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Dave and Brian, as the band Society Fringe Players, are psychedelic punk rock opera hillbillies who are using this podcast to roll out their 87 song narrative entitled THE BIG OPERA. They release a new song every Monday morning at 7 ESTand then release a commentary track every Wednesday morning at 7 EST explaining how that song fits into THE BIG OPERA. They're too "Bawmer" for their own good. Reach them on Twitter at @davelinantudsfp and @brilutz9. Yes these are Circle 9 guys.
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Dec 23, 2019

No man can catch her eyes
She don't think much of guys
With their macho bullshit talking trash
To her it just ain't funny, man
She's made her way to Beta 9
She heard New Earth's a damn good time
She's seen it
Yet she's coming back again
Them love machines are fine for some
When you're all filled up with Martian rum
With their whizzing gears sometimes
Why they seem just like a person
But they don't talk and they don't laugh
Unless the program tells them to
It really ain't spontaneous
But most the folk just don't care
No man can catch her eye
Nor r-600s with custum thighs
But loves where you can get it
Take that plunge and don't regret it
Her eye is roving still
Forever, man, it will
Every day's an oppurtunity
That's all she wants to see
She leaves New Earth alone
Might as well go back home
At least her home is home
Home is home

Dec 11, 2019

05  I totally doubted him so hard.

10  We go in the backstage of the Shamu area.

15  I don't have a bunch of old cars sitting around.

20  I only eat meat that I kill myself.

25  Make someone look like total shit and not tell them.

30  The bands really do kind of suck.

35  That was fire, man.

40  Use your blinkers. Be courteous. 

45  Don't live in the desert.

50  I seen one space movie my whole life.

Dec 9, 2019

My lifelong quest is to be a badass
But it's made a mess of my whole damn life
Oh to be to be a badass
Or to be a chump
That is lifeI've been around
I've seen the worst
That folk can do
And do to you
Such a shame
Here in this rat's nest
That is this life
That is this life
It's time to go
To get to gettin'
It's a bit more fun
When you just don't care
Everything conspires with nothing
All the time everywhere
I can’t recall the sound of laughter
If when it’s free for all to hear
I can’t recall I just can’t remember
So I have to ask you
What’s it like to fear
And when it’s done and when it’s over
Then I will laugh and I will cry
Because then I won’t have to wonder
Or ask the question
What’s it like to die?
My lifelong quest is to be a badass
But It’s made a mess of my goddamned life
Oh to be to be a badass
Or to be a chump
That is life
Don’t be a chump
Take my advice.

Dec 4, 2019

I messed up the publish date of this the first time arund. The good news is that it's even better now!

Dave of Society Fringe Productions and Dennis of Sun Rider 9 Productions

05  Might be for the number one seed.

10  It'll look pretty damn good.

15  Went fishin' down by the bay bridge.

20  Somebody said they did see them on there.

25  At some point Warner took over.

30  What's the dog's name?

35  That turtle's trying to sit on that fucking fish!

40  Baltimore Colts Fight Song

45  The hardest part is organizing for the sound people.

50  The Catonsville version for Chopped.

Nov 11, 2019

Instrumental with spoken words coming from one of Brian's whacked out books.

Oct 28, 2019

Dave - guitars and vocals

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums and percussion

Written by Brian Lutz

Oct 21, 2019

For fear of everything the ancient pilgrim moaned

Alive forever brings whatever else was loaned

There is a specialty that no one does dare speak

Here in the aftermath of creaking banshee shrieks

Inside your crumbled world know you're not alone 

Outside the insular lonely people roam

Dreamers and malcontents and rebels scared to win

If even everywhere there's that humming din

Like a bird with everything insaide

Plummets shivering shores collide

If it ain't true than we're forever blue

If it is I must oblige

I feel so bad you see 'cause I can't get wat I want

With the assumption that our languages just taunt

Here on peripheral like lightening in the sea

And forged in question marks a language I can't speak

Hell, man, it's everywhere a humming tired ennui

Of shit that's happenstance we're chosen randomly

Directions all a joke salvation is a lie

Flyin' like a bird, you see, says "say hey bye bye."

