My back porch, my front porch, your porch, even your sister’s porch (sorry about that but we all know about her). They seem to be a good buffer from indoors to outdoors. A place made for relaxing, good times with old friends, and from time to time – silence. Only one thing, last night there wasn’t silence. I was out behind the house and there were only 3 sounds. Rumble from an airplane, rain, and wind-chimes. Nothing could have sounded better at that moment. The perfect end to a great weekend. I generally hear everything at once so combining that with ideas and memories makes for a mushy brain, but not last night. The wind-chimes and rain made for 2 beautiful noises. I’d imagine chimes the house would be some of the most annoying shit in the world. An alarm clock made of wind-chimes would soon meet a violent end at the hands of a Meatbag. I’m not even sure if we have chimes or if they belong to the neighbors. We have a mountain of things at Castle Sandwich.
Wrap it up you wordy fucker:
The combination of weather and pipes on strings doesn’t seem like a good combination for sweet sounds.
This first example is from a man who calls himself – Self. He took things that separately are relatively annoying and made something beautiful. He made an entire album only using toys and toy instruments. If this song were gravy I’d put it all over your feet and take 2 days off of work. If it were bacon it would have come from a golden pig. Wash your feet and enjoy:
Self – 5 Alive
Another example: Some close friends of the Meatbag called Lyle’s Porn Shop took 4 of the most annoying devices known to man and backed an old fashioned story of alien abduction. The devices in question were a kiddie drumset, a cowbell, a rainstick, and one of the worst inventions in the music world the Johnny Rabb rhythm saw. The rhythm saw was a pair of ridged drum sticks that would get any drummer kicked out of a band. Also, I know SNL made the cowbell a popular joke but time spent with a cowbell will drive you mad, unless you’re a cow – fatty. Sit back, listen, and beware the lights in the sky.
Lyle’s Porn Shop – Jupiter Needs Truckers
I’d never do you wrong baby, Admiral Meatbag.
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