#this took forever jeepers creepers

[odditycircus-2002]

Jeeper Creepers: Unexpected Turn of Events Chapter 1

CRAZY DRIVER

The weather cannot predict how the day may go. Sure, a lovely spring day with light breezes, the endless emerald pastures, and the clear blue sky dotted with ravens croaking their calls could be a herring for a bountiful or peaceful day. As a young caucasian college student, with the name Darius Jenner or Darry, with short brown hair and matching, eyes drove down the seemingly infinite road in his sister's, Patricia Jenner or Trish, car thought the weather means a pretty okay day. Said sister right next to him on the passenger's side, gazing out ahead of them with her mind occupied abput her regular life, not thinking of any of the dangers ahead. 

Then again, how could she have known? It seemed like another regular Spring Break and another regular trip to their parents' house like for the past few years. How could either sibling know that was all to end this year? To know about the horrors that lies ahead

"Just turn 15, you were a senior. You took me out to mom's old station wagon, The Dragon wagon, to teach me how to drive. But there was that one tree."

Darry recalls to his sister to pass the time, laughing at the memory. Trisha continues to stare ahead at the road, her eyes focusing on a stop sign ahead. 

"There was a guy banging the car while we were in the building."

Trish recalls. Darry gives a short chuckle before he continues.

"That's right. You actually lied for me."

Trish rolls her eyes, wonder, not for the first time, is she really related to this goober? Yet, Darry could see right through his sister's denial.

"No no come one, you lied for both of us. You actually did something decent for me, that's a part of history you can't change."

Darry concludes as he drives past a stop sign which Trisha notices as she glances back.

"That was a stop sign."

She points out to which Darry just shrugs off as he glances at his sister, incredulously.

"You're kidding right?"

"In your car, I'd be kidding."

She answers sarcastically as she glances at her brother to show her commitment to her statement.

" On this road? I haven't seen a car in fifty miles."

Darry answers back. They continue to drive at an average speed for cars on highways until Darry spots an RV. Feeling the familiar rush of sibling competitiveness, Darry speeds up to the RV, seeing no danger of it given the mostly vacant road.

"Come on Darry."

Trish warns in a half tired tone. She again had to ask herself, how did he remain alive for all these years, again? She already knew the answer, but it doesn't quite take away the annoyance that comes with her brother's antics. They drive up behind the RV to where they can see the vanity license plate that read,

"6A4EVR".

"Gay- Gay fever, no Gay forever! Gay forever! Ha! that's mine. That's 3 for little bro"

Darry claims in victory as they drive just a bit closer to the RV, seeing what he thought was a G, was actually a 6. Darry frowns dramatically at this which causes his sister to give a slight chuckle at his state, which only increases his frown.

"That's a 6, not a G you idiot. That's Sexy forever, that's mine and that's 5 to 2."

"Sh*t."

Darry mumbles disappointingly. Trish then glances over at Darry with a raised brow.

"Gay fever?"

Trish asks her brother incredulously. She just huffs in amusement, when they drove up to the driver's window to see an elderly couple, who didn't look too amused.

"Oh."

Darry utters out in realization, yet his tune changes after the elderly couple turn a corner and they drive past them.

" Sexy forever huh?"

Darry teases with a grin at his unamused sister.

"You know that's you in 40 years."

Trish deadpans to her brother, as she then proceeds to gnaw on a part of her reading glasses as neither had anything left to say, for now. They drive in silence for a good long moment, with their friend in the back snoozing away being the only sounds besides the road.

" You know there's usually a reason when you like the long way home." 

Darry starts, not wanting to beat around the bush and get straight to it. Better to rip the band-aid off, just as his sister would tell him. However, in this case, it would appear that Trish didn't want to hear it.

"Gee like, maybe I like the country?"

She retorts, turning her head to her brother with no trace of humor on her expression.

"Ok"

Darry replies, disbelief being definite in his tone.

' Geez, hypocrite much, sis? '

Darry thought to himself in irritation but decides in the end that he wasn't going to drop it.

"Just drive brat."

Trisha commands Darry, who persists with his questioning.

" Hey, I'm only thinking the same thing mom and dad are going to be thinking, "Trisha, why are you driving home for spring break with your brat brother, and not heading off somewhere with that nice Mr. Poly-side-track-team guy?"

Trisha rolls her eyes at Darry's "mom" voice and sighs. 

" I will tell them the exact same thing as I'll tell you, none of your Goddamn business."

Trisha again repeats, frustrated at her brother's insistence. Why can't he just let her keep her own damn life private? He's the baby, not her. 

" Better not let mama hen back there hear you." 

Darry teasingly warns, referring to the woman in the back with her luggage as well as the siblings'. She's a 6'1; olive skin; long messy caramel hair that goes past her waist slightly: full lips; a curvy figure; wearing converse, a teal bandanna, and a black baggie hoodie. This is Corbin: she is traveling with her close friends for the break since well, she's got nothing else to do or family to visit, at least that's what she told them.

"Oh please, she's knocked out like a light, something about late-night errands, and it goes the same for mama hen there, it's none of her business"

Indeed she was sleeping on the window, eyes shut with on hand on her cheek. Her long hair a mess from it rubbing against the door with some drool gathering at the corner of her mouth, signaling how truly asleep and dead she is to the world, currently.

"Oh you think Corbin and I can't understand the complex nature of your relationships?"

"No, I look at you two as real experts."

Trish replies back. She sometimes had to ponder in the depths of her mind, why would she tell her immature brother? How would he understand, when he never takes anything seriously? Corbin would be a no go too, knowing she'll pry even more insistently than Darry. Then maybe go kick whatever perpetrator there is where the sun doesn't shine. Darry just scoffs, trying to play it off.

" Heh, whatever, whatever I don't care."

Trisha then leans up to tune on the radio only to get crazy rambles, farmer reports, and about a lizard-headed demon. Annoyed with nothing decent is on, Trish gives up and shuts off the radio. Although, it's starting to sound

" Just saying that you should break it off with him, you should at least figure it out what you're going to tell Mom and Dad. They're the ones in love with the guy, or do I need to sick Mama Hen on the guy? Mmmhh? "

There was a silent pause, as Trish decides to just keep searching through different stations. Corbin not stirring at all from the back which Trish hopes would be the case for the rest of the trip.

"You wanted the back way home. That's 10 hours of preachers, farm reports..."

"Can you possibly just shut up and drive, please!"

Trish snaps. Ok, so sister is pissed, what do? Humor, the best way to go about this situation from what Darry knows. Darry then starts to sing, with a teasing smile.

"You broke my heart in two,

Now I can't find the duct tape

to put it together for you,

Come on, girl sing along now"

Darry says to his sister, oblivious to the large truck creeping behind them as he focused on the road ahead, ticking off his sister with every verse of his improvised song.

"When I met you, I thought I would die

I wanted to cry

Didn't know you were evil

or that you would hurt me

Mr. Poli-Sci-Track-Team guy,

Turns out your a twit and a real-"

HONK HONK!!!

"TAKE COVER GERRY! "

Corbin shouts in utter surprise, practically jumping out of her seat which results in her bumping her head on the ceiling turning her head in the Jenner siblings' view, to a large rusty looking truck that being driven as if it were by a crazy driver.

" What the hell is his problem?!?"

Darry cries out fearfully in his high-pitched voice that, as Corbin pointed out, happens whenever he's scared.

" Just get out of his way Darry!"

Trish demands in a panic, as the trunk honks it's horn again, still not making up its mind as it tries to ram them off the road.

"Mes Couilles Sur ton front!"

Corbin swears frantically.

( ? POV )

The smell of fear, so invigorating and addicting I just can't get enough of it. What's this? Ahhh, this scent is new, though I've only had a faint wisp of it once, I can still recognize it for it still sends a pleasurable shiver down my spine. Sharp yet sweet, with a smokey tinge to it, but now I hunger for it in a different way from food. Desire is a more appropriate word, maybe even more than my regular hunger.

I may have finally found my mate.

(Now back to the terrified Jenner Siblings and an angry Corbin)

" Let him pass you Darry! Darry what are you doing?"

"Peau de fesses!"

Trish shouts in a panicked frenzy, as Corbin continues to spit out every insult she knows in her motherland's tongue.

"Go around me!"

