves again, and through a cloud of dust appeared a chariot drawn by winged horses. As it flew past she saw in it a man dressed in gold, who looked straight ahead and would not see her. The sun rose.

She journeyed on all that day until twilight, when she could make out in the distance a twinkling of lights, which became a cottage surrounded by a fence of little lights. As she got closer she saw that each fence post was a bone topped by a grinning skulll, whose eyes glowed like dark coals. There was a rush of wind, and a great black warrior on a black horse carrying a silver scythe rushed dby with hardly a sound, galloping straight into the cottage, and disappeared.

Wassilissa crept closer to the house. She could see now the gate latch made of a human arm, and the lock, that was a grinning mouth, full of teeth. She was just about to run away when she heard another sound… and round the corner slithered a mortar, steered by a woman with six arms. She was brushing away her tracks at the same time with a broom made of cats. "Aah, so you've come at last…well, you shall have your fire…but you must work for it…come in and serve me" and Wassilissa followed her in. "Bring me everything in the oven"…and she ate it all, leaving only some dry bread and water for Wassilissa.

"Tomorrow you must clean the house, sort the good corn from the bad in these four bushels, and cook me dinner by the time I come back, or I'll eat you". Then she went upstairs. Wassilissa couldn't sleep for fear, until the Doll whispered in her ear, "The morning is cleverer than the evening, go to sleep".

When she woke up the Doll had just finished sorting the last of the grain. So Wassilissa hurriedly cooked dinner and had just finished when the Baba Yaga returned. She was so angry when she found the house spotless, the corn sorted and the dinner on the table, but she said nothing, just clapped her hands and the three pairs of bodiless hands appeared, took the good seed and started grinding it into flour. Wassilissa couldn't look away.

"What are you staring at…why don't you say something?" "Who were those riders I passed in the forest?" "The white's the day, the gold's the sun and the black's the night, of course". "Where do you go when you leave the house?" "Be careful what you ask about other people's business…too much knowledge will make you old". Wassilissa wanted to ask about the hands, but dared not, and so the Baba Yaga said, "Very well, it's my turn, how did you manage to finish all the work in time?" "O, it was with my mother's blessing". "I don't want blessings in my house. Tomorrow you will have to do all you did today again, and sort out these three sacks of poppyseed",

Next day as the doll was finishing the work, Wassilissa was seized by a terrible curiosity to explore. So she went upstairs, and opening a huge iron door, found herself in the middle of a beautiful room full of strange things. In front of her was a mirror, and as she approached it she saw the reflections of a faraway town. In the foreground stood an old man, talking to an old woman dressed in rags. As Wassilissa leant forward to try to hear the conversation, the man looked straight at her. His face was so sad she took a moment to realise it was her father, and she had to turn away.

Then she noticed an enormous copper bound book on a table. She tried to open it, but it was locked…then she noticed a little golden key lying beside it…it wass very heavy…but with a great effort she managed it, and had to clasp her ears…the book shut. She backed away, only to bump into a pedestal on which was fixed a beautiful crystal. Smoke swirled there and as she gazed into the multicoloured depths she began to see wonderful landscapes from a great height. Looking down, she saw a forest, and in the forest was a little cottage, and going in through the door was the Baba Yaga, and she was going up the stairs and opening the large iron door…

"So this is your mother's blessing", and Wassilissa was seized by the hair and dragged into the mortar. "Now you will see what you should not want to know".

And they slithered off through the forest. Soon they came to a large building which had strange smokes coming from it. Near a gaping mouth stood several large creatures. Some had animal heads on their bodies, others had too many legs and arms. They were grabbing bundles of people and throwing them into the mouth, which chewed them into small pieces. Suddenly Wassilissa felt a pair of claws take her feet, while something else coiled about her neck. She looked up to see a wolf and an eagle grinning down at her. She screamed and struggled for all she was worth, but the jaws came closer until they were all around her, and she felt no more.

The next thing she knew she was flying high over a beautiful country. She saw the sun, racing across the sky trailing sparks everywhere, so that a day passed in a second. Trees, plants and buildings grew before her eyes and collapsed again. Wassilissa just wanted to hover there, as winter followed summer followed winter, and watch the world grow older and older.

A moment later she was in the forest again, standing by a pond. She could hear the dreadful sound of the machinery in the distance, and was about to hide when she noticed her hands. They were full of deep wrinkles. She felt her face and the skin was ridged and rough to her touch. She looked in the still waters and saw the reflections of a bent old woman. Then the Baba Yaga appeared holding a skull on a pole with two glittering eyes…

"Now take your fire and go".

When she came to her stepmothers's house, Wassilissa was surprised at the kind welcome she received, because they did not see many strangers. She gave them the fire, and they set it in the hearth. It was after supper, when they were all sitting round the blazing fire, that Wassilissa realised they had not recognised her, for they were discussing her long absence. "Maybe she met the Baba Yaga after all, and was turned into a stone.". "Well, good riddance to her, is what I say". "But who will do the housework now she is gone?" "Maybe my husband will return soon", said the stepmother, and they all laughed. They were all staring into the fire meanwhile, and every lie they told caused a flame to leap out at them. Soon their heads were surrounded by a cloud of little dancing flames, so they looked like demons. Then came a knock on the door. They opened it to see their father standing there, tired and dusty from his long journey. He seemed not to see the flames, but straightaway fell to asking about Wassilissa.

