Dave and Brian start off talking about legal pot in Oregon.
Quote #1: "Buy some fucking t-shirts what's the deal!"
First Movement: "Love & Hate" and "The Ballad Of Dawn and Remote Control" roughly 0 to 10 minutes.
Quote #2 by Joe Goldsborough: "Is that a note poem?"
The obligatory Beatles mention happens at the 14 minute mark. After that the fellas discuss trying to make digital recording as close to analog as possible, heap derisive scorn upon "polished" artists, and completely spoil the first 2/3 of the first season of SyFy's THE EXPANSE. And then Dave forgets Christopher Nolan's name.
Dave and Brian break down the Sync after it has been payed out twice and then get into the nitty gritty of the recording of the take that eventually made its way to the podcast.
Quote 1: "So good to see Joey. Love that son of a bitch."
Quote 2: "You look funny without a beard."
There's the obligatory Beatles mention somewhere around 20 minutes. After that the fellas spend more time trying to figure out staging eventually settling vaguely on "a web series as good as the SyFy shows" along with a feature film.
Quote 3: "We're guys that drive trucks and vans it's amazing we've got this far."
Dave struggles to explain how the virtual world expands.
Notes: musical Oliver Stone movie.
"Love & Hate" - the whole duality thing and questions posed.
"The Ballad Of Dawn & Remote Control" - this is where it gets trippy.
"Freaks In the Mainstream" - this is where Dawn gets famous.
Quote of the week: "You put a penis in your eye?"
"Liquid Existence" - instrumental and separate poem.
"The Light" - POV of followers at Dawn's mass.
"Sinkittup" - snapshot of everything else going o n when Dawn births Baby Blue.
This closes the book on the Dawn/Angel White/ Elvis story. The origin story is done.
Brian lays out the nuts and bolts of how to get it done.
Beatles mention at the 17 minute mark.
Love and hate
Love and Hate
Dawn don't feel so good
'Cause nothing's understood
And she's been wasting time
And she's been forced to find a new time
Barely holding on
Tracking footsteps in the rain
Of a darkness spawned
Never going home again
The highway's spoken
"I don't have a soul"
Thought Remote Control
Heaven's cruelest joke
Crossroads sign is broke
Dawn breathes reprieves
Remote just eaves
Dawn burns best at night
When she feels it's right
From her flows a glory
Hellkind's meanest story
Dawn wakes up beneath Remote Control
Knows that she's there just to play her role
Naked oozing love she becomes night
Leaves her drooling walks out through the night
To the show
Remote Control never will wake up
Dawn's spent ashes combust and erupt
Become one with everything and sing
Desperate for the hope tomorrow brings
To the show
She's reading Dharma Bums
Preaching with a gun
Haiku in the sun oh my sweet Jesus
Flower petal burns
Crash a sharp right turn
Nothing's what you earn when you're in pieces
Maybe she met you
Made you join her crew
Poetry for you that's nothing special
Crack the whip and dash
Where the sorrows clash
Happiness is what she did embezzle
Naked on the TV screen
Dawn hit the mainstream
I saw her on the magazine
Freak in the mainstream
Is all but a prank
Payed by you on you in times of vigor
Dogma by the ton
Everyone got one
Shouting it about al full of rigor
So be a Dharma Bum
Suck your goddamn thumb
Curl into a ball that's like a fetus
Where's her zen cash crew?
They don't know what to do
Baby, we just need someone to lead us
Give me fish I'm on my knees
Freaks in the mainstream
I saw her on the magazine
What does it all mean?
And when the lights go down
We're lying naked on the ground
And when the lights come up
We mean to interrupt
And when the light does bend
Then we're you're only friends
And when the light does fade
We sing our serenade
In my fantasy dance billions
Chilling in a skinless ville
Come forth and feel the beating of the drums
When orgasmic screams of passion
Happen and the waves crash at
A distant forest fire that's just the sun
In an ancient land a man stood motionless
He called forth all the powers of the devil
To his hand
In a modern time cry people looking for a savior
Find the strength to live
You got it
Form a band
War torn like a tenement
It's all a big experiment
There ain't no wrong or right when you hate god
Evil seeps like rotting corpses
Lectured on in college courses
Piling up as if it were not odd
Underneath the circus tent
There sits a man his back is bent
And in his hand his only son he holds a knife
He says "hey, son, go on and do
the job it's just begun
and slice the trapeze rope it's all, yeah, just a life"
Inside a cab a slab of meat
Drives aimless through the city streets
He works for nothing gunfight all the time
Then one fine day he snaps
And wraps his hand around a nine and zaps
A gas and go quadruple murder crime
Walls of water feed corruption
Naked timeless tunnels of the soul
Band and pop and cry
The sky shines on newborn forgotten son
To teenage momma born from rock and roll