Darry begs as he frantically signals the driver to move around him, but this driver continues to act like a maniac ready to most likely run them all over, still honking its loud horn.

"Get off the road and let him pass you!"

Trish shouts at Darry from her own panic rising within her. Darry looks behind his shoulder with wide eyes and teeth clenched, contrasting to Corbin's " I'm so done with this" face.

" He's nuts!"

"I know he's nuts, now pull over!"

Trish demands her brother. The truck's tires squeal as the driver once again honks its horn. Darry then once again signals with his hand frantically, hoping the driver could get the message. Yet, he suspects that with those tinted windows, the guy can't see sh*t through them.

" GO around me!"

"Slow down and let him f@#$%ing pass you!"

"Caca Boudin!"

" I'm trying!"

Darry shouts to his sister, as Corbin continues to swear. Finally, the crazy driver passes them, giving them a good look at its vanity license plate that says, BEATINGU.

"Jesus."

Trish exclaims almost breathlessly, her ears pounding from the rush of blood going through her veins.

"Sh*t"

Darry breathes out, his heart still pounding against his ribcage.

" What the hell is his problem?"

Corbin shouts, knowing she wouldn't get any answers but needing to speak her frustrations out anyway.

"My guess,"

Darry then sticks his head out the open side window, and shouts in the wind to the now distant driver,

"INBREEDING!!!"

They watch for a bit as the truck gets smaller and smaller, finally disappearing from view. Corbin just facepalms at Darry's remark, shaking her head. Oh, she loves the knucklehead, but why is he so idiotic? She just knows one day it's going to get him killed.

" Get a load of that nasty old thing. What is that? The vehicle of choice for assholes and f*cking serial killers?"

Darry asks rhetorically, his knuckles going white from how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel.

" Everyone ok?"

Corbin asks with concern in her green eyes.

"Yeah."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, just had the piss scared out of me, but otherwise just fine."

Darry comments which had Corbin having to hold in a smile and chuckle. She then elects to look at forward ahead of them, her eyes glued to where the manic driver went off to. She lets out a huff through her nose as she leans back against the window.  Silence took over for a brief time until Trish is the first to break the silence.

"Yeah, hey you know what I just thought of?"

Darry gives a knowing look as he briefly glances at his sister.

" Kenny and Darla? Trish, they died about a 100 miles from here"

"It's the same highway."

' Poor Kenny and Darla. '

Corbin tells herself as she recalls the news of their prom night. They were just heading home from the night of their lives when apparently their car smashed with the roof ripped open with their bodies nowhere in sight. She could still recall seeing the image of their wrecked car smoldering at the side of the road with glass everywhere. Who could've done that? 

"No no, they never found her head."

Corbin says butting in in the sibling's conversation. Darry nods his head glancing at Corbin.

"They found the car. Didn't find him or her head."

Corbin then takes Trisha's hand into her own.

"Goodness, you're still shaking Trisha."

Corbin gently told Trisha and then hands her a bottle of ice tea as Darry continues.

"You don't think every generation has their cautionary tale, of drinking and driving on prom night?"

Trisha shakes her head no, unscrewing the bottle of ice tea to take a huge swig out of it.

"I always heard it was true. Wheaton Valley High, class of '78."

She takes another gulp of the drink, a dry chuckle coming from her.

"Heh, want to know something?"

Corbin nods and Darry hums to signal that he's listening.

"When I first heard that story... I used to think this was the highway I would die on."

Silence is what filled the car for a brief moment until Corbin comments,

" Well aren't you just a ray of sunshine?"

Corbin replies with a deadpan expression before giving a teasing grin, knowing not to take her pedantic moments to seriously. She just had to make friends with a drama queen, huh?

"I agree, quite the cheery think today, aren't we sis?"

Darry asks rhetorically before giving a small chuckle.

"What? What's Poli-Sci-Guy been doing to you anyway?"

A snarl forms on Corbin's facial features as her blood starts to boil.

" I don't like that guy's vibe, just something up with him."

Corbin retorts, her tone going down an octave as she claws at the back of their seats. Trisha looks back at her friend, raising at her attitude and feeling some annoyance bubbling inside of her. But before she could tell Corbin off, her brother spoke to her once more.

" Beating you? "

Darry says which in turn made Trisha and Corbin turn their heads to him in confusion.

" There was a license plate on the van we just saw, B-E-A-T-N-G-U. So beating you."

Darry cries out in victory.

"That's mine. That's 3 to 5!

"You can't call it now."

Trisha counters, smiling to herself.

"My ass!"

Darry complains. Corbin just lays her head on the back of Trisha's seat.

" Sacre bleu, you guys get over it!" 

Corbin complains exasperated by the bickering about the sibling's game but had a slight grin to her face in amusement. It's so cute to see them acting like little children, showing just how close and annoying they are. Just like with her own sister.

"No cause, You have to call it when you see it."

Trisha explains to Corbin. 

" I was in shock!"

"Does it really matter?"

Darry insists, as Corbin just rolls her eyes and leans back to her seat, unbeknownst to them, she was holding a hand over her mouth to hold in her chuckles at the ridiculousness of it all.

"Tough!"

Trisha argues back.

(Corbin's POV)

The bickering went on for a while as they both exchange insults like middle school children, arguing over the rules of their game. Just like the day, I met them. And now they're arguing over license plates, and still annoying the hell out of me. Good times. Do you know what's not a good time? Getting almost ran over by a crazy driver, in an ol' rust bucket with wheels. The heck does he think he's doing? At least I'm guessing he's a guy from what I can tell; although something about that driver didn't sit right with me. I mean, who puts a cowcatcher on a truck?!?

Not to mention the glass was very tinted; anyone who looked at that thing would've thought that thing came straight from a horror movie. I hope we don't run into that guy again, as much as they can be a pain in the ass at times; I don't wish anything to fall upon Darry and Trisha. My gut's telling me something's going to go wrong, and my gut hasn't failed me yet.

A/N: Don't forget to comment, like, reblog, and whatever else! Stay weird, my fellow humans.

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Listed: His Name Is Alive

While Warren Defever’s name is perhaps less recognizable than that of his band His Name Is Alive, he’s also been connected with a seemingly endless array of other projects: Princess Dragon-Mom, Elvis Hitler, ESP Beetles, Control Panel, and far more. This doesn’t get into his recording and production credits for the likes of Michael Hurley, Iggy and the Stooges, and Mdou Moctar. Forever associated with Michigan’s weirdo-underground music scene, Defever has recently been issuing a series of long-buried recordings as His Name Is Alive. In February, the Disciples label released Hope Is a Candle, the third and final volume in the "Home Recordings" trilogy exploring Defever's teenage tape experimentation as well as A Silver Thread (Home Recordings 1979 - 1990), a four-volume collection of many of Defever’s solo home recordings prior to His Name Is Alive releasing their debut album Livonia on 4AD in 1990. In his review of A Silver Thread, Tim Clarke writes “For a collection of home recordings, what’s most striking about this music is how fully realized and carefully executed it sounds, comparable at times to contemporary artists such as Grouper, Benoît Pioulard and Tim Hecker. This is not the 1980s that I remember.”

Defever gives us his “What Else Is New” list, a set of personal snapshots, memories of a life spent in music, warning the reader that “the descriptions don’t always have an obvious correlation to the video, but welcome to my nightmare brain.”

In The Line of Fire

I started performing when I was five. My grandfather was a self-taught musician from Saskatchewan in Western Canada and he showed me and my brothers how to play banjo, guitar and fiddle. One of my earliest memories is having a full size 127 lb. accordion placed onto my lap and my grandmother voicing her disappointment when I refused to play. I did learn slide guitar from her later though. I have many, often terrible, memories of performing at square dances with his band and we would play old timey country music, folk songs, polkas and waltzes. There were also gigs at the trailer park, old folks homes and a convent. Although my grandfather believed that popular music died with Hank Williams in 1953, he still found room in his heart for Lawrence Welk and Slim Whitman.

