About Me
The usual story. We had no interest in becoming lawyers so we went to art school where, instead of learning to paint, we began touching each other under the table, then in the parking lot, then pretty much everywhere. Oh, yes, and then there's the music. We agree Psychedelia is the last refuge of the talentless, but it's also loads of fun to listen to during long bouts of sex. We tried it out for you. It is approved. Of course, it may not be your cuppa. It's quite nice if you like that sort of thing, of course, and very ugly if you don't, exactly like everything else you'll ever find in this world, so if you don't like it you should not tarry long. We beg of you all: Find what moves you and stalk it without mercy. Leave everything else alone. You will be dead one day and there's really no point wasting time on things unbeautiful to you. To squander your life is to take god's name in vain.
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Until further notice, you may join us for our weekly party at 1am Fri nite/Sat morn until ___ at Tickle Me Pink. Lupe brings the wheels. Paul brings the love. Huge outdoor dancefloor. Don't forget to bring your own wireless headphones. Bring an extra set for the homeless and get ten minutes beneath the spotlight. Show us. If it rains, it rains. If you sneak off into the tall grass with your lover, blog it, and friend us so we can read it. Tip the bartender, but don't tip the cows. (Don't ask us where this party is. If you do, we'll assume you're the fuzz. Ask your friends. One of them already knows.)
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Seeking guerrilla dancers. The idea is this. Mobile DJ unit hits the street with caravan behind, sets up in 10 minutes and throws a party in the street, in the parking lot, on a rooftop, swinging from a tree, wherever the moment hits us. We play. You dance. Everyone leaves before the cops get there. Write us. We are serious. A new world order is in the making. We will rebuild it while it burns. This is Project Global Phoenix.
