Once you pass into my space, you continue inside the cubicle that sits atop my neck. Slipping into my consciousness, you say to yourself:
"We live in decadent, decadent times," I tell you. Look at yourself! Look in the mirror… is it the same old routine? Do you know what I mean?And, you wonder to yourself, "Will I contribute to my generation being as lame as the one before me?"
Are you going to come clean? Or, have you become one with the machine? Do you have any idea what it is I mean?
Welcome to the ma-sheeeeeene. Are you coming clean?
You thought it couldn't... it couldn't happen to you. Now, here you are… caged in their zoo.
interlude for pondering
Do you know what I mean? Will you ever, ever come clean?
You're part of their machine.
The home of the free. The land of the brave. If not for you… but, for me?
better ponder some more
Do you have any idea?
|1. Open Here||7. Timewave|
This multimedia concert was written and recorded on-the-fly with the intent of processing my inquiries on life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness into an easily digestible form... so, that you may help me to make the right decision when I cast my vote.
The Americans performing at this live event had never played together before. The show was captured using a Digital Video camera, an 8mm and a super 8mm video camera in a New Jersey basement. I've tried to add any sights and sounds that were in my mind, but that I was unable to process at that time.
© The Philadelphia Spirit Experiment Publishing Company