22 czerwca w Åodzi odbÄ™dzie siÄ™ koncert zespołów zwiÄ…zanych z Salut Records.
Verbalizer, Datadisk oraz Prawatt zagrają w Akademickim Ośrodku Inicjatyw Artystycznych
w ramach cyklu \’Poza Horyzont\’.
Åódź, ul. Zachodnia 54/56,
start: godzina 20.
Wstęp wolny.
from a ‘l3770r 2 Chpln:
“Saint Mephisto and Massakra, Mefi was bought out of misery from a paperbox on a local marketplace, January, wet, shivering carrion for the worms - we fixed him. He was a stoik, he hated people but was able to endure with unspeakeable scorn and dignity a crash test against sofa or being locked in a fridge for a while. My brother and some heads needed a cat to complete their sand mandalas and for Mefinio it was just a piece of cake when compared to how he’s been dying out right on the start. A very special bue eyed persian agent, sieur.
Masakra - two little girls from a poor family in a hipermarket, holding small cat, offering it to the passing people, saying the daddy says to fuck out with this small cat. Here you are, your name is Masakra and you are living with us since: now. so, Masakra, the superbitch, viscious and seducing, dangerous yet addictively rewarding, slashing your chest when taking off to catch a blink in the air right in the middle of mrrrrreeouwal intercourse, leaving you bleeding and loving, cursing and rolling. She was black with white sock and eyebrows.
M&M duo was extremaly entertaining, attention draining entity for 5 long years.
Mefisto & Massacra decided to stay with my ex round 11 years ago. I moved back to Olivahouse all alone. Which was cool for its own. I missed them terribly. I mean teh cats. I tried to live with different people. Damn hard. Got rid of them. Then another stray Massacra appeared. She was too fragile, I was too freaked out. Plus, the big world, beauutiful Oliva right behind the window and small secluded garden. She went away.
After her disappearance I’ve met Ann and her cat, who was going by the name Kotek (the Catty). He was one black motherfucker and didn’t give a shit about me, neither did i.
Once he dissapeared. Came back after two months, walked around the whole flat with us, following his footsteps and left thru the same window he walked in. we have never seen him again.
here ends dis b00k of my kats
Polish prime minister publicly expressed inexplicit admiration towards USA drug policy, saying that there are many people in US doing life sentence for marihuana possession. Seems he’s looking forward the same situation in Poland, a country tormented by stupidity, ruled by him and his brother, who is the prez of PL.
On the same press briefing our prime minister was asked what does he think about law penalties proposed by the fucking League of Polish Families for people wearing t-shirts with marihuana or hemp leaves. Kaczynski answered that the war against marihuana must be fought and then asked if marihuana is made of hemp.
http://wideo.gazeta.pl/wideo/0,0,4219465.html
Jesus Fucking Christ, can I ask for a political asylum on this basis? I need a lawyer and a shrink. I must leave.
Last night I’ve finished my local Opus Magnum - a collection of all my audible pieces in partially multitrack format to play live just right out of laptop. I’m going to give it a try tomorrow, on our Northtek open air free tek party.
I’m tired of doing gigs with all the instruments onstage. Now I prefer no to destroy the ring I have in my homestudio. Let OLIVAHOUSE be intact.
My pal Always Halfbread became the Father this Monday. Kudos man for you and yr son! Irie!
Dread I.
