Then You Would Instantly Jump To Thoughts Of
The Grateful Dead and their freeform opus from 1968, which became one of their touchstone tracks, and I remember John Peel playing it in 1975 as one of the entries on his 'Festive 50' at Christmas. Art!
No, I'm not playing it at present, I've got 'Psychedelic Rock For Endless Drift' playing in the background, which has another 2 hours to go.
ANYWAY you'd be wrongity wrong wrong wrong about The Dead, because the 'Dark Star' in question is in fact John Carpenter's debut film from early 1974, which he scored himself and which also features the song 'Benson Arizona', one of the few songs whose lyrics address relativistic time dilation. Art!
'Phew, we've narrowly escaped another horrid helping of Conrad's 'A Little Musical Critique' concerning that prog album by Genesis!' I hear you quote.
NOT SO FAST!
For Lo! we are back to the next verse of Peter Gabriel's obtuse opus. No whining, this is only the first song ('The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway')and if there's any more complaints I'll do an ALMC on the whole double album.
Yes, I thought that would restore a respectful silence.
"Suzanne tired her work all done"
Conrad is unsure where Suzanne suddenly appeared from. One has to wonder what her 'work' is that occupies the whole of the night and causes physical weariness. Taxi service control room? All-night restaurant? Supermarket? Gym? Front of house in an hotel?
"Thinks money honey, be on neon"
WHAT IS IT WITH NEON! <ahem> Suzie seems to be your typical South Canadian arch-capitalist, still thinking about her bank balance even after having finished her job for the night. Art!
HAVE SOME DOG BUNS NEON THEN
O very poetic. By 'Cabman' Ol' Gabby means a taxi driver. By 'velvet glove' he means the taxi driver's hand, in glove you little charmer, with no explanation why a New York hack would be wearing gloves, unless they don't want to leave any prints, which seems pretttty sinister if you ask me. Is he giving Suzanne a ride? Does she have a can of Mace? At whom is he honking, since this is daybreak with minimal traffic? So many questions!
"And the sawdust king spits out his scorn"
This line did mystify me in the past, until I looked up 'Sawdust king' last night and found out that it's a somewhat jokey reference to a - waitforitwaitforit - CARPENTER. You see, Genesis toured South Canada extensively in March to May of 1974 and 'Dark Star' was released on 30th March 1974. So there is every chance they saw the film, which is as much satire as sci-fi, or what you might call taking a scornful attitude to standard sci-fi tropes. Art!
Possibly the cheapest (and funniest) alien ever
I may be reaching but it's MY reach.
"Wonder women, you can draw your blind"
Conrad, spelling and grammar Nazi that he is, rather thinks this should be 'blinds' plural. Also, Rael seems to be getting delusions of adequacy; Conrad doubts Diana or her Amazonian compatriots would be interested in a somewhat scrawny street punk from New York. Art!
Eat your heart out, Rael
Never a truer word spoken. Superheroines tend not to go for petty criminals who deface NYTA property.
"I'm Rael!"
What happened to Suzanne?
We're well aware that you're Rael. You keep mentioning your name as if you're not entirely sure yourself, which is a consequence of not observing OSHA regulations when using aerosol paints in a confined location.
"Something in me has just begun"
Early male pattern baldness?
"Lord knows what I have done"
What I suggest you do is keep a journal, Rael, or a diary, one day to a page. Write down what you've been up to in the subways at night WHILST DOING IT. That way you'll not need recourse to the Lord to find out. Shades of Jonathan Hoag*.
"On Broadway, on Broadway
They say the lights are always bright on Broadway"
Well, 'they' are wrong, aren't they? Lights are not bright during daylight, Ol' Gabby even mentions this happening earlier in the song. Tut tut!
"On Broadway, on Broadway
They say there's always magic in the air"
O, 'they' again, hmmmm? Again, wrong, although there are traffic fumes and steam, neither of which I would call 'magic'.
- annnnd they repeat those last two choruses again, which I'm not going to bother with.
There you go, A Little Musical Critique that has sustained us over four Intros.
More From The 'Cape Canaveral Space Force Museum'
There's a couple of art images that I can use and explicate about still remaining in this short video montage. Art!
A painting because the real thing takes place in cis-lunar space with no cameras present.
The depiction here is of the upper stage of a Saturn V rocket releasing the aerodynamic 'petals' that allow the modules to separate from the interior. The Command and Service Module emerges first, then rotates through 180ยบ, then attaches to the Lunar Module. The artist is using a bit of licence above, as the LM remains firmly attached to the Saturn stage until the CSM has firmly docked. Only then are explosive bolts blown to all the combined modules to depart on the Trans-Lunar vector. Art!
Meanwhile, In Mordorvia
If I so wanted, I could assemble a whole blog about this subject, but am also aware that the 57th vlog of orcs queuing for petrol gets dull after endless repetition. So here's a comparative energy map of night-time illumination in Krim. Art!
Dateline 11/07/2025 Dateline 03/07/2026
This looks more like the infamous night-time picture of the Korean peninsula, with a single small blob of illumination in Norkland at Pyongyang, and the Sorks absolutely ablaze with light. In Krim the lack of lighting is due to a lack of fuel for the power stations, the power stations being blown up, and at least 28 sub-stations also being destroyed.
The net effect is more serious than not being able to watch television, use the internet or read a book after dark; lack of fuel means groundwater cannot be pumped up from boreholes to supply it in potable form, hence the rolling cuts in water supply alongside electricity.
Orcs with sufficient petrol are queuing to get over the Kerch Bridge in traffic jams up to 15 kilometres long that take 10 hours to move through. Art!
Enjoy the fruits of Ukrainian malicious mischief. They have been logging into Ruffian 'Petrol Station Status' maps, then amending their status. If the station has fuel, they change the status to 'Empty'; if it is empty they change the status to 'Full'.
This has only fuelled - do you see wh - O you do - the petrol-deprived status of orcs, whom are now resorting to violence against their fellow orcs for perceived slights, queue-jumping or coming from another oblast. Art!
More Ungentle Shoeing
King Piggy's 250th celebrations that were all about Him Him Him were interrupted by thunderstorms, which nobody had planned for, as these incredibly rare events only occur once in a century and never when a 400-pound land whale is in office, or something. Art!
Allow us to metaphorically point and laugh. Art!
He doesn't look happy, does he? Perhaps wondering what Jack Smith will do in a couple of years time when the office of Prez isn't covering his (enormous) bottom. Note also he's only keeping upright by holding onto the doorframe.
Here's another one proving that he's bloated up over the last month by perhaps as much as 30 pounds, with a recap from yesteryon. Art!
Remember, Pumpkinhead claims to be the same height and weight as Chris Hemsworth. In your dreams dreams!
Finally -
Better go check the ginger beer for fermentation. Updates to come.
* Nope, not going to explain. Look it up.
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