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Tohtsong003 Complete Album - Licensed under Creative Commons 3.0

Tohtsong003 Complete Album - Licensed under...
— Licensed under the Creative Commons 3.0 (More) — Licensed under the Creative Commons 3.0 — Original MP3’s can be freely downloaded at c0res.com/tohtsong/ Chandler: R.I.P. This is Chandler: A person, who, like anyone filled with anguish, expresses it; sometimes it comes out refined and sometimes it comes out distorted. His overall nature was simple and quiet. He was skinny and of average height, with a brooding demeanor and large blue eyes. I went to school with him and he proved early on what a remarkable mind he possessed. But soon, he grew restless with the inability of the school to challenge him; he became duller and slept in class, he no longer talked about much except the weather and the night. For it was night that released him, when his parents and all the neighbors slept in their nice homes he was able to escape and prowl and pry around the town. We live in a pleasant town, not much goes on here, and I think the lack of excitement and the pervading air of the mundane that permeates every square foot of this town finally gave him nothing to look for and interpret. He was a true observer, never much for action, that’s why I find it so surprising that he did what he did. One day I noticed he wasn’t in class, in fact it turned out he wasn’t anywhere doing anything to anyone’s knowledge. When they found him three days later, slumped in his chair with his sleeping pills and caffeine pills and his wine, they simply thought that the depression had gotten to him. I was one off his closer associates, and I choose that word carefully because he never did have what one could call friends. He merely had people he liked to talk things over with, for he was interested in an array of things. So therefore, his parents, not knowing what else to do with his things, gave them away to whomever would take them; his parents never took a particular interest in him and had no feelings of sentimental value of his things. I took a few of his things, some books, some music, but what caught my eye was his Roland VS-880 Digital Audio Workstation. I never knew he could play music until then. I wondered what someone like him would play so I hooked it up and plugged it into a small amp of mine and heard among the various tracks something unlike I had ever heard before: the file labeled Tohtsong003. After I listened to it I noticed the dates at which the tracks were recorded; they were all done in the three days he was missing, for three days he took his caffeine pills and stayed up to record this until finally he was finished and he could sleep. I have my own feelings pertaining to this album, but I think that to go into them would ruin any of your interpretations so I will refrain except to say that I believe this not to be a distortion, but rather a highly sophisticated and intricate plan of his-a mode to tell us something of how he felt and what he thought without the use of mere words. So take this for what it gives you, these are his last communications with us. I believe I have explained enough and done justice to his work so it just leaves me to tell you, the listener, the one who this is for, to sit back and take it all in. (Less)

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Episode IV of "Election '08," a (More) Episode IV of "Election '08," a series of spoken word works by Mike Varley covering the 2008 campaign. A new entry every Sunday with free mp3 downloads at mikevarley.com. On Health Care I arose one morning naked to potential harms - exposed in a nation of lobbies. And my duty was plain: to recover myself from future misfortunes distasteful to casual ears. The family barber, the third down neighbor, the cragged librarian, the cordial face. Who receive your ruin with genuine something, reflect on relief for the us vs. them, then repack your sadness as cautionary scare tales, reinforcing a truth that is tired and hopeless. So I went down to the cinema where the action movies played, hopin' to figure their talent for makin' sick things okay with music. I asked the teller, a flannel feller, what he reckoned would be a good score for malaria. His glaze cried manager and I complied, buying a billet in the name of wellness. I found the boss stacking wood and pounding flapjacks, asked him the best montage for Hepatitis C. His beard quilled anger but I stood on regardless, not wanting to ruin my mother. I gambled he'd know what sound effects go with cancer or terminal others. "Listen here, son, these cords don't sort themselves and I'm powerful tired. Take this reel to Viewing Room B and leave us your license for measure." The reel was government dogma stashed safe in a shortbread tin. Viewing Room B, a one seat affair, Biology style projector. I slipped the copay into the slot and watched the master plan. It started red, red, clay red, fallout red, fear for the innocent red, and the music began: Old World choir flanked by screeching wheels and dire percussion, flashing images, logic vouching for madness, children weakened to wilting, laying on tile floors, automated TouchTone condolences, star for settlement, pound for denial, three to repeat all your options, elderly neighbors lost to the maw of vernacular, forced purchase on Institution's shores, amber prescription world views halting further history, clothing the masses in company tee shirts, waiting room magazines stopping the bleeding, doctors prescriptions incentives for getaways, a trip to the Caymans, a Percocet paradise, A legal fist clenching convictions, sapping Hippocrates' boast, a black rotting hand on a slow dying beggar, wrapped in a world of denial. And then the dollar, the dollar, the saving green dollar, topped with a ten gallon halo, riding to town on a horse named Sally, white as in right as in old, a trick shooter collar with burnt mustard tubing, offering Pied Piper solutions, blind insurrections against values our fathers held dear. A money transaction to chase away fears the ancestors cured with compassion. When it was over, I signed what they gave me and tried to forget. Logo by Ramsey Ess, beatniksquad.com (Less)

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