Like a bird that soars across the sky

Keep on flying 'til we die

A new born curse

A worn out universe

Love and life fall from my eyes yeah

Oct 14, 2019

Embrionic sludge suck it down tonight

Down the delusion make you feel alright

Just don't wanna know just don't want to see

Just don't want to care just don't want to be

Listen, man, I dig everything is wrong

Such a stupid thought put it in a song

It's a pennt ante world that don't amount to shit

Ain't got the guts to die so numb yourself to it

Here's to you again

Pain will never end

Time to say "goodbye and hello nanobytes"

Let them pull the load you have earned that right

With everything you done and everything you know

Give yourself to it you deserve it tho

You won't come back again

Won't feel anything

Let that tonic breath let it fill your soul

Let it make that real let it gain control

Here's to nowhere friends

Never ever ends


Oct 7, 2019

She hates her clothes and so she walks around with nothing on

She's all butt naked at the mall she gets arrested, son

Spends the night in jail

Only thing she wears

Is just the ti foil on her head

The shrink think's she's crazy so he tries to fill her head with drugs

He don't believe the foil transmissions from her kitchen rug

Wall to wall by the sink

Don't make no sense

Just another reason she's insane

She tells the shrink exactly just what he does want to hear

Her plans have gotten bigger and she sees her time is near

Hit's a temporal note

A subsonic wave

And now the doctors are her slaves

Tin Foil Girl she knows exactly how to make some money fast

Makes the doctors clone a formula that makes the highs just last

Sells it to the numb' Cause they hate their lives

Just enough to start her own damn bank

When she multiplies the algorythm it's now on its own

Keeps on making shit be new it knows the sequence of the clone

Tin Foil gets her cut

Parties like it's life

And then becomes the president

She gives a speech up on the mall in downtown Washington

Just tin foil on her head and nothing else got no clothes on

Cut's her promo well

Hits the buller points

The pundits duly play their parts

Because she's turned us into marks

And only did it for a lark

We need a second Noah's Ark


Sep 30, 2019


Well if it's true

Then she'll force it out of her mind


Fucking up for the umpteenth time

They say it's wrong

Spaceships guns and boobies ain't got no home

But it's a song

Can't forget the future when the past ain't ever known

She has an Elvis on her dashboard and a Dawn in pendant heart

And a dog tag of a fella who was there to play a part

When she spreads her legs and kisses everything goes down in flames

Just because it's life and death don't mean that this here ain't a game

Well had she known

She never would have entered but then she did anyway


That's for little punk ass mealy mouth with nothing much to say

But then that's us

Just a bunch of followers just glad to be alive

It's in the rulebook

Right after the chapter that says how to shuck and jive

Gimme a one shot dagger

Destined to blow my mind

No in between

Either the top or the bottom line

Singing on down the line



And boobies

Sep 23, 2019

On the interstate Charlene was just a rebel

Wrong as long as you're the one carrying a badge

In the aftermath of that sky blue El Camino

When she took one hell but it didn't hurt too bad

Now a polarized consensus leaves a girl without her senses

The aftermath was thus as much as but

She fought for what

Just to make it clear Charlene's Remote Control

You could see this swerve like a heel turn telegraphed

If you didn't know the scent of burnt rubella

Has a healing cypher and a myth just do the math


     in the place where the bison thunders echo

     lead that fuel gas her up and get go oh no

So the time space loop in the multiverse of stoners

Making stories up so the moon becomes the sun

Here's a reprobate sexier than Cleopatra

Let her fill your lungs up and smoke that son-a-gun





Sep 16, 2019

Fifty damn years on down the road

I was driving late at night

Under pollution lights

But it didn't stop the sun from coming up

To interrupt

Everything I seen

And everyone I known

My young self stumbled by

Too drunk too wonder why

Ain't no stars in the sky for the nowhere ones

That never won

Beat you black and blue

Bleed a drop or two

I see it in my sights

I glimpse it in the night

I don't know what is right for the nowhere ones

That never won

We're the nowhere ones

That just begun


Sep 9, 2019

00  Otis Redding

05  It's the science fiction western.

10  If there's ten songs he put a shaker on nine of them.

15  ...And he played in the Sprouts?

