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needlessly strange and ephemeral collage, weird straightforward experimental Dada surrealistic nonsense, noise and sound design with non-narrative voices in your head, don't listen. Now that you've found me can you forget me? art for no one's sake, sampling rambling spoken word poetry with descriptions of how the world is or isn't, depictions of stories you can't read and don't want to, philosophical cut-up spherically designed miscommunication with something to say that no one can verbalize. there's no way this should exist. kingo seems like maybe not the best person to have a podcast.
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Undoubtedly my choices of titles, especially in this case, do me no favors in pursuit of listeners. 
In this, the first episode of 2024 (no foolin',) I talk about technical difficulties, a recording project I'm working on as part of someone else's project, and, maybe, a few other things. You'll hear me breaking down the third wall and talking to producer Marsha, who is just off camera.  You'll also hear some live improvisation of paraphernalia. 
Talking in my sleep, except not quite asleep.
All music is by Allele Cog Experiment.
past, then now, then later.  June, except it won't be June anymore.
As usual, we have, here, etc.
What else is new?
It's 1985.  Christmas morning.  The kids are opening gifts, and dad's got a tape recorder sitting on the table by the lamp, recording what's going on, along with a fuckton of hiss and noise.  Mom thinks everything's going too fast, and the rest of us won't truly know what that means until much, much later.
Merry Christmas.
On Soon SOS.  I am Making a Patreon.  Miscellaneous.  Disorganized Mind.  
why taking portraits is not like riding a bike.  Unsorted 2005.  
three poetry and a disappoint
An unclaimed parrot
enunciates "enunciate"
and elucerates an anthem
passed on to him by KS
just before he died
A shining sun
floats above the wind
"heavy things can float
it's a matter of faith,"
says the unclaimed parrot
A smallish children
with eyes like bees
pollinating all he sees
sees the unclaimed parrot
"This parrot is mine."
A children's parrot
can't express the sadness
at having to mold
a mind as shallow
as the bee-eyed children
Eighty years have passed
A parrot claimed and unclaimed
living on through loss
no teeth to lose
enunciates "enunciate"
A melody on a breeze
under still floating sun
that sighs a sigh
looses magnetic hands
into the wind
An undying parrot
Commiserates with a drunk
who used to be a children
with bee eyes
but grew old
An olden drunk
with eyes no longer winged
stares at rows of bottles
lined up gleaming
whistles with wet lips
the words forgotten
of a dead man's anthem
he never understood
what the words meant
until he'd lost them
An unlucky parrot
stares eagerly at the man
whispers to the wind
"I am unclaimed,
I stay unclaimed."
A curious bartender
rubbing ashes from the air
overhears the whisper
but cannot credit the bird
perched in the window
Parrot's eyes meet the man's
say clearly
"I am old,
I will outlive you,
believe what you will."
An unclaimed parrot
perches on a streetlamp
elucerates his anthem
off into the dark
[transcript destroyed] How do I get out of here?
{Nothing has anything to do with what we are doing, whether we’re in third person, second person, the first person, or the royal graphic display society.  In the background is the sound of a loud car engine, laboring up the hill out front, perpendicular to the sound of the aquarium which is down to just the one good fish.}
When you have a minute, give me a call
It's a shame we can't rewind the tape on the elephants we missed in the room before they were gone.
Missing radio stations. How to use coffee.  False information and the myth that we need air.  I need an envelope. Hippo laws.   The difference between kinds of things.  Plumbing crises.  Phone message etiquette. Modern equipment complications. Ethics of phone numbers, names.  Prank calls. The slippery slope and burning down the neighborhood.
Music by Allele Cog Experiment
you can find the description by looking inside yourself.  halaka has an extended period of not knowing how many years they're going to be heard later again yet.
What happens when I try to write.  What happens when I sit in a chair.  What happened?  Scissors Salesperson.  Batteries.  If you have any comments.  Thank you.  All music recorded and sound by.  Thank you.  Out of state.  I am, and have always been, the mackerel.  I have too many tabs open. 
 
Incidental and less incidental music courtesy of Halaka.  I did not actually have a satellite dish backpack phone when I was 70.
ephemeral podcasts
some of the podcasts referenced in this episode: just the sound
sound movement 
sound advice
the vault of sound
instant withdrawal
we're not taking a walk here