Meet Me By The Water

By age ten I had a tape recorder and was using it to capture the sounds of nearby lakes, thunderstorms, and my older brothers LP collection played at the wrong speeds. I recently found the cassette, Echo Lake (1983) which features waves crashing onto the beach on the Canadian side of Lake St. Clair but it was recorded right after I got an echo pedal so it’s got a heavy dose of dreamy delay. Tape loops of the next door neighbor raking leaves and shoveling the driveway would be repurposed a few years later as rhythm tracks on the first His Name Is Alive LP, Livonia (4AD, 1990). Detroit in the late 70s and early 80s had totally insane radio and one of the highlights was Met-Ezzthetics, a late night show on WDET hosted by Faruq Z. Bey who also played saxophone in Griot Galaxy. Shortly before his death he played with His Name is Alive and we had a chance to formalize our student-teacher relationship.

Search For Higher Energies

In high school I was studying Bach Chorale harmonization and counterpoint during the day but recording and touring with the band Elvis Hitler at night. The other guys in band were older but at 16 I was a familiar sight at shitty Detroit punk clubs and Hamtramck dive bars, the nerdy teenager reading a book or doing homework sitting at the bar waiting ’til midnight or 1am for our slot to play our hellbilly hits, “It’s A Long Way From Berlin To Memphis,” and “Hot Rod To Hell.” I was still trying to make sense of the post 1953 music scene and when I met the guy with a giant afro and shiny super hero outfit complete with shiny cape I had no idea he was Rob Tyner of the MC5. We released three records before I was twenty one and played shows and toured with Devo, the Dwarves, the Dead Milkmen, Reverend Horton Heat, the Beat Farmers, Helios Creed, Babes In Toyland, the Cro-Mags, Corrosion of Conformity, the Frogs, the Gories, Pussy Galore, the Unsane and way more I can’t remember I was just a kid. It was some kind of education.

You Don’t Have To Go Home But You Can’t Stay Here

When I signed with 4AD I thought I was a composer and they let me write my own bio, so I called His Name Is Alive the work of a “fucked up, irresponsible teenage composer.” I had only been writing music for three years. When I heard “Tom Violence” by Sonic Youth I thought for the first time in my life, “I think I could do that.” In 1988 I made a mixtape with Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car, Leadbelly and some of Big Star’s third album and I tried to arrange it like it was an album, then I made my own album in that same shape, it was called I Had Sex With God and I sent it to 4AD. Our first album contained three of the first five pieces of music I had ever written. Within a few years I was playing festivals for contemporary classical composers and new age artists who were thirty or forty years older than me. His Name Is Alive played the Musicas Visuales Festival in Mexico with Harold Budd, Paul Horn and Jorge Reyes. The mayor of the city presented me with a guitar but then dramatically walked out of the theater during our performance realizing he had made a terrible mistake. I remember the surreal moment when from across the room Harold Budd walked in and greeted me as “Mr. Defever.” He had a cold and was sniffling during his set, the audience thought he was crying. I recorded his show and when I got back home to Livonia I added my own guitar to some of his songs and then edited the tapes, looping my favorite parts and editing out the parts I didn’t like, also adding additional layers of reverb and echo. More recently I did a concert in a five hundred year old temple in Japan where the unamplified meditation music never rose above a whisper and the monk had to turn off the furnace because the heat molecules were too loud. The show was recorded and released under the name Mountain Ocean Sun and features Ian Masters and Hitoko Sakai.

Energy Dealer

Both my parents were born in Canada, my mother in Saskatchewan, my father in Ontario. I have dual citizenship as my father was American and my mother had Canadian citizenship. I spent summers, holidays and weekends in a tiny cottage on Lake St. Clair that did not have a telephone and had curtains instead of doors separating the two rooms. Myrt Fortin who lived next door would receive phone calls for my mom, walk over to our place and yell into the window, “Hey wake up your ma, your dad’s on the phone.” My mom took a lot of naps, so she was always asleep when something important was happening. I remember always getting cut on broken glass while swimming in the lake or getting stabbed by one of the neighbors and having to go wake up my mom to take me to the hospital.

Lord I Don’t Believe You Exist

When I was ten my parents sat me down and told me it was time that I got a summer job. There were only two businesses in town, a gas station and a hardware store so I walked up to the hardware store and asked the owner for a job and immediately fell to the ground crying. Completely fell apart. He asked me why I wanted to work in hardware. I didn’t know what to say, I was only ten but I knew not to tell the owner that his store was stupid and I didn’t think he could handle the truth. It turned out he also owned the gas station so that didn’t really work out. Later that summer, I began working for the Pickseed Corporation as corn de-tasseling season was just beginning. All the moms would drop off their kids in the church parking lot in Tecumseh, just outside of Windsor, around 4:30am where an unmarked windowless cargo van was waiting that had cinderblocks and 2'x4' boards instead of benches so they could squeeze in the maximum amount of children. There were three job requirements to work in a cornfield, the child (it was only children, no adults) needed to show up with a baseball hat, a thermos with water and a large black plastic garbage bag. I think this was before sunglasses were invented. Upon arriving at the cornfield, we were separated into pickers and checkers, younger kids each taking a row of corn (a row could extend a mile or more) and a slightly older kid would organize and manage several of the younger kids. In the morning we were instructed to poke two arm holes and a head hole into our garbage bags and put it on like a raincoat because the corn was covered in dew and kids wearing wet clothes would walk slower than dry kids. So almost every day there was a point, usually around 11am when the dew would dry and we would be roasted alive from the summer sun coming down on our ridiculous shiny black plastic outfits. We worked from sun up until sun down. I received three dollars and thirty five cents an hour. For all you city folks, corn is planted in alternating rows of types of corn so that when the top part of the plant is removed, or “de-tasseled,” it can seed or cross-pollinate easily. It’s a terrible job with a high turnover rate and every day I would hear the sound of kids in nearby rows that had given up hope, sat down in the middle of the field and crying for hours. The following year, at age 11, I was promoted from picker to checker, and was put in charge of a group of about ten sixteen year old’s.

Sleep It Off

Mostly I like to record – His Name is Alive has over a hundred releases and I’ve done another fifty records under various names, Control Panel, Warren Michael Defever, ESP BEETLES, ESP SUMMER, Forest People, Infinity People, Jeepers Creepers, Layla al-Akhyaliyya, Mirror Dream, Princess Dragon-Mom, the Dirt Eaters, the Fishcats, the Whales, plus way more I can’t remember probably because the names were so dumb. I’ve recorded about four hundred records for other bands at my house or other studios. I’ve worked on records with Danny Kroha, Ida, Fred Thomas, Elizabeth Mitchell, Wild Belle, Michael Hurley, and when I was a teenager I helped record the first Gories album which was especially unique as I was the junior assistant engineer who helped move their equipment into the dirt floor garage next to the studio where it was decided the acoustics would be way worse. Also, I helped collage about a hundred Destroy All Monsters tapes from the 70s for a couple of their releases which led to remastering a bunch of tapes from the John Sinclair White Panther Party archives. I’ve done remixes for Thurston Moore and Yoko Ono and when Iggy and The Stooges started touring again I got a phone call from Ron Asheton seeing if I would help them record demos for their reunion album with Mike Watt on bass. They wrote the songs together while they were recording in Niagara’s basement sort of simultaneously. Iggy didn’t have a notebook with all his lyric ideas, instead he just sang about whatever happened that day – one song was about the airline losing his luggage, one about ATM machines and another was about reading in a newspaper that Ray Davies of the Kinks had been shot in New Orleans. In the end they weren’t terribly excited by my suggested song titles including “No Shirt” (you know because it’s like “No Fun” plus you know Iggy never wears a shirt) and they didn’t seem to love the mixes that I did that sounded kind of like those crappy Raw Power bootlegs.

Cost Of Living

Two summers ago I recorded an incredible concert by Mdou Moctar live at Third Man Records in Detroit. They’re wild hypnotic Hendrix style jammers who live in the desert. The band didn’t speak much english but I think I was able to communicate to them how excited I was about their amazing fingerpicking and hot guitar solos after the show by screaming and replaying the best solos over and over again and then screaming the word fuzz and pointing at their fingers. It’s insane and having seen them a few times since then with a different drummer and the addition of a bass player, I’m convinced it’s their best album. It’s wild but it’s still not Tchin-tabaraden wedding wild.

