| Dream of submersilbes, dream of bees in your heart. I haven't breathed in easily fifteen years. You're a genius at love, you practically glow in the dark. Paint your hair jet black and try to avoid jetlag, see the world with no drag, burn in the woman you love. | psionic co-prosperity sphere | |
| #11 october FREE | ||
| Pull the plug and drain the filthy water. |
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| Nostromo Quarterly Chemistry & Physics of Love Bulletin |
| 3 Decades Herald a Rock Trilogy |
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Now 5 long loving months have passed us ere our paths have pathhed fair haired reader, star wanting listener, yearning ragnarokker... but at last we speak to you again from on high. Five months can seem like a mighty long time, but if you would, take a moment and imagine 30 YEARS. OH THE HUMANITY! THE FUTURE HATH ARRIVED A DAY TOO SOON! Yea, small-mouthed watchers of the noise that is Nostromo, it is true. On the eve of a Friday, being November the month and the day being 12 as it were, the sky tangled leader of the banned doth turn and thus become 30 years of age. THERE IS MUCH FEAR IN HIS HEART! But with age comth much with-dom and wisdom, and the dark eyed scoundral hath learn'd and know'd many a useful skill... becoming a cheapened trickster in ways, but also knowing the path of the light... or the blonde. In honor of the momentous occasion a new rock epic has been pondered and produced up on the lathe of heaven, and on the mattresses the band lathe upon nightly. Eh? Did i mis-speak? I meant not to say only ONE rock epic - when it is an entire TRILOGY that has been completed under the wire in time for the performance of the LOUD. It is true, fellow noise-yearners. The band hath knit from the yarn of chaos a 'sweater of noise' that bears the emblem of truth, steadfastness, and of course the tears of lost lovers... ALL FOR YOU, THE LISTENING COMRADE. |
The titles herewith
relate to the 'sagas' as such, and such 'epicness' can be known by the
name that he hath given: On the night of that FRIDAY NOV. 12 these legends will be known by SOUND as well as by name as they will be performed at the highest of possible volumes by our space-faring friends. Ah, but i have digressed frin the bard's tale and nearly neglected those other 'old-world' rockers who will also participate in this apocalyptic event: MONDOLUX - Keeper of the steel and the sound and the songe and the steel. and the IGNITERS - Bearer of the rock-flame eternal. Light up the Sky!! And where, you ask, might this 'Night of Quaking, Evening at the Epicenter' occur? There is only one place my friend, one last bastion of rock in this city without sin, tarnished gem, roughness in the rough... only one place: the Tavern here known as CANAL STREET. Be there. And find out about loud. |
