Follower or Leader?

[dirty oscillators]

Dirty, I'm just writing for the marketplace. Giving the people what they want. I've been convinced by this thread that originality is overrated.

don't forget that music is a competition as well that must always be judged based on analytical and quantitative measures. there are certain parameters that make up a fruity characteristic and you must strictly follow those rules to make acceptable music.

Don't forget it must meet certain qualitative standards as well. Of course, we the musicians have no idea what that is. But the critics will know, and that's good enough for me.

basically the more popular the radio station is the more i listen and try to mimic what i hear in those songs. it's all about following the trends but also having the music mastered so that it sounds louder than all the other songs.

[robogone]

ooh. foldable women, just what i need.

i thought you already folded them since European cars have small trunks...

No, you're getting confused - those aren't cars, they're elephants.

[dirty oscillators]

ooh. foldable women, just what i need.

i thought you already folded them since European cars have small trunks...

No, you're getting confused - those aren't cars, they're elephants.

yeah right, and i suppose you're going to tell me those women aren't actually women but peanuts...

[vurt]

mongongo nuts actually.

[Locus M]

Not all people are subject to change at such increasing speeds. Take a step back and ponder the field of life. Each time a blade of grass is cut so goes another soul. Each time fertilizer is spread so fertilizes another life. And each time we walk on the softness of it all so it screams GET THE f**k OFF!

We stand erect to the thoughts of life moving out and forward as time rushes us to an end. within life's spot light we are nothing more then glimpses of lust and love gone mad on the fumes of life's indulgences. At times in our lives the field seems so close and big, its green leaves shifting in the wind like our lives to the hands of time. our field is Big enough for everyone to run and play and be as one. As the world twists over and over in its greedy sky the field shrinks and moves further away. Until one day you find your field, the very one you loved as a child is nothing more then a square by square plot of dieing and weed infested back yard in your very own suburban hell.

If at all we ever come to after all this canned up life is knowing life and feeding upon its scraps it throws down from its perch high a top the bottom of the world, then I say to you my friend good riddance and goodnight. But we as a "suiciety" can kill our selves before the gruesome discovery that we could love and grow back our field in a splendor that would shame the gods and throw them down to their own created pit of heaven to freeze and squirm their deviant bodies.

Know your hell and you will know your neighbors. Touch their thoughts and steal their lawn Gnomes, for this is the way to enlightenment so says the great fear in the sky. You make your own pickled relish of life and others who cannot figure out their own recipe must smear your relish over their own hotdog. It's a true and startling fact to come to grips with. But as your life progresses and you become separated and wise your relish recipe becomes known far and wide. All people great and small will flow toward you to taste your faultless relish.

I say to you do not become a dead animal along the road of society. Run from it and don't look back. Picture your endless field and make haste in its karmic direction. If you love and let others love you your field will grow without the blood of life to water it. Understanding those around you and never hesitating to knock them down when they get to high will ensure the tightest grip on your demons. Your demons are not unlike mine, we are the same you and I, and everyone. Once the world understands this wave of unconsciousness our relish will mix and our fields will become one.

Understand?

You have just got the wrong dope!

Or too much of the right

Choose your weed with care and remember not to inhale it all at once

[dirty oscillators]

i think i now understand why originality is so difficult to achieve... because nobody has enough oimagination.

[serve]

i think i now understand why originality is so difficult to achieve... because nobody has enough oimagination.

Crap thats what I've been saying this whole time! And you just figured it out?

[robogone]

i think i now understand why originality is so difficult to achieve... because nobody has enough oimagination.

Or just a lack of mongongo nuts

[dirty oscillators]

i think i now understand why originality is so difficult to achieve... because nobody has enough oimagination.

Or just a lack of mongongo nuts

or cajones?

[dirty oscillators]

i think i now understand why originality is so difficult to achieve... because nobody has enough oimagination.

Crap thats what I've been saying this whole time! And you just figured it out?

what can i say? i'm like the tortoise.

[Esgalachoir]

You could probably make some very interesting music, or at least some very interesting sounds while you clean your plugged in toaster with a metallic object such as a butter knife...

[dirty oscillators]

You could probably make some very interesting music, or at least some very interesting sounds while you clean your plugged in toaster with a metallic object such as a butter knife...

even better to clean it while taking a bath. that's what Phil Spector did.