Licked By Lions

Jonathan Richman walks into Ethan and Gretchen's studio and asks if I can remove all the rugs, take the acoustic treatments off the walls and strike the baffles which normally separate the instruments, drums and amps, so the room will have the most echo possible, he has also invited about ten friends including Johnny Bee Badanjek the drummer from Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels and Mary Cobra from the Detroit Cobras to dance, sing and play percussion in the studio while he records. He has two vocal microphones set up at either end of the room and has brought his own microphones for the drums along with his own desired placement for them. He notices a tamboura near the control room and asks if I know how to play it or if I know how to tune it. Within seconds he’s tuned it and proceeds to sing Indian classical music accompanying himself on tamboura drone for about thirty five minutes. It’s beautiful and very surprising. He asks me if I recorded it, I lie and say no. Later he asks me not to play it for anyone. We record for hours. Some songs are quite long – ten and fifteen minutes, some are medleys of oldies or soft rock hits from the seventies segueing into new songs of his. It’s a confusing session as it’s not clear when songs are starting and ending and he often plays guitar and sings nowhere near a microphone. The distance between him and the microphone seems to have some meaning, there’s some formula to when he chooses to walk away in the middle of a verse but I am unable to determine the secret code. At the end of the session three or four songs are deemed usable, edited and mixed, although, sadly, an attempt at a completely insane and unexpected fuzz guitar solo is left unreleased. (The Harold Budd piece is at the opposite end of this spectrum.)

Calling All Believers

Shortly after Tecuciztecatl was released, I received an email from Dr. James Beacham at CERN inviting us to perform at a series of concerts that would combine experimental music with experimental science at the Large Hadron Collider in Geneva, Switzerland. He didn’t contact our booking agent, which would be how we generally receive offers for gigs, instead he sent an email to me, which would be how we generally receive crazy messages from our completely insane fans (murderous, delusional, poetic, threatening messages usually). I assumed the invitation was fake or a prank and replied that we would prefer to wait until they had successfully opened a pathway to interspatial dimensions and we’d play on the other side or that if that was unlikely to happen at a convenient time then perhaps we could set up our equipment right on the edge of a mini-black hole and perform as the Earth is being destroyed so we could release the concert film “Live At The End Of The World.” After a few messages back and forth, it was clear that he was legit and I apologized for being such a jerk. Soon I discovered poetry within the language of particle physics as well as a certain beauty in the idea that these scientists have devoted their lives to dreaming, searching and discovering basic principles that connect all things in existence. The song “Calling All Believers” refers to this devotion. “Energy Acceleration” compares the scientists to monastic life in medieval times and mystics trying to find and define the line between this world and the next and at the same time invoking the incredible amounts of energy needed to create the collisions experiments. The Patterns of Light LP was released in 2016 on London London Records and is about interpreting visions of light, trying to find universal truth with whatever tools available, it’s about the search for how everything works, why it works and how it got that way but also about being inspired on a basic level by the way a thing looks and how all your senses take in a thing. A thousand years ago Hildegard Von Bingen was writing about this same thing in letters, songs, medical texts, and had even developed her own language to use in her mystical writings, similar to Magma drummer Christian Vander using his own language for their concept albums or French black metalists Brenoritvrezorkre and Moëvöt.

The Light Inside You

We get a lot of letters from fans, mostly weirdos though. I think it started when we released Song of Schizophrenia, that sort of connected us to a certain demographic I suspect. Here’s a recent typical message we received. “Growing up in Panama City, Mouth By Mouth and Livonia were like passages to other realms. I drank a ton of cough syrup at the time but those albums helped make life more livable. I was about to go to art school for sculpture and graphic design and the textures I heard on those records had actual shapes to them. Most music I knew at that time was flat or linear. I got them on cassette via mail-order from an ad placed in a bmx magazine. Mouth By Mouth arrived just before going to work at the amusement park and I was able to listen to it twice on the way thanks to the never-ending beach traffic. As luck would have it, I worked on “The Abominable Snowman” ride, basically a tilt-a-whirl inside a dome with lots of fog machine action, blue lights, mirrors, and lots of air conditioning. It took about 10 listens that day before it wasn’t as weird as when I first put it on. Maybe it was my bubblegum flavor/robitussin combo slushie on top of no-doz that pulled it all together, but it was probably a weird ride for a lot of vacationing beach tourists and townies when all they really wanted to hear was “Naughty by Nature” by O.P.P. I had no business running those rides at the age of 17 but I really loved how disorienting that ride could be with all the mirrors, the fog, the cold and for the final 90 seconds the ride would go in reverse. I had a buddy named Kevin that did acid at work and would repeatedly run the mini-train off the tracks and all the riders had to walk back through the woods for about a half mile that summer.”

[thequeenxofhearts]

Beautiful Day

A/N: It's been a while since I made a Fraphne one-shot, so here you go! :)

Warnings: Mentions of sex

What a beautiful day it is!

The sun is shining so bright in the sky and the air is so warm. The sky is so blue there is not a cloud in sight.

Shaggy and Scooby are spending a few days in Sacramento on a family trip for a relative’s big birthday. A trip that Shaggy and Scooby have been talking about non-stop for the last few months.

The weekend will consist of swimming in the lake, “fun garden games”, and most importantly, a barbecue.

Shaggy’s only complaint was the journey to Sacramento from Crystal Cove and spending hours in the car with his parents who were likely to sing “road trip music” all the way, his little sister Sugie who would either complain about the music, sleep or whine because she’s bored or wants something to eat and Scooby spreading himself out when he takes a nap in the car. The car isn’t very big at all and not built for comfort on long, hot car journeys.

Velma had been away for the last week. She had been invited on a summer internship at a research facility in Washington and wasn’t likely to come back until the last few weeks of the summer.

She was so excited to have gotten the letter in the mail and she couldn’t have packed fast enough.

That left Daphne and Fred.

The couple was so excited to be spending some time alone together. They knew Shaggy, Scooby and Velma would be home soon and so were desperate for this time together.

Fred was home alone most of the time anyway, his parents were both doctors and worked all day until late in the evening, which allowed them to have some privacy while Daphne’s house was never empty.

Her sisters were all home. Darcy – Daphne’s eldest sister - had just come back from travelling around Europe with her husband and they were living at home until they decided what they wanted to do next. Daphne hoped it wouldn’t be long, but still had 4 other sisters shouting and screaming at each other, each of them with their own friends over or causing trouble amongst each other. Daphne truly was surprised that she was the youngest and most mature of the 6 Blake sisters.

Since it was such a beautiful day, and Fred and Daphne had this time together, they decided to jump into the Mystery Machine and drive up to Lovers Lane.

Normally at night-time, it was the perfect place for young couples in their vehicles who wanted time together. Neither Daphne nor Fred couldn’t deny that they had been to Lovers Lane before, they were there quite a lot from sundown to late in the night.

But during the day there was nobody there, and the couple took advantage of this.

Fred parked the Mystery Machine at the edge of the cliff. They had climbed on top of the van and stared up at the blue sky together.

‘Shame there are no clouds.’ Fred spoke, ‘We could have come cloud spotting.’

Daphne laughed, ‘No, I like this.’ She began, ‘It’s like looking up and the ocean is above us.’

Fred chuckled, ‘Baby you’re so poetic.’

Daphne smiled.

Her head laid on Fred’s bicep, and their fingers were interlaced. Her other hand laid across her stomach and he used his other arm as a pillow under his head.

She had noticed that he had gotten a bit more muscular in the recent weeks and she liked it. On top of the tribal tattoo that he had gotten around his upper left arm last year, which she thought made him look sexier.

Fred and Daphne were so content with each other that they could just be together in silence and still have a great time.

Lovers Lane was so peaceful and the only sound they could hear was the birds in the trees instead of the noisy town below.

Daphne closed her eyes and imagined that she and Fred were the only people in the world, and this was all theirs.

Fred and Daphne both loved the summer. A little part of it was so they could ditch their winter clothes in favour of the bright summery clothes, but mainly to spend hours and hours in the sun.

Sometimes they would watch the clouds go by, it was only the other day that Fred and Daphne, along with Shaggy and Scooby were at the top of Jeepers Creeper’s Hill watching the clouds. Shaggy insisted that there were clouds shaped like donuts. Fred had seen one shaped like a heart and when he pointed to it, Daphne agreed that it did indeed look like a heart whilst Shaggy and Scooby both agreed that it looks like a pizza. Then the four had headed to the Malt Shop, following the orders of Shaggy’s hungry tummy.

