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Maybe it's the gravelly drawl at the opening of "Just The Right Bullets," or maybe it's the rapid switch from pouring rain to bright sunshine, but I've been put in something that might be considered an unusual mood of late. This is a very unusual mood not so much in its' content, but in its' intensity. In light of this, I bring you a new user icon. I understand that some of you *coughcoughdorcuscough* are disturbed by my Dick Salad icon. Perhaps my new Cock Soup icon will be easier on your eyes.
Ask yourself: can you sing? Quite seriously, can you?
I had an incredibly vivid dream last night that I was in a musical I'd written. This musical was set in 1920s (or perhaps 30s) New York. I was a down-and-out gambler who'd just had his latest game busted up by the police. I wasn't a gang leader, so much as was well-respected a circle of grifters, gamblers, drinkers, and low-lifes. Well, I had a vision - a vision of opening a grand underground casino where all us lowlifes could go to drink, gamble, and do otherwise socially unacceptable things (such as take off our hats and ties). Along my musings as I wandered the lower east side, I bumped into the leader of a gang of knife-and-gun toting 'loose women' - not hookers, mind you, just more emancipated than 1920s NYC would like them to be. Well, she and I did the whole bursting into song thing where she made fun of my bad luck and I told her it didn't have to be like that, we could start a casino... and thus, the whole thing started. haildestrukto, fallenchloe and pouncykitten were all part of this girl gang, and they fell in with my boys - z0mb1, Greg, etc.
Us gang-leader types realized we'd need some capital to get the business started, and we decided to go to the most cutthroat but richest mobster we knew, the Guido Godol (godol being my brain's interpretation of 'high', because of kohen godol in Hebrew). Well, Guido Godol was a cutthroat, Guy Ritchie type of guy mobster... but was also a VERY Hasidic Jew. The Godfather of God. Played by cokeandsympathy. Hijinx ensued.
Casino is started, despite investigations from the chief of police as played by phar0. We have to ensure word gets out, business starts flowing; me and my boys handled the organization and word-of-mouth, the girls handled enforcing our law and making the place seem attractive to the perpetually over-horny peripheral characters. After all, it WAS a musical, and therefore sex appeal was more powerful than any other force possible. Included in this segment was a song done by the girls about how "there ain't nothin' wrong with any man a handful of bullets can't fix," a song by me about "when will fortune come to deliver; she better come this time or never." And some GENIUS work my brain thought up for Elijah as Guido Godol and his boys, which I somehow knew was called "The Hammer Song". Take the basic style and structure of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' "The Weeping Song," and make it work visually like the Axe Gang's dance number in Kung Fu Hustle. Then make the lyrics images about the mobster and his boys breaking kneecaps and hands with hammers - the hammers forming the percussive baseline of the song - as they extol the virtues of always getting your due, and how you best sacrifice the best and brightest just like they do to Yahweh.
Some seriously odd shit, I know.
What happened in the end? I didn't finish, but my premonition-sense (which I have in dreams) told me that the girls got the guys, the guys got the girls, and the police had to leave the casino alone because it was providing stimulation for the economy... and besides, the commish was on the take anyhow.
Seriously. It was a bizzare dream. With some pretty groovy dance numbers.
Ask yourself: can you sing? Quite seriously, can you?
I had an incredibly vivid dream last night that I was in a musical I'd written. This musical was set in 1920s (or perhaps 30s) New York. I was a down-and-out gambler who'd just had his latest game busted up by the police. I wasn't a gang leader, so much as was well-respected a circle of grifters, gamblers, drinkers, and low-lifes. Well, I had a vision - a vision of opening a grand underground casino where all us lowlifes could go to drink, gamble, and do otherwise socially unacceptable things (such as take off our hats and ties). Along my musings as I wandered the lower east side, I bumped into the leader of a gang of knife-and-gun toting 'loose women' - not hookers, mind you, just more emancipated than 1920s NYC would like them to be. Well, she and I did the whole bursting into song thing where she made fun of my bad luck and I told her it didn't have to be like that, we could start a casino... and thus, the whole thing started. haildestrukto, fallenchloe and pouncykitten were all part of this girl gang, and they fell in with my boys - z0mb1, Greg, etc.
Us gang-leader types realized we'd need some capital to get the business started, and we decided to go to the most cutthroat but richest mobster we knew, the Guido Godol (godol being my brain's interpretation of 'high', because of kohen godol in Hebrew). Well, Guido Godol was a cutthroat, Guy Ritchie type of guy mobster... but was also a VERY Hasidic Jew. The Godfather of God. Played by cokeandsympathy. Hijinx ensued.
Casino is started, despite investigations from the chief of police as played by phar0. We have to ensure word gets out, business starts flowing; me and my boys handled the organization and word-of-mouth, the girls handled enforcing our law and making the place seem attractive to the perpetually over-horny peripheral characters. After all, it WAS a musical, and therefore sex appeal was more powerful than any other force possible. Included in this segment was a song done by the girls about how "there ain't nothin' wrong with any man a handful of bullets can't fix," a song by me about "when will fortune come to deliver; she better come this time or never." And some GENIUS work my brain thought up for Elijah as Guido Godol and his boys, which I somehow knew was called "The Hammer Song". Take the basic style and structure of Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds' "The Weeping Song," and make it work visually like the Axe Gang's dance number in Kung Fu Hustle. Then make the lyrics images about the mobster and his boys breaking kneecaps and hands with hammers - the hammers forming the percussive baseline of the song - as they extol the virtues of always getting your due, and how you best sacrifice the best and brightest just like they do to Yahweh.
Some seriously odd shit, I know.
What happened in the end? I didn't finish, but my premonition-sense (which I have in dreams) told me that the girls got the guys, the guys got the girls, and the police had to leave the casino alone because it was providing stimulation for the economy... and besides, the commish was on the take anyhow.
Seriously. It was a bizzare dream. With some pretty groovy dance numbers.