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Through this podcast SFP is creating an extended universe through the use of guitar based pop songs. The tale is both episodic and serial. As of the COVID lock down the SFPeeniverse consisted of 7 Broadway style musicals. This is ambitious stuff. The conceit is that an '84 Chevy El Camino acts as a TARDIS catalyst connecting the characters to unlimited story telling opportunities.
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Feb 21, 2018

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.

Feb 19, 2018


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



Feb 14, 2018

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.



Feb 12, 2018


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


Feb 7, 2018

"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"




Feb 5, 2018


Is he the one? 

Baby Blue gun

Yes he's the one


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

Jan 31, 2018

"It whimpers out into disarray."

"We faked it. It's show biz."


Dave sings the discarded bridge from an earlier version of this song.

"The Hollywood lawyers behind uniting all the Marvel stuff are the real heroes."

"Capaldi has become so iconic as The Doctor."

Brian is still obsessed with poo flying out of the eyewash station.


"You know? 'Cause I take the fun out of everything."

The fellas go through the outline for SPACESHIPS, GUNS, AND BOOBIES.

Jan 29, 2018

Damn pleased to meet me the pleasure is all yours

Ain't you glad to see me here I open spiritual doors

Nothing's prohibited

Do what you feel

Nothing's your fault

Illusion is real

Fund the triumvirate of Chingiss and Caesar and me

Give me retrofitted scriptures so they can make sense

Charge a fee from me to thee subsequent recompense

Shake your ass and clap your hands interenactually

Dig deep now, you fucking marks, and give it unto me


Let us breed and multiply and fill this fucking earth

Let us gain control so we can say who can be birthed

Let us say what's wrong and right and kill those who oppose

Let us make up words like "good" and "evil" just like those


Dave - guitars and vocals

Brian, bass, engineering, mixing

Wil - drums

Ian- mastering

Jan 24, 2018

Dave's embarrassed by the song title.

Dave has found more old notes.


I4H shout out (Earwolf Podcast Network)

Corridor Cast shout out

"I never wrote it down until Circle 9."

"I guess pantsless Thursdays got their start there."

"I don't know how to do this digital bullshit."

"The Sweet Swagger Band."

"The Jerky Bands"

"Gotta go!"

-Debauched sacrifices-

Icaris-ish buttmunch stereotypes

"She was that English girl and now she's dead."

"I'm barely awake."

Mount Rockmore Americans

"I've had no formal training so eat ass, bitch."

"White people lost in the city."

"Getting a bunch of weirdos to do what you want them to do."



Jan 22, 2018

Hey, groupie, with your cheap tattoos

Come cure this poor boy blues

It all comes naturally

So let yourself be free

We're all just lost to be


Hey, groupie, writhing through the day

Conform with all we say

Give freedom to the beast

Let fractious souls unleash

A feeding without feast


Hey, groupie, did you ever know

A question answered no?

A falcon flew at dusk

It smelled of seat and musk

It sang a song and busked


Hey, groupie, what's this game?

Hey, groupie, what's this pain?

Teach it to the lost

Populated frost

Gone like other's moss



Dave - guitars, vocals, harmonica, slide guitars

Brian, bass, engineering, mixing

Wil - drums

Ian -mastering



Jan 17, 2018

"Fucked up debauchery"

"I'm pretty good at taking the fun out of stuff."

"It was a dirty little space. It was nice."

- Extended Eutaw Street discussion -

- Extended Alt Country discussion -

"The Limpsticks"

"Songs need to slow down and speed up."

"The banjo's done with a pick in the Irish style."

The fellas talk about the notes in Dave's attic.

What constitutes a shuffle?

"It gives it more power in the spot."



Jan 15, 2018

We were travelling last night when

We pulled up to shining lights and

We talked about mysticism

We left early as is our whim


We set sail the morning after

Had them hanging from the rafters\

Honestly there's something to this

Even though no one can prove this

We roll town to burg

Shouting Elvis' name and spreading his good word

We see all to those believe

Crash town like a wave then roll up stakes and leave

Truth be told the crowds they scare me

What if once they tried to dare me

I would say "It's faith just trust me."

Ain't no way these fools will bust me


Dave - guitars, banjo, vocals

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Wil - drums

Jan 10, 2018

Elvis is still the omniscient narrator.

-The greatest cosmic joke

-All the old rock and roll stuff

*The Civil Rights Act was created in 1964.