Fred hummed as two birds flew across the sky above them and he was so grateful that it was just himself and Daphne. He wished they could stay like this forever.

Sometimes he wished it would only be him and Daphne – not that he didn’t love the rest of the gang, but he loved Daphne more. He loved her far more than he thought he would ever love anyone.

They had been friends since elementary school. But upon entering high school Daphne went from his close friend to his biggest crush, and then their friendship turned into a relationship – and neither of them would have it any other way.

‘If we could live anywhere, where would we live?’ Fred asked randomly.

Daphne’s eyes fluttered open and took a few seconds to adjust to the sunlight.

‘You and me?’ She asked.

‘You and me.’ Fred replied.

Daphne stared at the sky above her, before she answered, ‘A deserted island that nobody has ever found before.’

Fred chuckled, ‘I thought you’d say the beach.’

Daphne smiled, ‘An island would have a beach. But it would be quiet like this.’

Fred nodded, ‘It would be perfect.’

‘Why do you ask?’

Fred shrugged, ‘Just curious.’

‘Why? Where would you live?’ Daphne asked.

‘Wherever you are.’

Daphne’s cheeks flushed red, but she chortled, ‘That’s cheesy, Freddie.’

Fred chuckled, ‘But it’s the truth, Daph.’

Daphne sat up. She looked down at him as he reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear, ‘I love you.’ He said sweetly.

Daphne took his hand, ‘I love you too.’

She leant down and pressed a firm kiss to her forehead before she laid next to him again.

‘I wish it were just you and me all summer.’ Fred admitted.

‘Huh?’ Daphne asked.

‘I love it when it’s just you and me. The gang is great, it really is, but…but you’re just…you make me feel like the world is just mine and yours.’

Daphne blushed. She smiled a little and felt her heart racing.

She sat up again, this time she straddled his hips, he wasn’t expecting it and just stared up at her.

‘I know what we could do!’ She exclaimed.

‘Have sex on top of the van in broad daylight?’

Daphne rolled her eyes and playfully punched his chest, ‘No.’

Fred laughed, ‘Ok what do you wanna do, baby.’

‘Take a vacation together.’

Fred smiled, ‘That’s a good idea. Where are you thinking?’

Daphne shrugged, ‘Somewhere that’s quiet like this. Rural but hot.’

They stared at each other.

Fred’s mind was quickly racing to pick out a destination for a sweet couple’s vacation.

He tried to think.

He was thinking of the sun…he was thinking of a rural location when suddenly his mind wondered and for some reason that he can’t explain he began singing the Sound of Music in his head…and that was it.

‘I know where we can go.’

Daphne’s eyes widened, ‘Already?’ She asked, ‘Where?’

‘Austria.’

‘Austria?’ She asked, expecting him to say somewhere within the US, or maybe even England, she had not expected him to say Austria.

‘Yeah, we can find somewhere small to stay, somewhere quiet in the countryside. It’ll be nice.’

Daphne smiled, ‘I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting you to think of somewhere so quickly and I certainly wasn’t expecting Austria, but it’ll be perfect…just you and me.’

Fred smile, he reached his hand up and gently cupped her cheek, this thumb brushing against her soft skin, ‘I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

Daphne leant down and captured Fred’s ups in a deep kiss, only pulling away for a second so she could whisper “I love you” again.

[canyousavemymultifandomsoul]

I watched 144 movies in 2017! (some multiple times)

My goal for 2018 is of course 365.

The movies i watched last year are....

The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring ***My first time seeing the Lord of the Rings. I watched the Hobbit first. I’m a bit more of a fan of the Hobbit than I am of LotR***

The Late Bloomer

The Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers

Ordinary World ***Kind of cheesy acting but Billie Joe Armstrong is amazing always***

Alice Through the Looking Glass

The Angry Birds Movie ***Surprising awesome***

We’re the Millers

The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones ***My only Aidan Turner movie of the year :/***

Finding Dory

Spawn

Dumb and Dumber to ***So happy Jennifer Lawrence backed out of this. Awesome sequal***

Storks

Suicide Squad

Premonition

Free State of Jones

Masterminds

Sleeping with Other People

The Campaign

MacGruber

Nebraska ***Will Forte is amazing in this***

Sing

Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping

That’s My Boy ***One of my faves. No shame***

The Brothers Solomon

Ghostbusters

Keanu

Sausage Party

Michael Bolton’s Big, Sexy, Valentine’s Day Special

Saturday Night ***Jame Franco Documentary. Pretty good look into what happens during a week at SNL. Wish they had picked a better episode to film a documentary around though***

The Ridiculous 6

Central Intelligence ***It took me 2 days to watch this. Didn’t like it very much. Aaron Paul’s role was good though***

Horrible Bosses 2

Zoolander 2

Sisters

Star Wars: Episode IV - A New Hope ***The first time ever seeing a Star Wars movie. Pretty big fan now***

Star Wars: Episode V - The Empire Strikes Back

Star Wars: Episode VI - Return of the Jedi

Star Wars: The Force Awakens

Daddy’s Home

The Watch

The Apparition

Hot Tub Time Machine

The Covenant

Gone

Spread ***Not even Sebastian Stan saved this movie for me***

Kingsman: The Secret Service

Star Trek: Beyond

Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows

The Architect

Doctor Strange

Iron Man

Iron Man 2

The Devil’s Double

Tropic Thunder

Heart and Soulds

The Judge

Chaplin

Zodiac

Kiss Kiss Bang Bang

The Pick-Up Artists

Gothika

Iron Man 3

Spy

Air America

Wonder Boys

Two Girls and a Guy

True Believer

The Singing Detective

Good Night, and Good Luck

Soapdish

Only You

I Love You Phillip Morris

Trainspotting

The Boy

Return of the Living Dead: Rave to the Grave

Zombeavers

Return of the Living Dead III

The Return of the Living Dead ***My FAVORITE movie of all time tbh***

The Beguiled

Police Academy

Annabelle

Get Out

The Cabin in the Woods

Spider-Man: Homecoming ***I went to the bathroom during this and missed a scene where spider-man almost died. Pro tip: Don’t eat Taco Bell before going to the movies***

Kong: Skull Island

Reservoir Dogs

The Boondock Saints

The Founder

The Muppets

Stan Helsing

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2

Logan Lucky

It (1990)

South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut

Bloodnight: The Legend of Mary Hatchet

Cult of Chucky

Death Note ***That soundtrack tho....***

Black Mass

The Equalizer

Heathers

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales ***Surprisingly good***

Scary Movie

Scary Movie 2

It (2017)

Hellboy

Stonehenge Apocalypse

Henry Gamble’s Birthday Party

Baby Driver

Annabelle: Creation

Bedeviled ***Actually really good for such a cheesy looking movie***

Jim & Andy: The Great Beyond-Featuring a Very Special, Contractually Obligated Mention of Tony Clifton

Power Rangers ***Boring af tbh***

Titanic II ***Don’t ask...***

Man on the Moon

The Truman Show

The Number 23

Eddie the Eagle

Child’s Play

Child’s Play 2

Ace Ventura: Pet Detective

Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls

Dumb and Dumber

Lights Out

Fun with Dick and Jane

Me, Myself, & Irene

How the Grinch Stole Christmas

The Majestic

Batman Forever

Yes Man

Bruce Almighty

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

Mr. Poppers Penguins

Liar Liar

The Mask

Rubberface

Star Wars: The Last Jedi ***Very disappointed....***

Kingsman: The Golden Circle

Trolls

The Lego Batman Movie

Jeepers Creepers III ***I think i saw the edited to tv version. Probably missed out on a lot of stuff***

I, Tonya ***Give Sebastian Stan a damn award already....***

Iron Man

The Greatest Showman ***Fantastic soundtrack, can’t wait to see it again***

I clearly had a few celebrity obsessions through out last year....

Robert Downey Jr, Sebastian Stan, Will Forte, Jim Carrey.... just to name a few.

(Bold indicates it was watched more than once)

[supernatural-squadd]

Asylum

Winchester Sister imagine

Based off of: S.1 Ep.10

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Warnings: I laughed, I cried, I threw up in my mouth a little.

A/n: This one is pretty long but I think its worth it.

“Roosevelt Asylum,” you uncrossed your legs from their resting position on the bed, taking on tug at the licorice hanging from your mouth as you took another bite while making your way over to the table where Sam and Dean sat.