"For night after night I have been having the most terrible dreams. I became so fearful for my sweet daughter's life I have had to return, but I see she is not here".

"We sent her to fetch fire from a friend in the wood, but she has not returned yet"…Then Wassilissa said, "As I journeyed through the wood I passed a pretty girl on the track to the Baba Yaga's house. Maybe I may guide you there to rescue her.

"Let us start at dawn", said her father. And so they did.

By mid morning they had come to the little cottage in the wood but there was no-one there so they went on and came at last to the mill. There they saw the Baba Yaga directing her slaves.

"So you have come back, have you, and brought him with you, seize them and throw them into the mill".

They were quickly surrounded by the horrible slimy forms and many hands gripped their arms and legs and dragged them down to the giant grinning mouth. But it was slowing down, and gradually it stopped, and then started again, in reverse. Struggle as they might, they soon felt that indescribable pain, and both lost consciousness.

This time it seemed to Wassilissa that a stream was flowing up her back and into her head. It became stronger and stronger, becoming a river which swept all her experiences away into the ocean of oceans. Her hands and face felt young again, and beside her stood her father, wiser than ever before. The Baba Yaga appeared in the form of a goddess, beautiful and terrible. Her skin was smooth and black, and seemed to glow from within with a fire. In one of her hands she held a mirror, and in it they could see an image of their faraway home. There was no sign of the stepsisters and stepmother, but the skull was still burning, and where the women usually sat, there were some small piles of ashes. As she looked at them, the Baba Yaga said,

"Those who hate will be consumed by fire, to those who love, life is given again and again again"…
  Fri. 5/12/17 12:38am rw:

Holy cow. Thanks Nick! You typed that from memory I hope.
Avatar Swag For Life Member Fri. 5/12/17 12:39am fleep:

Never been scared by the comment board before. That's a first.
  Fri. 5/12/17 12:39am Nick Name:

Hello fleep: thx for that link , will put on playlist
Avatar Swag For Life Member Fri. 5/12/17 12:49am fleep:

Got a live police pursuit on TV right now, sound muted, Simply Saucer is now the soundtrack. Guy on motorcycle 100+ mph
  Fri. 5/12/17 12:49am zenkoan:

Taking a break from pogo-ing madly around the room to say hello!
  Fri. 5/12/17 12:54am Nick Name:

@fleep: did he get away ?
  Fri. 5/12/17 12:54am Nick Name:

Hello zenkoan
Avatar Swag For Life Member Fri. 5/12/17 12:59am fleep:

Nick, still under way. Cycle has no plates, top speed now 130 mph
  Fri. 5/12/17 1:03am Nick Name:

@fleep: wow - keep us updated , thats if you are still watching
  Fri. 5/12/17 1:03am rw:

fleep, yikes. Let's hope nobody dies. Is it in Southern California?
Avatar Swag For Life Member Fri. 5/12/17 1:06am fleep:

rw Lake Forest on I5, down your way. Mission Viejo now
Avatar Swag For Life Member Fri. 5/12/17 1:15am Alejandroool:

this album's been a popular one, also been enjoying it. Wonder how long that pursuit will last!
  Fri. 5/12/17 1:15am rw:

Huh. I heard helicopters a few minutes ago. I5 is about 4 miles from here. I guess it's possible that's what they were. Again, I hope nobody dies.
Avatar Swag For Life Member Fri. 5/12/17 1:21am fleep:

He got to San Onofre, restricted air space! Chopper had to pull away, he got away, might make it to the border!
  Fri. 5/12/17 1:48am Nick Name:

Hello Alejandroool
  Fri. 5/12/17 1:52am Nick Name:

@fleep: he made it , good God!
  Fri. 5/12/17 1:53am Nick Name:

surprising as theres usually always a crash
  Fri. 5/12/17 1:55am Nick Name:

can't help but think of the OJ Simpson 'car chase' (crawl) whenever pursuits are on TV, it was the most ridiculous thing id ever seen
Avatar Swag For Life Member Fri. 5/12/17 1:56am Fud:

This show has been absolutely awesome. Thank you.
  Fri. 5/12/17 2:05am Nick Name:

Thankyou for checking in / listening Fud
Avatar Swag For Life Member Fri. 5/12/17 2:42am Ryab:

Is this Wolf Eyes - Thirteen?
Avatar Swag For Life Member Fri. 5/12/17 2:47am Alejandroool:

great show Nick, night all!
  Fri. 5/12/17 2:51am Nick Name:

Hello Ryab, yes you are correct, thx for the prompt to update the playlist
  Fri. 5/12/17 2:51am Nick Name:

thx for hanging Alejandroool - have a good weekend
Avatar Fri. 5/12/17 2:58am Fabian Nightmore:

I just wanna bliss out and listen to the rest of the show. I just wanna hang for the rest with y'all. I just wanna tell my 8am meeting to fuck the fuck off.

But, I won't. I'll sleep. I'll lack. I'll settle for less than.
Avatar Fri. 5/12/17 2:59am Fabian Nightmore:

and catch it i the archives. Always with love, NN.
Avatar Fri. 5/12/17 3:04am Fabian Nightmore:

WaitI There's not another hour? I can sleep without FOMO? We are blessed.
  Fri. 5/12/17 3:12am Nick Name:

Hi Fabian Nightmare - thx for hanging / checking in
  Fri. 5/12/17 3:12am Nick Name:

thx all - have a good weekend
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