WKJLBCCJED1 Pirate Radio Valentines Day Book Report Special, featuring Poe, Edgar Allen...

Good morning good afternoon good evening goodnight and welcome to another round of chaos at WKJLBCCJED1 pirate radio, in Cooper Creek!! It's the February Valentines day book report special featuring Edgar Allen Poe, two all-new original compositions, and a few altered beast cover tunes to light up them glowing eyes in the darkness. It all begins with a chant to the Goddess(es) to honor and express adoring adulation and reverence to her divine holiness this season, in all her many forms and manifestations. Coal black hate is drying out on the winter weary hearth and peace and the ONE is the way. Welcome to the riff palace, we're just getting started. RIVERGROOVIN' TRACK II. DIGGITT... Spring is in the air – and will be again soon!! I haven't written any new songs for quite some time so it feels wild to return to the process of honing in on the true groove waves of past, present, and future singularity sounds bubbling up out of universal evanescence. Things are going to get throttled back after this to one show a month as spring shows up and gardens, orchards, and numerous outdoor projects are calling, but I hereby do swear that at least once a month something weird wild wonderful and INSPIRED will come rocking outta here one way or another!! I actually get less time to listen to my ultra tasty guitar tone and engage in further study of music theory and the art of shred when recording and producing this stuff, but I wanna share with a few peeps I love who I know dig the weirdness coming outta the peaceful savage garden galena ground in Cooper Creek, so here it is again, and here we go again!!

I've put all the music at the start of the show, followed by readings for the hardcore Poe/Buffalo/Grayson fans...

TRACKS:

1.Goddess Chant

2.Rivergroovin'intro ('Coz Psychadelic Muff RIFFIN' (iz tha shizzz)//////////

3.Ligaeia (Pet Cemetary witch won't STAY DEAD!!)

4.Ossuary Rainbow (A pirate hippy river shanty love song to freedom and death)

5.In my Time of Dying (A joyous rippin' Zeppelin mutation)

READINGS (46:00):

6.The Tale of Ligaeia

7.The Tell-Tale Heart

8.The Black Cat

9.The Raven

10.Goddess Chant – Viking Trance (outro)

Beauty instrumental cover back tracks: ''Harvester of Sorrow” - Metallica+Grayson. The Les Paul was put away in it's coffin for the season, so all guitars heard here are either the B.C. Rich Mockingbird or the Taylor T3-B hollowbody golden goddess. Enjoy!!

There is a jam night at the Laid Back Manor on Monday March 4th beginning at around 3pm with a back yard fire and then on inside for further food, drink, and merriment!! All are welcome, bring your axe, drum, guitar, keys, harmonica, brass, or cannons on out and get it on with your outback bush yayas all the way home!! Now this here podcast was originally going to be an all-black gothic homage to the broken hearted broken fools who believed in Love and got burned, but as I am too much of a hopeless romantic and optimist, during writing and production it turned into something else. It IS still a book reading of a few choice snippets of POE – cliff notes from the pit!! Especially the short story Ligaea, which inspired one of the new songs written and recorded here. It's the story of a remarkably accomplished and beautiful woman who was so fearful of death that after she passed over to the other side wailing about how the power of will would sustain her FOREVER she waited only a few years for her opium stoned husband's second wife to die; Then, on that very deathbed where the second wife's spirit had only recently departed, inhabited her body and rose up a sort of living dead girl - even transmorphing the body to more closely resemble her former appearance - spectral, undead, living, willing, superconscious and spooky!!

The Tell-Tale Heart is a classic tale of skullduggery in which a man murders an octagenarian roomie for having a terrifyingly cursed eye – or perceived as cursed – and shunts the corpse under the floorboards to hide it – which makes one wonder what would have happened once decomposition set in...yoiks. But the cops come and the sound of a beating heart grows in the mind of the murderer until he can't keep his shit together and goes all to pieces!!

The black cat is a savage bloody story of a drunken bastard who murders his wife and holes her up in the cellar behind a mortar wall but is betrayed by the pet cemetary version of the black cat that was his ultimate nightmare boudoir nemesis. No forgiveness for this poor fool, straight to the gallows – CASTRATION!! DOUBLE CASTRATION!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!~!!

Poe seems to have been obsessed with themes of being buried alive and constrained against one's will. I wasn't going to include THE RAVEN, but hey, it's his single best piece of awesomeness, so it had to be in there...at the END.....