“So get this, these moronic teens in Illinois keep going to check out this supposedly haunted Asylum.” You continued to chew your candy whilst speaking, looking and pointing the the article section in the newspaper.

“They say it’s haunted by the ghosts of the patients. Spend the night, the spirits will drive you insane.” The tone you used was that of an eery suspense as you turned to Dean and gave him a suspicious look.

Sam seemed to be soaking in what you were saying, this wasn’t the first time you’d approached them with a possible case. Only most of the cases weren’t really anything.

“And?” Dean asked with a crooked eyebrow, wanting more info.

Before you could open your mouth to defend your case, Sam had beaten you to it.

“And those teenagers aren’t seen again.” Sam turned his laptop, showing both you and Dean the missing people’s files and flyers.

Instantly you jumped backwards with excitement. Slamming the newspaper down upon the small cracked table.

“Yes! I’ll start getting my stuff together.” You beamed with success and pure joy. Only to have the feelings stopped when Dean cocked his head and gave you an amused smiling tone.

“Easy there, Sherlock Holmes. We don’t even know if this is our kind of thing.” He tried his best to talk you down, but you were way to pumped with adrenaline.

Sam sighed and shook his head with a smile, seeing how low your jaw dropped in total disapproval with what Dean was saying.

“Newflash, Dr. Watson,” you snapped back at him with the perfect amount of sass. “We’ve said that literally every single case we’ve picked up. When is it EVER not ‘our kind of thing’?”

Dean looked to Sam as if telepathically consulting him on what he thought of all this. Sam’s response was a simple shrug as though he was agreeing with you.

“Let’s just go check it out.” You spoke in a way suggestion a question rather than a statement. But nonetheless, Dean sighed and complied to your wish. Resulting in you jumping up and down in excitement again.

Neither of the boys were nearly as pumped as you were as the three of you pulled up to the closed down asylum.

“Dude, yes!” You hopped out of the backseat before Baby was even in park.

“Look at this jeepers creepers place! It screams 'Y/n, I’m haunted. Come kick ass within my walls of insanity’.” You giggled, holding up your hands like you were labeling the place as you spoke.

Both of the boys exited the car, shaking their heads slightly while looking down. You were really jazzed about having found a case all on your own. Though Dean was still not entirely sure about this actually being a case, he still showed interest. Mainly for your sake.

“What are you seeing Detective Velma?” Dean teased with crossed arms as he leaned up against his car.

Sam couldn’t help but let out a short snorted laugh, but he immediately stopped when you turned around and gave them both an unamused look.

“Well, Scooby, I’m seeing a ratted out car parked over there. Meaning teenagers such as myself are here being law breaking shit heads, again, like myself.” You spoke while climbing over the thick wired fence that couldn’t have been any shorter than fifteen feet.

“Why don’t you and Shaggy Ol’ Boy stay put while I solve my case?” As though it were nothing, you hopped down from your position on the fence. Landing perfectly as you brushed off the dirt from your jeans.

Judging by the looks resting on their faces, neither of your brothers were thumbs up for this new idea of yours.

“They’re bad misfit teenagers.” You tried to explain. “They’ll let me in on what they’ve found so far, then I can give them a piece of my mind for being so stupid.” You gave a smile as you walked backwards towards the building.

“You mean just about as stupid as you’re being?” Dean began to walk somewhat fast towards the fence, preparing to jump on and start climbing to stop you.

You didn’t even bother to turn around, they could hear the laughter and amusement in your voice.

“They’re not gonna trust two grown men. One of which is old enough to be their Dad.” A hidden smirk that only you had knowledge of spread on your lips as you could hear Dean scoffing with disgust and total rude disapproval.

From inside the building, the light echoes of two voices drew you closer and closer to their location. You did your best to pay no mind to the creepy appearance of the place, seeing as it gave you the total chills.

“Hey, check it out.” One of the voices called to the other.

“I thought we were going to a movie?” The sound of a displeased teenage girl replied.

“This is better, it’s like we’re in a movie.” He tried his best to interest her.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the stupidity. We’re teenagers really this reckless and dumb? Playing around with the dead wasn’t funny or a cool date. It was how Dean always threatened to scare any future boyfriends of yours off. The two clueless kids couldn’t have been but around the corner from you.

Quickly, you picked up your pace to a light jog, entering the room you thought they had gone into. Only to find the steel metal door slamming behind you.

Instantly you came to a stop, shoulders bunched up as every muscle in your body froze.

“Shit…” you muttered out, eyes closed and chest rising and falling in quick short motions.

Slowly, you began to turn around. Hoping not to see anything there. But luck wasn’t on your side.

Some sort of deformed girl was standing before you, slowly making her way closer and closer just as you took a step back each time she took one forward.

“Shit shit shit shit shit…..” you breathed out in a whisper, afraid to talk normally in fear you might anger her.

This was the first spirit you’d seen face to face. Well, without one of your brothers right by you.

The girl continued to get closer, up until she was right in front of you, and your back was completely pressed against the wall.

“S-sam….Dean?” You managed to call out in a desperate yell as you heard their voices pass by.

The entire time you kept your eyes locked with the spirit, not blinking and barley breathing. For some reason she reached her hand out to touch your chest.

All instincts did their best to suck your chest in as her hand grew nearer.

“Y/n? You in there?” Dean asked while Sam began to find a way to get the door open.

Neither of them got a vocal reply, the sound of your heavy unsteady breathing was the only thing that told them that you were most definitely in there and scared shitless.

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.” You continued to breathe out silently while holding your eyes closed with the pressure of the world. Only thing was, your eyes didn’t open back up.

For some reason you were lying horizontally on a soft warm surface. You experimented your surroundings, moving your fingers lightly and repositioning your shoulders.

“Hey.” A voice spoke. Sounding like it was coming from underwater almost.

“She waking up?” This separate voice sounded like Dean’s. A very concerned Dean.

Sure enough, as you opened your eyes there were your brothers. Back in the hotel, watching over you cautiously.

“How you feeling, kid?” Your oldest brother asked, putting a new wet rag on your forehead while tying his best to hide the still present fear in his eyes.

“Like shit.” You replied, not thinking of the language you were using. “Sorry.” instantly you apologized for it.

“Well you almost died, I’d be swearing like a damn sailor without a beer.” Dean raised his eyebrows in an understanding way.

Total and complete confusion swept over your facial features. What the hell happened?

“Ghost possession.” Sam said practically reading your mind and question. “It was pretty bad at one point.” His lips formed a sweet flatline smile of the sort, rubbing his fingers along your hand that he held in love.

“Dean shot you, he thought it was salt rock he was blasting you with…” his eyes trailed down to Dean who sat at the table, too ashamed to look at you.

His hand sat crookedly next to his lips as his fingers rested upon them.

“I’m okay, Dean.” You stated weakly, even though you could feel you really weren’t.

“I shot you in your chest and in your leg.” His eyes were blank as he spoke. “You almost bled out.” He did his best to show with words just how serious it was, but his eyes showed it all.

“Yeah but I’m okay now, everything’s gonna go back to how it always does. You know? Saving people, hunting things, the family business.” You tried your absolute best to show Dean how okay you were via your words.

With a scoff he stood up. Walking over to the foot of the bed, he lifted the blanket up.

“You're amputated in one leg at your knee, nothing is going to put things back to how they were.”

[the-firebird69]

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Oppressed treated ppl to hurt themeselves oh you need these foods these supplements unending education on and on containment beradement angering to capture ridiculous demands while doing it

Your tards caught up in it for years rebelled, took it all, we helped couldn't do the job too many in ours so Gabriel saved us all again.

Not to say Hera isn't pushing she must or I get hurt. She had the crew mess w me as Jeepers Creepers pushed to be the Emperor I am have always been.

Fired up hit both fleets disabling thier devices, and it ruined lots of ships that just crashed as shown the huge ones more as they absorbed more charge

Up in flames too

And he's charged with a crime so what he committed this crime we had him he had to child. Further we clear the air between us today. Drop any and all jets drones etc additional to ours wevstole that head to your positions to knock out yiur DOOMSDAY forever, quadrillians of them, noore bombing runs nope we retained working jets still adding to iur bombers.

Need redundancy

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I had him. He's up to speed now.

