Date: Sun, 8 Feb 1998 21:16:43 -0800
From: Martin Acaster
Subject: Ghost Story #19 12/11/97 set 2---A Big Black Fury Space Ghost Drowning
a Diseased Billie Jean
Hey there
from the extremely underrated Rochester war memorial show comes the new
mother of all Ghosts...may the power and majesty of the bombs contained
within it release the pent up aggression prevailing in the present state of
mind here on earth...precluding the need for further war memorial
auditoria... thanks once again to Charlie D. for the tapes....
Ghost Story #19 Rochester War Memorial 12/11/97 set 2
A Big Black Furry Space Ghost Drowning a Diseased Billie Jean
As I stated in an earlier post, I love this show, the second set in
particular is truly wonderful. This Ghost is the fourth of a five song
second set arrowfest that slides smoothly from a fabulous Drowned opener
which contains a glaringly apparent unmentioned disease reprise in its
glorious jam section into the amusingly curious (as opposed to curiously
amusing) Roses are Free...images of home for the holidays spring to mind for
me....followed by a frenetic chaotic yet far too short space punk big black
furry creature from mars. the transition into Ghost begins as a dark evil
ponderous groove which slows to a near standstill and the feedback inducing
time warp of what sounds like large springs boinging their way through space
ending up in a metallic throbbing hum reminiscent of the Went art burning
feedback wash but from a much greater altitude than I heard it ...somewhere
out near...oh say....MARS
the prologue is tight its fast paced it is lyrically flawless it has a large
tongue in its cheek....mc neon cellgap is very busy in his superstitious
technofunk mobile...and wing commander gordon once again is a monster...a
big bottom boogie boy in snappy funky-fly threads getting down with his bad
self....not since the funk-ass rendition of cameo's word up by some show
stealing hipster at the alibi's karaoke free-for-all last night has there
been such pimp ass stylings.....the verse break rages and you just know this
Ghost is going to be a balls out blast....the GHOSTS!! are urgent they are
light hearted the last one is a shuddering squeal...the story itself starts
out fast and technofunky after thirty seconds or so it devolves into a
watery funk groove as our big black furry space ghost struts into the
crowded dance floor on the holodeck of the olaphian mothership....his eyes
are darting this way and that looking for her...the one who will be his
dancing queen this evening...by about the 5 minute mark wing commander
gordon has pointed her out of the crowd...she is none other than Billie Jean
herself...she who is not the king of pop's lover....the kid is not his
child...the BBFSG saunters up to Billie Jean...he is laying down his line
smooth and delicate...Billie Jean bites and they are getting down...the pace
picks up and he gazes into Billie Jeans eyes....she is transfixed by the
light in his eyes and the bug zapper zing of the throbbing quasar in his
chest....the noise of a large electric cicada fills her ears she is
overwhelmed by the fat ass funk.....a Billie Jean funk groove that is
mesmerizing, captivating overwhelming, energizing.....it has a fourth gear a
fifth gear and an ovedrive high gear of your soul gear...the BBFSG has his
hose out and he is spraying Billie Jean down for all he is worth....by 12:30
the pace is fevered it is orgasmic it is explosive....by 14 we are
approaching light speed...hair is melting teeth are falling out this is
spectacular....they fuse they are one....they are diseased.....the disease
reprise falls apart....the BBFSG is an oblivious fool for a second...until
he realizes where and who he has become....back again amongst the
evergreens...Johnny b. Wadd
who you gonna call
Marty