Pain was involved in the production of this spectacle. I spent a
looooong 3-day weekend last week working on it to whack it into shape--
and when I finally crashed on Sunday night, I had to sleep on my left
side because my right clicking arn\m was a knot of agony. It felt like
my arm was attached to my shoulder with a fucking ICEPICK. I feel
Nickie's pain. But MOTHERFUCKER, after listening tot he end result, my
pain was richly worth it.
What a show it is! Sure, it's nothing but random bits strung together
and blended, but it achieve a truly weird verisimilitude. As per
usual, there's a lot of familiar memes strung throughout among the
hundreds and hundreds of soundbites, along with archly pertinent
background music that fell in so perfectly in certain spots it's
creepy. I even went out and got another stereo at a pawnshop so that I
was able to give the final cut a good stereo-speaker listen and tweak
it further before coming down to WREK.
DON'T HOLD ME TO THIS, but I expect I can wrap this whole Hurricane
thing up in about 3 shows. That'd be choice.
But then, uhh...
I'd have to remember how I worked this thing at all. SHIT! How the
fuck did I use to do it??? It's been so frickin' LONG...!
But at least, hating on George is still as fresh as a springtime
douche with a menthol cigarette up yer ass. YEAH!
So enjoy. My pre-shanks-giving gift to you.
THANK YOU JESUS!
> as fresh as a springtime
> douche with a menthol cigarette up yer ass. YEAH!
Poetry in motion.
Word.