Its me Rey

Me

Hera

[hgfstreamchats]

Atlantis

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Oh, watchcartoononline, why don't I ever refer to you first? Just, uh, ignore the ads. I forget they're there, having blocked the hell out of them long ago There we go! Beautiful! The end. That is not really a warning. hello! Hello! Whoop, glowy eyes of foreboding! And then they drowned. Shoosh. Uranium! Either that, or we forgot another relic on Earth. Earth is like a gosh-darn magnet for anything you carelessly shoot into space for some reason It may be due to Unicron being the core. He attracts chaos. Is that a shrine probably Oh my gosh Oh my gosh he's like Linguistics Mulder He does not realize this is always a setup to being murdered. At least he's being delightful about sending Milo off to almost-certain doom They really go all out on every facial expression. They do! I do not trust this weird human. omg kity This little human's adorable. Does he have a match in his mouth Hello main villain, probably That's not a trustworthy chin. No indeed. Exactly. Why was he crossing his digits behind his back? Oh my god what .... Apparently Milo's body belongs to the crew and they'd like to make that clear right off the bat. It's like everyone on this ship stopped giving even a single shit. Serpents do not have limbs. Not with THAT attitude, they don't She taunted Murphy. Well, that man is dead. And now they all die. oh, yeah, this movie has an incredible body count Excellent. Fun! This thing sure is... crabby. Good to get the cannon fodder out of the way early. That way no one misses them. yeah, it's really put them in a pinch Something something... shell? How fortunate they are that the air is still breathable down there. That's nothing, don't you remember Treasure Planet Treasure Planet had 'space technology' as a cheat. hahahha Awwww. dude, ASK qué es esto Wheeljack! Red! Hello, hello same ... Fireflies. Of course. Uh Oh What about, uh Their explosives And then they died. Heh. i like this guy Well Convenient power in the short term, but overuse will give you cancer. uhhh Shhh, shhh, that's definitely how language works. The surface dwellers also introduce new viruses into the local population. why is that human magnus Called it We don't trust his chin. I'm pretty sure that's going to turn out to be an enormous slur on Magnus GOOD Peaceful explorers, with lots of explosives I do not like the king's voice. Does this story really require the little ratman? heh. that's a man???? Who wouldn't want a story with a bizarre earth-fetishist rat-man Without the ratman, who else would grind in the obnoxiousness? i feel like my boy the explosives guy could give us everything beepbeep How does the linguist fail at pronouncing a name given to him? i think humans have a tongue swelling thing when they see someone pretty Less Ratman and Dr. Touches, more explosive human. more explosions general bring on the booms A convenient history of Atlantis. And then he died of the bends. Tragic. Shoosh, the bends don't exist, just like there's magically fresh air down here oh frag Whoop damn Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal, Magnus. Indeed I'm tellin' ya, the mech's gonna turn OH a BIG STATUE Or maybe, uh literally in his head His eyes DO look kinda crystally yeah so do mine Well, that looks safe ...Oh. It's because he looked This is probably not a good sign. Ohhhhhh my This is probably fine. Huh. It was fine. ALSO probably fine W What flowers why Smoke up what air they have left. That's helpful. Nobody we knew I love explosives human. How are they planning on getting back to the surface? OH HEY Oh great there goes alpha trion He sounds like Sentinel. I dislike it. He got that story out pretty smoothly for someone half a minute from death. He died on purpose, to get out of dealing with this mess. explosives guy is high all day every day Truly your spirit human. i love him They just so happened to bring tiny planes with them. Just in case. apparently! You never know when you're going to need tiny planes under the ocean. HA ohhh brutal How is she alive after that She did not survive that fall. damn magnus hahahaah his face oh scrap hahahah wow Nice wow Here comes Magnus! now magnus can't talk scrap about me bein' on crystals Hah! And they flood Atlantis with lava. Perfect. Well then They have known each other for about two hours. But it felt like three. ha GIVE HIM A HUG. Now wash that hand. That hand will never be clean. oof seaspray used to crack my spinal strut over his leg if i whined about it enough Nice. "But we WON'T say that, because it's SECRET" how did humans put magnus and me in this so well Dumb luck. There's apparently an awful sequel. technically it's actually three episodes to a tv show that got canned before it made it to air, and they thought they'd flog it direct to video Can we go about our lives, without suffering through the awful sequel? technically it's actually three episodes to a tv show that got canned before it made it to air, and they thought they'd flog it direct to video Can we go about our lives, without suffering through the awful sequel? Or will knowing it is out there haunt us relentlessly? uho h I'm up for it if you folks are. Welllllllll... Sure, I have not been tormented enough. Sure, why not watch something to viciously mock It probably is not worse than the pig sequels. Nothing could be worse than the pig sequels. Gotta run, Red. Thanks for the party Always a pleasure! See you! Behold! Atlantis on a tenth of the budget And then they died. Remember those beautiful shots from the first movie? None of that here! Lava whales. Lava whales. Of course. So it heals rock, too? I should know better than to ask why, and yet, it is the only question. Wasn't that thing... bigger? You probably aren't. Oh, it's crying His rock looks upset at what his city has become. their smiles look unnatural She looks weird OH JOY. A PET MASCOT The lava tubes. And a giant crab. No. Not allowed. Ew. I hate their relationship. All the food is just, like. Bowls of dyed pasta. You live in Atlantis, you eat noodles. Forever. Oh, Kida, what have they done to you? That's ridiculous They live UNDER THE OCEAN Surely they're familiar with, like, swimming, floating, drowning Yes, make sure you bring the animal with you. Where would they be without their mascot Perhaps less drowning. The real kraken is that grim faced weirdo. Gettin' a little Shadow Over Innsmouth here ewwww, don't touch it t's like watching animatronics Why do they even have an inn if they hate visitors so much what's with her FACE . . . She cannot actually focus on anyone. Will-o-wisps? Heh Rat-man's grimace will follow you to your dreams I despise everything about Rat-man. W...what Maybe he just has one of the magic life-extending crystals I hate that Rat-man is contributing more than he ever did in the good movie. He should never move the plot forward. and yet, he is "Ha, now you can't complain that he's useless!" I will complain regardless. Kray-ken. It like... patted him gosh, maybe he's not the one in charge here I never thought a story about a tentacle monster could be so unappealing. Stop moving the plot forward, Rat-man! How dare he contribute? And they crush their friend with roof debris. Gasp. Uh... ... Ominous. I thought there was going to be a twist where it was a tiny tentacle monster they do not get paid enough for this Also I feel like nothing was really... explained Of course it wasn't. Milo who showed up three weeks ago knows more than her, of course. Are they just planning on investigating nonsense around the world? Why not use the magic healing crysta on him Too much work. gosh it's ALMOST like the coyotes are MADE OF SAND, animated by some magic force Jinkies! ... This bit is older than I am. Oh, Kida... So there's no theft in Atlantis, huh Had not been invented yet. Well, HE'S evil Because you know the writers of this nonsense wanted to be timeline accurate. Him? No! Every problem is going to have a spooky old man. I keep expecting to see Wile E Coyote and the roadrunner in this landscape This seems offensive to someone. You think? I can't get past how weird everyone looks I mean, Rat-man took a lateral move, but still Gosh, who's surprised Wait, did Rat-man just contribute to the plot again More than old man Kakashi. Because surely he won't just go to the cave and steal everything. Rat-man's carrying the plot and I'm not okay with that. ... oh wow. He's the most important character in this story It's, like, all about his dirt-eating Oh so it's a big museum The adventures of Rat-man and friends. wow his voice will just never stop cracking, will it Stop touching each other. And then he killed them. WOW who would have GUESSED Of course we have to have silly implausible knockout gas. Why even bother tying them up? Just kill them while they are unconscious. Likes gloating? Please, please kill them while they're unconscious. I don't like Milo's little pantaloons or shapely calves. Someone had to draw them. Guess SOMEbody's about to get sandblasted But for the pot they broke, they must die. Don't do it, Kakashi! Tell me your secret. "well if I told you it wouldn't be a secret, would it" "We love you, old man Jicama." ... Did Odin broke into his house. Did Odin break into this guy's I mean I sthis where theis is going What even is this premise? I mean I guess he can have it None of this could have less to do with anything. Oh dude you are WAY off they wanted to do a multi-season tv show like this ...Or, uh. Maybe not Then he is simply an insane man who is good at training birds. Dead. Pffffff . . . . . . . "The cum filling?" ...What I also heard that. And again, ratman is essential to the plot. ....Ewwwwww, he dressed her I think he is very confused abou this mythos, also I feel concussed. ...Did anyone else just see the explosives human disassociate out of his body? They've all been doing that The image bleed has been very prevalent. I haven't seen it get quite as bad as that. Uh... huh. So they're like boiling the ocean That's a little grim Rest in peace, fishermen. Or not. Rejoin the world, just in time to participate in a World War. Excellent plan. Wait there's a child? And contract polio. Was she like born DURING the thousands of years under the sea? Not quite as bad as the pig sequel, but still too reliant on the ratman. well that was... underwhelming That was wretched. I'm on the cusp of powering down, but thank you all for coming and enduring this. Thank you for hosting this terrible assortment of bad ideas. Well. It's what I do! Good night! Thanks for the stream. Good night! Good night! Thanks for the stream. Good night! Thank *you* for the movie suggestion, night human!