*The miscegenation laws were still in effect in Baltimore, MD in 1966.


Dave gets flummoxed at how Bian was unaware of "news"until the late 1990s.

"I'd rather listen to vomit hitting the ground than classic rock."

"Oysters as big as your hand"


Jan 8, 2018

Elvis is the savior and Elvis is the king

Elvis stopped the war and made us all break out and sing

Elvis made me see the light

Made me never want to fight

I am Elvis I am god

Join the flock and suck my rod

Elvis has risen

People, have you heard the news

It[s better than you could have dreamed

Elvis has come back to us and left the movie screen

Give him praise and me your funds

Elvis Presley's number one

I am Elvis I am god

Join the flock and suck my rod

Elvis has risen

Let me have the congregation jumping to its feet

Let me have 'em getting naked dancing in the streets

Elvis has me seen the light

Made us never want to fight

I am Elvis I mgod

Joun the flock and suck my rod

Elvis has risen

I am the Elvis

Goo goo ga joob

Dave - guitars and vocals

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Wil - drums



Dec 20, 2017

"A reaper crystal."

"You need to get that semen out of your ears."

Certain things, fuck it."

"And by the way fuck you."

Dave talks about an old screenplay he wrote called CUPID.

"...didn't have to look at fellas and their gross bodies and faces."

Tattooine is a good proxy for THE BIG OPERA world but with more cities and ruins.

Brian decides to talk about guns, abortion, and religion.

"You have to agree with everything."

Correction: "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost not "The Road Less Traveled."

Dec 18, 2017

Well I had a dream last night

All around me the party was raging

Elvis was our God

The sky was a dull shade of pagan

We sacrificed our lives

Dawn she showed the way in

So I had a dream last night

Ain't phony I ain't faking

A dull shade of pagan

The party was raging

Folks were engaging

The dull shade of pagan

So I figured I could spread the word

In a way that won't pay taxes


As long as the song relaxes

It's a new mythology

Pilfered from the old ones

Sold as if it's new

Gospel of the bold ones


So I got it up andrunning

In a tent by The Rotting Sea

Spread the word of Elvis

All for a nominal feeRob them suckers blind

Preaching like a magma

Cause that break to bind

Not really going to scam you


Dave - guitars and vocals

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Wil - drums


Dec 13, 2017

"I don't want to start off with harmonies that are a little 'Steve Earle-ish.'"

"No Shakespeare in this fucking act at all."


"Work hard don't be late."

"Your art;don't be lazy about it."


36:00 Young Ones reverie

Dec 11, 2017


The sun really ain't too bright but I got to squint to see anyway

Sleeping in a stranger's car I jerk when it starts to sway

I said "I'm just in from Jerusalem I'm just in from the sun"

A six string in a gunny sack I'm looking to have some fun

I been high every single night

Won't you come back home with me

And won't you try to be with me tonight

Won't you come back home with me

So I strolled up to the bar I said "I'll play if I can drink for free"

The bartender started to laugh hell the whole place was staring at me

So I pulled out my black Les Paul I said "You better give me some room."

I put my fingers down on the strings and I proceeded to sonic boom

When I was done the bartender smiled he said "We knew you'd come our way

We heard lots of stories 'round here stuff we're afraid to say."

I said that I was just doing my job trying to make my guitar bleed

I got my sack and I walked on out and I recited the Apostle's Creed


Dec 6, 2017

"Goddammit shut up, phone!"

"Straight up Ray Lewis imitation."

"Professional Wrestling is modern day carnies - KAYFABE."

"We kind of rushed 'Ochy."

"Musically retreating from 'Bonkersland.'"

\"Built into my soul."

"I like crying. I think it's cool."

"Self masturbation?"

15:00 Brian's rabbit hole.

Dave wants to make a line of edibles called DOOM COOKIES.

Anchor Hardware plug.

Dec 4, 2017

Here's the oft discuss podcast concerning the incestuous nature of the Baltimore Band scene brought to you solo by Brian Edward Lutz. Enjoy!

Nov 27, 2017

"I'm not too much of a mic controller."

"Joe's riff still ends this."

Dave does the Circle 9 lyrics.

"Fucking Plummer took a picture of the Abbey."

"This is by far the wackiest overdubathon we done."

"They were engraved in his soul deep in his consciousness."

