The fellas get into the plot around 10 minutes in.
TRAVELOGUE is the MAUDE of THE BIG OPERA.
- TV nostalgia breakdown -
Dueling Moe Syzlacks at 29:00
Famous B'more restaurants at 38:00
SoMd BBQ shout outs after that
1.Nostalgia
2. Hey, Look At That, Everybody, There It Is
3. Round & Round
4. One Brings More
5. Soulprice
6. Red Raheem
7. Gateway Of The Sun
8. Sunday's Blind
9. Agenda
10. The Revolution's Come & Gone
11. North Ontario
12. The Masquerader
13. Cr-cr-crazy
14. Come On Now
15. Sunday's Blind Reprise
This begins with a kind of fucked up intro-theme.
This is the titular song!
Radiant heat is discussed.
This is a wrap for Pork
- dead musicians -
- Beatles at 14:00 -
Magic mushrooms jump started human civilization.
Medicinal cannabis is discussd.
Each song is mixed to its own vibe.
- more "Elvis Religion" talk -
The expanded Marvel Universe is discussed.
Brian loves Zappa.
Quote of the week at the end.
WESTWARD
In the bed next to me the man looks just like me
He said "My name is Angel White, boy, what is yours?"
"I'm Baby Blue" I said to him he squinted back at me again
And then he stood up walked away and closed the door
I'm standing in a mirrored hall I punch and kick at every wall
I fall my knuckles bloodied dripping to the ground
I look up and see Angel White just disappear into the night
There is a term for this if not then just a sound
When I'm standing tall I can't help but fall
When I'm on my knees I feel truly free
When I see Remote Control she would just offer me a bowl
And then she mesmerized explicitly at Dawn
As she came tome again she fluctuated slightly then
She misquoted all of the words I heard before
She populated like a breeze that had a different chain link sleeve
Of retributions paid and other ones that lost
As she split the sun in half She moved against the righteous path
And climbed down from the perch that never paid the cost
As I stood to see that it wasn't me
In that playful past of iconoclasts
The old man shuffled past me there his flask was metal facial hair
He had a jumpsuit on of rhinestones shining white
Never gave me wisdom once I didn't ask for other ones
But then I saw it as a lecture from respite
Did he really give a shit I didn't think he was legit
But then the world's a work and we're all fucking marks
The greatest con became the truth Falsified by the unclaimed youth
Of everyone it fades away into a spark
I'm so goddamned tired I'm so goddamn mired
Will it ever end probably not, my friend
When a man ain't got no home there's one thing left he's born to roam
But then again to run away's too aching sad
As a pilgrim from the rest who like to propagate the best
Of worst things everywhere there's money to be had
So I disappeared to see if when a people can't be free
That you can drown your sorrows just from passing through
Guess we'll never really know but it's sure fun to try to though
And if you don't agree I ain't got time for you
All my bullets gone shot through by this song
Westward let us roam make the road our home
Dave - guitar, vocals, harmonica
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian - mastering
Tom Waits stops by.
Louis Armstrong stops by.
"It's like a sleep bed for the numbers but for Porky's bass drum."
"The heat is on."
- Smith Island Cake: the official cake of the great state of Maryland -
The fellas try to figure out the Mount Everest Motivation Meme.
The fellas discuss euthanasia.
The fellas discuss death in general and looking after old folk.
HOSPITAL BED
Hospital bed I thought I was dead
I'm living instead I rose from the dead
So let us break bread blue suede shoes now red
In my hospital bed
I question my life I question my time
I question existence I question this rhyme
I question the sun I question the son
In my hospital bed
Scripture number one be a hound dog son
Scripture number two sing and don't be cruel
Hospital bed the scriptures I've read
He rose from the dead and Elvis ain't dead
It's all in my head all in my head
In my hospital bed
The legions they come they rise with the sun
The army's begun a million and one
It's not in my head not in my head
In my hospital bed
Scripture number three love me tenderly
Scripture number 4 close my fucking door
"Porky wanted to record a practice."
- call back to Circle 9's "Love, Lois" -
"Our Space Jams are better than the Michael Jordan movie."
"That big riff is one of the happiest things ever."
"What's going down with his 'tirt?'"
"He needs to get right with himself."
"I always wanted to end this with him wandering the desert like KUNG FU."
"Vivaldi is a pretender to the throne.
"KG and I came out of the side hatch."
FOTC and Tenacious D are legit.
"A little less coherent"
"A giant little world"
SNIPER/FLOATING
Is he the one?
Baby Blue gun
Yes he's the one
Run
I don't belong here
You belong here
We belong here
Don't be long
Smooth sailing
Cool eeze
Breath failing
True freeze
Dave - guitars, vocals, mandolin, banjo
Brian - bass, engineering, mixing
Wil - drums
Ian - mastering