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Liked Songs: 286/292 (.976)

1000-Song Set Influence: 9.624 (2)

1000-Song Set Charting Songs: 48

Sampler Playlist:

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Complete List of Liked Songs (by ranking, set ranking in parentheses):

A Walkin' Thing (3)

Body And Soul (8)

Doozy (15)

I Can't Get Started (27)

Honeysuckle Rose (28)

Now's The Time (41)

Blue Star (42)

Cotton Tail (43)

Ol' Man River (44)

Stompin' At The Savoy (46)

How High The Moon (47)

Something For October (72)

Old Fashioned Love (73)

What Is This Thing Called Love? (79)

Tales Of The Rising Sun Suite: August Moon (77)

Swingin' In November (79)

Perdido (80)

June Is Busting Out All Over (94)

Fantastic, That's You (95)

Blue Lou (96)

Funky Blues (97)

Back Bay Boogie (99)

Titmouse (100)

Melodrama In A V-Disc Record Room (105)

The Shadow Of Your Smile (107)

Secret Love (108)

Harlem Renaissance Suite: Sugar Hill Slow Drag (109)

Prelude To A Kiss (110)

Who's Sorry Now (114)

August Moon (115)

Will You Still Be Mine (116)

When Lights Are Low (117)

The Romp (118)

Striding (120)

Harlem Renaissance Suite: Happy Feet (121)

Not So Blue (122)

Rock Bottom (123)

If Dreams Come True (129)

I'm Beginning To See The Light (130)

Come On Back (133)

Elegy In Blue (134)

On Green Dolphin Street (135)

Polite Blues (136)

That Midnight Sun Will Never Set (139)

You, Only You (140)

'S Wonderful (141)

Frenesi (142)

Caravan (143)

Bop Bounce

Crazy Rhythm

Prohibido

My Romance

My Blue Heaven

Nuages

The Moon Is Low

Tales Of The Rising Sun Suite: Teatime

Long Ago

All Or Nothing At All

Good Queen Bess

Harlem Renaissance Suite: Happy Feet – Reprise

We Were In Love

Wailing

That Old Black Magic

Sweet Georgia Brown

Undecided

Vine Street Rumble

Jump Call

Stockholm Sweetnin'

Key Largo

Lady Be Good

The Early Boyd

Twelve O'Clock Jump

Untitled Jump

Just Friends

Summer Serenade

One Morning In May

I'm In The Mood For Swing

Tales Of The Rising Sun Suite: Chow Chow

Angel Eyes

Blues My Naughty Sweetie Gives To Me

But Beautiful

Blue Monk

Moon Of Manakoora

One O'Clock Jump

I Got It Bad And That Ain't Good

March Wind

Sao Paulo

Rock Me To Sleep

Gone With The Wind

Evening Star

Harlem Renaissance Suite: Sunday Morning

South Side Samba

How Can You Lose?

I Surrender Dear

'Round Midnight

Tales Of The Rising Sun Suite: Song Of Long Ago

My One And Only Love

Moonglow

I Still Love Him So

Hop, Skip And Jump

Little Girl Blue

Just In Time

Just You, Just Me

Just One Of Those Things

Didn't We

Far Away Places

Easy Money

Ain't She Sweet

The Marriage Blues

Some Other Spring

September Song

Bugle Call Rag

Sweet Lorraine

Time For The Blues

Beautiful Love

Cherry

Deep Purple

Friendly Islands

All The Things You Are

And The Angels Sing

Little Jazz

I Don't Stand A Ghost Of A Chance With You

Thou Swell

For All We Know

Moon Song

Misty

Mighty Like The Blues

The Song Is You

Tales Of The Rising Sun Suite: Samurai Song

This Can't Be Love

Cadillac Slim

Close Your Eyes

Blue Moonlight

Another Time, Another Place

I'm Coming Virginia

Jeepers Creepers

June In January

Laura

Isn't It Romantic

I Missed My Hat

Hackensack

Ennui

Harlem Wednesday

Prisoner Of Love

Street Scene

Bewitched, Bothered & Bewildered

Almost Like Being In Love

With A Song In My Heart

Re-Bop Boogie

Roses In December

Rose Room

Farewell Blues

What'll Be

You Took Advantage Of Me

These Things You Left Me

The Birth Of The Blues

Can't We Be Friends?

Cocktails For Two

Rosetta

People, People, People

Poinciana

Royal Garden Blues

Stomp In F

A Monday Date

All Alone

Alone Together

I've Found A New Baby

Medley: I Remember You

Stardust

Nightfall

Pick Yourself Up

Gin And Jive

Give Me Something To Remember You By

Our Love Is Here To Stay

Sirius Samba

Just Imagine

Imagination

Accent On Swing

When Day Is Done

We'll Be Together Again

When Your Lover Has Gone

Harlem Renaissance Suite: Lament For Langston

Bye Bye Blues

Blue Light Blues

Did You Call Her Today?

Blues Walk

Chilpanicingo

Summertime

Synthetic Love

All Of Me

If I Loved You

I Can't Escape From You

Blue Interlude

A Foggy Day

Stairway To The Stars

Mexican Hat Dance

Afraid Of You

Unforgettable

Your Conscience Tells You So

Waltzin' The Blues

Idaho

I'll Never Smile Again

I Should Care

I Understand

Fish Fry

Flamingo

Don't You Think

This Love Of Mine

The Courtship

There'll Be Some Changes Made

N'Embrassez Pas Ma Femme

Original Jelly Roll Blues

My Funny Valentine

Someone To Watch Over Me

Sleigh Ride In July

Ruby

Slow Freight

A Pretty Girl Is Like A Melody

Adventures Of An *

An Old Love Story

Autumn Leaves

Symphony

I Get A Kick Out Of You

I Don't Know

Mary Lou

Jubilee Jump

Janel

In A Little Spanish Town

I've Got The World On A String

I'll Remember April

I'll Be Around

You'll Never Break My Heart Again

You'd Be So Nice To Come Home To

Memories Of You

Malibu

A Kiss From You

Baby You're Mine For Keeps

The One I Love

Tenderly

Swingin' At Maida Vale

Theme Liebestram

More Than You Know

Arabesque

If Only I Could Read Your Mind

Jazz Waltz

If I Could Be With You

I Don't Know Why I Love You Like I Do

When My Sugar Walks Down The Street

Time On My Hands

I've Got Two Lips

I'm Sorry

Conjuring Up New Worlds

Coquette

Out Of My Way

Where's Art?

When Sunny Gets Blue

Big Wig In The Wigwam

My Heart Has Wings

He's Funny That Way

Forever Blue

Everything I Have Is Yours

February Fiesta

Donegal Cradle Song

Laugh! Clown! Laugh!

Just A Mood

June Comes Around Every Year

Prologue

Reina

Someday You'll Be Sorry

Ceora

Wrap Your Troubles In Dreams

Blue Evening

Blues For Mother Earth

Over The Rainbow

The Then

Blue Turning Grey Over You

Now That I Need You

Here's That Rainy Day

How Come You Do Me Like You Do

Distopia

Got Another Sweetie Now

Guilty

All That Jazz

Let Us Drink A Toast Together

Urbanissimo

Well, Mother, Do You Think They'll Make It?