20  Paul bought it.

25  That was for six!

30  It just doesn't feel right.

35  Nothing is to be dismissed.

40  It might not be my chair.

45  You have some riffs.

50  I smoked pot at the first Circle 9 practice.

55  They were surfing in Tahiti.

60  He...he...he...he....

Sep 19, 2018

05 - "They're not in the teens."

10 - "Don't talk about it. You just got to do it."

15 - "Twenty years ago it was an island."

20 - "Interdimensional is more along the lines of what's going on."

25 - "...I don't recommend psychedelics to those people."

30 - "Double you, oh, oh, ee, are; 'wooder.'"

35 - "I can dig through my bag and find it."

40 - "I found my notebook from 2003."

45 - "You're doing sepia toned nostalgia."

50 - "January 31st (2003) the Ottobar Clash Tribute Show.

55 - "I got 7 gigs listed on here. I am a nerd."

00 - "That's how I roll, man. I'm a songwriter."

Sep 17, 2018



Roam, suckers, roam through the markets of Chin Pau

With you races full of hope and your pockets full of dollars

Roam, suckers, roam with the freedom of life blood

Sucking face with grace in a love that's blessed by turmoil


Mourn, sucker, mourn 'cause you spit on family blood

And you turned your back on Momma, she never turned her back on you

Mourn, sucker, mourn with your shoulder slinging nine

And that bullet by your heart which your brother broke on purpose

Roam, sucker, roam


Laugh, sucker, laugh, 'cause revenge is blood that boils

And the reason why it is is the reason why we're here

Laugh, sucker, laugh 'cause your life's a twisted mess

Let's look back in anger to how we got here

Roam, sucker, roam


Oh, precious blood

Relinquishing its hold on what's to be

Oh precious blood

New day rising bloody still blood still bloody still

Blood flows through our veins


Picture - "Blood Heart" by Philip Roberts

Dave - vocals, guitars

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums, percussion

Ian - mastering


Sep 10, 2018



The tale of the El Camino 

She's waltzing and drafting on air

Time and relative dimension in space

With a consciousness tied to my hair

With the breeding of an overhand punch

That pukes up a paisley gold flight

In the form of a youthful arachnid

Opportunity's also called plight

Around and away we go in the bed of an old Chevrolet

Straightening the hill flattening the curve

Doing it all night and day


Some say that the car has a conscience

Some simply say that she's a truck

Stock 305 bolstered by a warp drive

And a temporal matrix of luck

Remote Control found her in the portal

But she's been around lo many years

Here's what she did 'fore the Big Opera Grid

Just a matter of grinding them gears



Dave - guitars, mandolin, vocals

Brian -bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums, percussion

Ian - mastering


Aug 20, 2018

00 - "Kuh-veet"

05 - "All he stuff that we did is now finding it's way into the digital media."

10 - "Get the starty going."

15 - "...the funky funky beef get lickin' on the chicken."

20 - "Sobrattic Sunjam song"

25 - "What is that thing that I cannot place?"

30 - "I didn't know the rule was you had to be tere for all my overdubs."

35 - "Porky wrote the 'Brian's Theme Song' melody."

40 - "I really didn't think it was possible."

45 - "It's super narcissistic."

50 - "If you pay attention you've known about it for ten years."

55. - "Wait 'til you hear what we do to it."


Jul 9, 2018

00 - DBTs bringing us into the pod casted into the realm.

05 - "Fucking Gettysburg just happened."

07 - Dave's birthday is on 9/11

10 - Remote Control is the Gettysburg Nurse.

