Our task is to set your nightmares to the finest music ever offered the public. So, in keeping with that tradition, here are some more stoned excursions, edited for your convenience. Just so you know, we worked for about 10 minutes on that funk break near the end of "The Asian Autobahn," and when the time came we still blew it. What is that? Is... that... my... haaaaannnnnnnndddddd?
Cool space pic? Check! Mystical but meaningless title? Check! Needlessly provocative song titles? Let's see... blood, queens, Sun Ra? Check! 16 minutes of semi-spacey, noodling that seems to take on a life of its own? Hmmm! Hooks? Where are the hooks? I don't hear any hooks! What the hell was that? A what? Is that even an instrument? Who's that guy in the corner eating coconut from a can with a fork? Is he in the band? Then, what's he doing here? Get him out. I mean it! Get him out now, he's creepin' me out big time. In fact, why don't all you guys get out of my office... and take your roaches with you. Tammi, call security.
"The Trouser Variations" is a levels check recording. Just when everything is first plugged in and ready to go. Then it all starts. The guitars duel like alien overlords and it's all properly mixed later. This is actually takes one and two. Takes three through five weren't as "inspired" and are now in the leftovers bin. "Riding With Don Quixote's Brother-In-Law" is a highly conceptual non-fiction piece, largely about hanging in the desert on peyote. The ever present background noise comes from the desert itself. You'd be surprised how noisy that place is on drugs. You can hear Al Quixote doing his tour guide thing in the background. Notice how the whole jam seems to teeter right on the brink of everything breaking down, almost from the very start.
We had an elaborate story prepared for "The Last Countdown," recalling our days as an opening act, and one night in particular with Screamin' Jay Hawkins. The police were called, but since we were minors at the time our collective records have since been expunged. There are details, but no one reads this anyway, so why bother? We revisited our demo making past with "Tomorrow In March (Jim Carroll Dropped By)." What days those were - before we decided to go strictly live and unrehearsed - when guys like Jim Carroll would drop by and regale us with his perspective. Digitally, anyway. The hallucinational chasers helped a bit, too.
Metal Machine Music, Parts V & VI were originally part of a longer live session in Mark's basement. The plan was to do two, 16 minute takes and create the missing 3rd LP of Metal Machine Music, but even we couldn't stand it after awhile, so it's a sure bet you won't be able to stand it either. Instead, we re-considered the idea's commercial viability and called it a 45 instead. Good luck.
Most people aren’t aware that Lennon & McCartney's "I Wanna Be Your Man" is actually a re-write of an old blues tune of the same name. “Blind somebody” recorded it in the early 1950s, and collectors know of a few records out there that have survived. A sure clue that it's not a Lennon/McCartney original is illustrated by how seriously John & Paul treated the song. For a larf, they pawned it off on The Rolling Stones (theories abound that it was a blatant attempt to derail their career). But, Lennon & McCartney ended up laughing even louder at the bank when the Stones accidentally had their first hit single with it. Then... they gave the song to Ringo to sing - a sure sign of something, to be sure. But because copyright laws were so loose in the 1960s, "I Wanna Be Your Man" has long been considered just another old, co-opted blues tune that got ‘borrowed’ and goosed-up by a band of upper-poppin' punks with a Merseyside beat. Hey, they were kids, what did they know? So, we stripped the song back to its original Mississippi blues roots, then gave it to David Barratt, from The Beatles Compete On Ukulele, who edited it and added some blues uke. The first version is our original mono master, and the flip is Dave's edited & dubbed version. This is why we don't do vocals. Consider yourself warned. 
Green Day's on Broadway. How much would you have lost on that bet? So... this is from our Clash On Broadway Original Cast Soundtrack, which doesn't actually exist. Truth is, the idea is thinly stretched even as a 45. It's the rags-to-riches story of a gang of hard workin' British punks, finally making it to The Big Apple... and Broadway. But, having to sell their souls in the process. "Clash On Broadway (Revolutionary Go-Go Dance Club Scene Rehearsal)" also doubles as the flashy dance number that every successful Broadway show must have to fill seats. The rest of the show will write itself, one day. The flip side is a mind-numbing Faustian romp captured live in Mark's basement. It was originally created to sell to the military - to blast at high decibels at troublemakers holed up in hideouts or embassies. But, it was deemed too toxic for our own troops to handle and administer. We're still trying to get a government contract, since the music industry doesn't offer any good ones anymore.
Journal, dated 6/13: The Kings of Monotony. Diminishing Returns. Drug specific sessions are interesting. A few strangers on this one. Why is everyone chuckling so much? Justification. Notice time. Here's what we did with ours. This sounds like a soundtrack to an East Berlin spaghetti western. Guess we've lost our charm. #50 only had one comment... and it was an ad. First one here will probably be a complaint. Time to go commercial? Start sucking up and playing the game? How about a faux gatefold cover, instead? Download for free or just give a listen. Recorded live.