This IS indeed to remain a literary and musical podcast – a musical blog and drawing board for personal expression and further development and sharing of skills with like minds. Next on my personal reading list are Sonny Barger and Lemmy Kilmeister's autobiographies and Zen and the art of Archery (thankx Cory) - all of which I feel like I've strangely already experienced - but will nonetheless enjoy reading once more, GOOD GOD!! Once upon a time long, long ago in another lifetime lost somewhere in the mists between the crags when I was an English teacher and a Wangjaesu (Korean translation: “King of Fools”) I chanced across a book of love poems by Irving Layton, and while I'm not reading any of them in the podcast, I'm including a few choice gems in the written introduction for those who feel they might enjoy them. ///Happy Valentines/// Wishing you all the most love, respect, dignity, and happiness you deserve - and peace of mind and joy of life for all these long, strange February nights and days here on Earth in this foul, divisive, engenious, beloved, divine and soon to be wildly fast paced year of 2024. It's only just begun!! Keep on rockin' and don't forget, THERE'S A LIIIIIIGHT, OVER AT THE FRANKENSTEIN PLACE, THERE'S A LIIIIIIGHT, BURNING IN THE FIRE PLACE THERE'S A LIGHT A LIGHT IN THE DARKNESS OF EVERYBODY'S LIFE!! SO BURN, BURN THE FLAMES. GOOD DAY GOOD NIGHT, AND GOOD LUCK!!

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Ligaeia.

Ligaeia, wise soul of old

enthralling elegance unfolde

warm and tender shadow bold

eyes of jet and blackened gold

Outward calm sweet melody

within passions calamity

strange radiance glowing in her face

an opium dream to light the place

rapid fall of ruby drops

passing on, shrieking ''Oh God!!''

Yield not unto death save by weakness of will

Yield not unto death save by weakness of will

And so beyond the veil, and yet, she is coming still

to take up being alive in fresh dead host

a will beyond the shadow of a ghost

Chilled and paralyzed – shrinking shrieking shracking gastly bandages and cerements are falling

away

To reveal a face of holy light

a deathly darkness within sight

reveal a face of unholy light

a deathly darkness within sight

Chilled and paralyzed – shrinking shrieking shracking gastly bandages and cerements are falling

away

To reveal a face of holy light

a deathly darkness within sight

Ligaeia eyes of jet and blackened gold

raven's wings in hair that tumbles down

dark Goddess with a bright ethereal crown

Arisen with a will to live again

Arisen with a will to live again

Arisen with a will to live again

Arisen with a will to live again

Ossuary Rainbow.

Get it outta town and you get it on down and you get it on your own and you're on a wicked wave

Raven's skull in a blinking eye, fractal wave soul sanctuary, rainbow heart in an ossuary

Rip another hole in the mystery continuum

It's a big night sky and you know that you can fly and you know you're gonna die and you'll be a

shooting star

It's a big black sky and you know that you can fly and one day you're gonna die and you'll be a black star

Yeaaaaaahhh, dream on.

Yeaaaaaahhh, in your rainbones.

 

Irving Layton - Love poems

The Breaststroke - Layton

 

May the gods be praised that I should meet

on my final lap to the eternal sea

one so young, so gracious and lovely,

under clear skies promising as herself.

Ankled deep in the scorching sands

I can hear the shouting tide; in it

invitation and menace like the smile

on the fair face of my companion,

making me wish to nuzzle forever

between her firm thighs and cover

her mouth with long hungering kisses

Insensate to everything but her warm flesh

I'd float out into the voluptuous sea,

my practiced breast stroke perfected at last.

The heaving mounds press against me,

alluring me past the white wavecrests

that close behind like tall portals

barring return. Green towers collapse

on bright medallions larger than suns;

the virginal foam breaks into bridal cries

and after the last loud crash of savaging beasts,

into the long silence that no man hears.

Divorce - Layton.

 

What is it about divorce

brings an estranged couple closer?

Here we are Boschka, nearly twenty years later

reading our poems and stories to each other;

the fire blazes: it's warmth is not greater

than what's in our souls;

we listen, comment, approve

and laugh like two grey-haired children,

Why now, not then, the love we display

exchanging news of friends and the universe

after a morning of rain and mist?

Arm-around-waist we walk, talk,

and always with the ease of those

who know their words and actions please.

Someone up there must be an ironist!

Or is it, seeing our soaped heads

in the mirror

who in hell wants to add more discord

to the general futility?

Let the dropped crabapple moulder where it falls,

the seed will clutch and break the soil.

Is that what love is: to care knowing

stars and blossoms flare to extinction?

We've separated wide the fingers of our hands

and let fall through them egotism, illusion, pride:

dear, dear Boschka, how tenderly now

our fingers entwine and hold.

Undine - Layton.

Your body to hold, your perfect breasts,

Your lips; your hips under my pregnant hands

That when they move, why, they're snakes

Sliding, and hiding near your golden buttocks.

Then as your great engines of love begin

Intestinal, furious, submarine

They spark into small bites

Whose hot spittle inundates all my deserts.

And I'm like water in a scoop of stone

Kissed into absence by a drying sun;

Or I'm dried Sahara sand

Wanting your wetness over me without end.

So posessed, so broken's my entire self

No rosy whipcord, love, can bind my halves

When queen you squat; you moisten

My parched nipples into a blazing garden.

And I your paramour-Paracelsus

Fish a soul for you from between my loins;

You shudder in my embrace

And all your wetness takes the form of tears.