15 - "Yeah the wackadoodle thing."

25 - "You call a shawl a shrug?"

30 - They became outlaws in the west.

35 - "I can't help it if you guys make up boring parts to an awesome song."

40 - "Yeah it's an ungly part of war."

45 - "I's evolved from all that."

50 - "There's a little hippy community repurposing those row homes.

55 - "CSS Virginia had everybody singing on it."

60 - SFPBW

May 30, 2018

Brian adds to his encyclopedic take upon the intertwined nature of good ole B'more players.

May 23, 2018

1. Stars and Bars

2. Let's Smoke Some Reefer.

3. Drivin' Again

4. Day To Day

5. To Be a Badass

6. Joh MacKaye Am I

7. Open Road

8. Let Me Plug Your Product

9. Home Is Home

10. Dirty Shame

11. Piano


Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals

Brendan Tobin - bass, engineering, mixing, mastering

Ryan Bowen - drums

May 21, 2018


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

She's insane

Midnight's broken

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

Everybody's angst

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

Deconstructed interruptions

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



Welcome to the Vacuum

A song for all the hearts that are departed

Welcome to the vacuum


Walking through ancient Rome everything's the same

So I turn my back to the riverbed and children and their games

Hello, friends, I'm here to please to break the wickid ways

Life's a myth and so is this and so is judgement day

I seen too soon another swoon running from a gun

I felt the world shrivel up hell I'm only having fun

Interviewing Dawn on judgement day

Subadai took Europe's sons and put them in a grave

Built a world on top of them vanished in the haze

The Khan he sighed 'cause he was bored and turned his mind to east

Crushed their souls, drank from bowls, took pleasure in the feast

Interviewing Dawn on judgement day

"What you done?" asked Caesar's son and plunged the knife in deep

The Gallic ones were slaughtered by the Roman Nobilise

Nobody lived to tell the tale history turned her back

IRL for you and me it started in Iraq

Interviewing Dawn come judgement day


A song for al the hearts that are departed

A prayer for those who never got it started

A valentine for all the broken hearted

A joke for all the bitterness departed

A blindman's leap into a void suggestion

A glimpse of hope for all thoise in depression

No answer to the everlasting question

Bask, become a target, no regression

Welcome to the vacuum


If the world were perfect the dodo would live

Brotherhood and sisterhood woud be the words to give

Laughter would float endlessly up through a tearless sky

Giant trees would shade a peace that never says "goodbye"

In a world levitation

Don't stand in line to find regeneration in all human kind

You need no explanation

Feel free to see reality and be for what you want to be

Although I know the show won't start

Take aim and touch my bleeding heart

If the world were perfect I wouldn't lose my keys

War would be a rhyme for door and there would be no need for peace

A skinless man and woman would be all that we would need

Money would be funny and we'd all say "what is greed?"