"Nobody gives a shit!"

At around 40 minoutes the fellas engage in a lengthy discussion in regards to Metallica's relevance.

"St Agner."

"Why are we going on about Metallica?"

58:00 the genisi of "The Tale Of the El Camino."


Nov 27, 2017


I'm a paranoid sucker 'cause I know they're out to get me

And my fists with a wish for a laid back twist

And surviving turned to thriving turned to starving turned to what

In an icon fractured clog bogged down when it's found

All around a different town or city dwelling yelling nothing

At an existential fog or bog or something else entirely

Or a laser or a frog toed sloppy domed slow burn

Other sucker looser with a punch a bunch of these here

Unrehearsed gems floating down again but then again

A friend has other needs feed iambic tantric greed

Got a surfing webbed foot soot choked smoke it up

Smoke it up suck it down don't cough cough cough

Been a jealous zealous fool guy why fry wide eyed

Sky up below or throw the other one again or then

Did I say she was a friend when or then is when again

How's now let it go or else it bows so here we go


Man she leans and she dips and she drinks and she strips

And she swerves and she curves and she knows and she glows

But she hears and she nears and she queers and she lears

When she lunges and she plunges and she hinges and she plummets

As she cries and she lies and she flies and she sighs

If she knows and she grows and she slows and she flows

If she was or she must or she's just or she's rust

When she flips and she dips and she rips and she sips

As she kisses and she misses and she hisses and she disses

Then she fucks and she sucks and she trucks and she mucks

For she screams and she dreams and she beams and she reams

And she straps and she naps and she raps and she straps

'Cause she fights and sh's right and she's might and she's night

And she's day and she's here and she's far and she's near


When the paranoia took me like a volcano it shook me

The tsunami was a birthrite and the actress got the words right

If it ever didn't happen then I thought it maybe might

If there ever was a doubt it wasn't right

My soliloquy is broken like a wrestling gimmick

My cantankerous mind failed to lure or to mimic

Felt betrayed when she stayed and bereft when she left

Felt a cringe become a frown and I put that sucker down

If there ever was a modern one it never came to me

If there ever was another one to see

Back it up now you're good cut it hard tap the brake

Slake the thirst you're the worst kiss the night

Float above the fray

Let it go.


Dave - guitars, vocals, mandolin, banjo

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums and percussion

Ian - mastering

Nov 22, 2017

"Another pantsless Thursday."

Yoko stops by.

"Get in your El Camino T.A.R.D.I.S."

The story of Gus the stray cat.

The story of the Hotel Shipwreck Journal.

"Comfort is for the weak."

*SPOILER ALERT* Stranger Things 2 21:00-24:00.

Nov 20, 2017


Here's a story truth be told

Of woebegone fortuneless bold

And shattered minds on ecstasy

Caressing and so endlessly

And through the meanings of the pines

As underground as concubines

A harem made of robot parts

Conveyed through trays of structure hearts

Grappled over and then some

Sucking on my fucking thumb

Pleased the barker lies be sought

Fissured lives of astronauts

And then she said "You're all dismissed."

With kisses made from mountain mist

She's Dawn she fucking floats in the sky

She's Dawn she's always higher than high

She's Dawn recycled from a myth

She's Dawn a modern sarcophogus

As I knelt I felt her scent

Fucked her in her covenant

Would she bless me with a kiss

Or a fateful unnamed bliss

Sanctioned by a godless ton

As it was it's kind of fun

What again was then it ain't

Can't remember no complaints

Did the anniversary

Give a gift of common glee

Punctured wounds that bled of silk

Fractured by the mother's milk

Stranded on a nearby shore

Booked tonight forever more



Dave - vocals, guitars

Brian - bass, engineering, mixing

Andy - drums

Ian - mastering


Nov 15, 2017

A major songs - 3 in a row!

Song with the pauses.

This song was written in an alcoholic haze.

4:30 Brian's interpretation.

6:00 The reason the switch came from suites to songs.

8:00 The fellas address addiction and opiates.

All the kids in construction are pillheads.

15:40 Slobberbone mention.

Prince's SIGN OF THE TIMES movie is how Brian and Dave wanted to do the live show for the first half of THE BIG OPERA.

20:00 Office of corrections office: John and Yoko wee not married when she sang on "The Continuing Story Of Bungalow Bill."

21:00 Brian's latest Rickenbacker story.

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