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| The toast to days gone by here is raised again and again with foreverembrances of telephone messages left in many places over many years. |
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| On the way over in the bottom of a bottle, we dreamed up a few-ities that tickled even the one called "Pencil" way back when on the blacktop schoolyard. And here's what happened in one night all unto itself. |
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| Ok, the stuff in this folder is all 'CreativeCommoned' and made with GarageBand and some fancy mixing and some old tapes. If you would like to 'Common' them, c'mon! Just go to SLOAFNOW. |
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| These ditties come from before time, from before a way to catalog everything that is old was more important than creating new ideas (which is only but a manner of speaking or remixing and reinvigorating, see?) |
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| There was a house on 15th street that belonged to a friend of the family and there were two kids that we babysat from time to time and once and again. . .and anyhow some woman showed up who was Laundered and Relocated, but then she went to make the place smell like Lysol and Sausage. Surely a memorable smell. |
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| A great setup in the garage speakers abound from within the needle wax cassette digital compact microphone mix. Here find remains of the dead where once youth hath bounceth. Enjoy creation remade. |
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| The wonders of Grandpa in his forward thinking have left an archive that needs much cataloguing. Here are our attempts to bring to you the freshest cuts of all things Polish from yesteryear right here in Old World Santa Monica, a place that once upon time was called simply MONICA because it had not yet earned a title of SAINT. |
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| Strange items of which we refuse to make refuse. |
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| Sessions that spanned the months in between commitments, here is a hint at things to come. . .all cleaned up and mixed up and shook up like elvis martinis. |
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