But all the time my optimism fades

And I get too hung up to struggle for the shade

The world seems so unkind

Build the nerve to climb out of this hole

If the world were perfect I wouldn't sing this song

If the world were perfect we'd be one big dancing throng

In a world levitation


Packed in the slave ship side by side

The slave ship Captain enjoy the ride

They bought and sold him flesh on leash

From his home on the African beach

And they trade his heart for gold

What the white man sold

The war was fought bondage gone

1860s protest song

General Lee to MLK

Elvis Presley in the USA

And the time she rumbles on

Hatred not long gone

And she knows what she knows

At he dawn of our millennium

Bottled water and titanium

Packed in the ghetto side by side

His father owned his father they're side by side

Neither one can make the rent

Hatred raging action spent

Cry forgotten son


I can walk away disgusted

It ain't us against them

It's us against us

It's friend against friend

So you know everything

So you have got it done

So your world will live on

Cry forgotten son

Your world is so mapped out

From what your father planned

Smile at the face of sickness

It bites the other hand

'Cause your world ain't my world

But my sun is your sun

And I guess that it always was

Cry forgotten ones


Your world ain't my world

Killing for your god

Written in the scriptures

Your word is a lie

People work and people play

People sing and people dance

People love and people hate

People live and people die

Your world ain't my world


Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals

Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, production

Wilmer Berry - drums

Joe Gallagher - spiritual assistance

Ian Burke - mastering and sound effects



May 16, 2018

1. Another Spot from Act 11 Dawn City

2. Paranoid from Act 11 Dawn City

3. Won't You Come Back Home from Act 12 Westward

4. Town To Burg from Act 12 Westward

5. Hey, Groupie from Act 12 Westward

6. Fund the Triumvirate from Act 12 Westward

7. Remote Control from Act 13 Space and Time

8. Let Her Know from Act 13 Space and Time

9. Seven from Act 13 Space and Time

10. Portal from Act 13 Space and Time


Act 11 Dawn City and Act 13 Space and Time

Dave Linantud - guitars, vocals, mandolin, banjo

Brian Litz - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy Och - drums and percussion

Ian Burke - mastering

Act 12 Westward

Dave Linantud - guitars, vocals, banjo

Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing

Wilmer Berry - drums

Ian Burke - mastering

May 14, 2018

1. Meltdown from Act 9 Atlantis

2. The Roar Of the Drunken Gods from Act 9 Atlantis

3. Atlantis from Act 9 Atlantis

4. Karma Wrecker from Act 9 Atlantis

5. Frontline from Act 10 Battle

6. Hell On Earth from Act 10 Battle

7. Rust from Act 10 Battle

8. Meltdown Heavy from Act 10 Battle

9. Dawn City Overture from Act 11 Dawn City

10. Atom Bomb from Act 11 Dawn City


Act 9 Atlantis and Act 10 Battle

Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals

Brian Lutz - bass, engineering,mixing

Sharon Santos - drums

Ian Burke - mastering

Act 11 Dawn City

Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals

Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy Och - drums and percussion

Ian Burke - mastering

May 9, 2018

1. Epilogue from Act 6 Baby Blue

2. The Orphan from Act 6 Baby Blue

3. Tidalwaves from Act 7 Hopeless

4. Homeless from Act 7 Hopeless

5. Fuck the Herd from Act 7 Hopeless

6. All Fall Down from Act 7 Hopeless

7. How Do You Like That from Act 8 Breakdown

8. Crank It Up You Fucking Whores from Act 8 Breakdown

9. Edge City from Act 8 Breakdown

10. Highway Home from Act 8 Breakdown


Act 6 Baby Blue

Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals

Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy Och - drums and percussion

Ian Burke - mastering

Act 7 Hopeless

Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals

Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing

C.J. Johnson - drums

Ian Burke - mastering

Act 8 Breakdown

Dave Linantud - guitars and vocals

Brian Lutz - bass, engineering, mixing

Wilmer Berry - drums

Ian Burke - mastering

May 7, 2018

1. The Glow from Act 1 Dawn 

2. If I Die Tonight from Act 1 Dawn

3. Dreamgirl from Act 2 Angel White

4. Shadows from Act 2 Angel White

5. Desperation Waltz from Act 3 Old Man Blues

6. Disaster Time from Act 3 Old Man Blues

7. Dawn's Eulogy from Act 3 Old Man Blues

8. Baby Blue from Act 3 Old Man Blues

9. Bring the Mall from Act 6 Baby Blue

10 Why from Act 6 Baby Blue



Act 1 Dawn

Dave: guitars, vocals, bass

Brian: engineering, mixing

Ryan: drums

Drew: mastering


Act 2 Angel White

Dave: guitars, vocals

Brian: bass, engineering, mixing

Ryan: drums

Rob: sax

Drew: mastering 


Act 3 Old Man Blues

Dave: guitars, vocals

Brian: bass, engineering, mixing

C.J.: drums

Ian: mastering


Act 6 Baby Blue

Dave: guitars, vocals

Brian: bass, engineering, mixing

Andy: drums

Ian: mastering



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