Steve Fly Agaric 23

4 track interpretations of Shannanigums Wave book III by fly.
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shockin mastergarment entangle bramble drive. Seven wheely rainbow bridge constructer, 2000 AD. Cycling encircle jerk off radio. To Her the season sister, She provides space in silence upon the empty wind, me sixteen feet under in an Oak box, the TOR, Tarot rotation nation on a platter-head pussycrow of King$, rotation of seasons Tailsinn, bard king and priest kraft, Oiye! who stole the priestcraft from peace loving Thothers and sisters, Awake! Painters and artisanz rotate Frescoz, craft folk sleeping. 
Peeping Tom CCTV, poop Tim TV, crapping Ken cable. I be shyerwhyr fearless fungal phalloides, poetic intoxication and resurrection through whiff of Whisky at a funeral rite. RotaTerm saga over larger swiggin' and puffed up skunk packed jam sacks. POP socks sewn up. “the beast with a hundred legs, USURA.” --Ez P.

Salmon and Gold rings inside post box box. Shamagums out my box. Self raising myself, frequinoxy waves. Talk of years ago, lost paradise wounded rewound, in exile! and dumfound land, searching for 2012? Climb the Mount ∍ spin that wheel, throw the dicebox, spin that Ching! unpaid, this book cost just €10 and has spanned nearly 10 years dude. Build your own grow-rooms, like you build your own burgur, with relish. Fli-Photographs flikr.
Her smooth honeycombed beesknees. My Dunne cow. As a yob nipper I fished for naughts and Nulls in the Pondlife wearing red wellingdone boots, and I listened to thunder. Slack country berries, vines, ivy, hazel, Willow, Whispers on the wind, faces in the rain and in the fluffy little clouds clumped about the sky, still blowing in my child's ear orbs, my thirsty ear for novelty grew hairs. Pick up your pens and talk tapes and laptops and write till you drop, let it go. Dont stop! Go out more often, please, green hermints! Breath better, deeper, don't smoke so much. 
Get a ruddy bong bro. Inhale the Knu woid and then Stop. Warme. It seems ill striving against the stream. Super Market outrage LINEAR WRITING to CAPTURE BILLIONS OF SQUARES, the squares must get up WALLS? NEW ingredients AND satellite DISH. BRAIN food to be WASHED IN THE ocean. Cable fable spun, veins, lines, tracks, trace of...Bezerka. Ode to HER - the wind swept boggy hills and chocolate fudge hedgerow Sun set, hedgehog heads and Slack country cats, kindness in grow kits, ode to musket nuzzlers and Muscaria trumpetears, change your eye tires now.
Likkle miniture trumpet playing fairies hidden up my arse sing lofty prayz. Hark! Winter solstice and saturnalia turning seasonal verse spark. Speak of Universe turning waltzing-zing. Tang tongue. Tip Tip. Ching Ming mixung Seasons song. Polyspoores from alan words spin enlightenment Watts in Hertz web dew. Catch a dream thought before it goes invisible-content. Phantoms in the why-back machine. Water willowyellowcups scoop up bits of the painting like scooping arcylick paint OFF the surface to finnish.
To finnish the picture-poem painting hanging in rowan spice. Mountains are Feminine. Obelisks male. And Nayme appears but seemingly not as the thing, name games the name and I wear a turbine triple jet thrusted plant of powerflower Ammonite on my Avant Head-band. W and water, women, wet words, water wave and wow wee wet and water running dribble just a pebble in the W Wave weather solution, weather waves wash windy ways weather waves wish womenwater wet the head of our baby-logic (3 years young) whispers to whichever weather storm you form in, whichever witch wicker winding window you be. Bee unitea. 
Witch side of triplicity Goddess WWW. What wild worldly women with witch-wound wood with "Eye" waterworld web and whatever remains. Pregnant "NOW" seems sewn threaded and knotted locked; keywhole holoqueenox. Love laughs a locksmiths. Pride and reek of ponging weak & strong semicircular solutions, the canals. Crescent city whales released back to ocean by Katrina? equals W. Look at the Word. W has the meaning "Mountain" in Chinese. W has the form of a ripple or weave pattern in nature duncha’ knew? 
W double-you Yoshi Yoshi, slug helix longridge lungwitchway pathgraph painter sandwich with wonderful wild berries, deep purple plum jelly paste, glue, grime-binding. Fly-wave-gum. [hello] grapefleshwhine Time wave weaving and woven wooly jumper Z'juice fruits. Four Gold red leaf book-bound to happen, bound to Dover, bonded whorehouse nation. Bluebirds stenciled in white chalk canvas, "UP" letters burning off walls, Lords of Hyroglyfeetea letters wait. brewing mandrake, henbane, Egyptian blue water Lilly and John and jove the ship to Venus. 
She waves her wrists [goodbye] and whispers wunce more "illson illson". Where art thou? Willson? Colynn, Pether, Rubort wyde web, witch words can you put 2 WWW that equal meaning as heavy huh. Huh. All words and lungwaj came from nature. Spiral bound modern verse epic your noise. The halo floating above the black child reminds me Gezuce was maybe African-Asianish, Elves keep busy as we speak. Mice woo the Elves with their squeek. Tiny tinker toy basketball spirits. The nano-technological breakthroughs at the North pole surround them. Carmen.
The royal post service makes lots of money through letters to Jeezus Claus at Christmas time. Rudolph the red nosed reindeer looks sad. What other animal could provide food and notatio nectar to our tribes at ©hristmash? Jesustained Golden maybe-tonic. Food and drink. Merry ©hristmas. Ecstatic midwinter seasonal greetings. flight of the spirit. celebration. Transformation. Good will. Peace and piss. Don't look at the knackers of Gezoss as He climbs down the chimney. Yurts year know. Once went down a hot smoking hole. Roasted my nuts.
Professor ©lement Clark Moore. Genesus has come inside your christmas pudding over centuries. A pagan Santa once got me high on salmon. Hoping GZUS. Reindeer omen. Seedless immaculate Toad chair. Teak cabinet vine at Sun set. --Shannanigums Wave by Steve fly Agaric 23, Book III, Chaper 11, Page 67.

Shannanigums Wave Book III Chapter 11 Page 67.

This fabled 11 minute+ version of Brazilian icon Joyce's groundbreaking "Feminina" was recorded at Columbia Studios, New York in 1977, for the as yet unreleased Natureza album. Produced, arranged and conducted by the great Claus Ogerman (Frank Sinatra, Antonio Carlos Jobim, Billie Holiday... the list goes on), Natureza would have ostensibly been Joyce's big break to international stardom, but mysteriously, it was never released. With Joyce came fellow Brazilian icon Mauricio Maestro, while Nana Vasconcelos and Tutty Moreno were already living in New York, and Ogerman employed North American jazz legends Joe Farrell, Michael Brecker, Buster Williams, Mike Manieri and a full orchestra for the sessions.

In anticipation of the monumental forthcoming Natureza album release via Far Out Recordings, this astonishing version of a true classic gets its first proper 12" vinyl release for Record Store Day 2022. In the spirit of making the release special for Record Store Day, rather than leave it as a single sided 12", Far Out boss called up Joyce to talk about the recording, recorded the conversation, and got it pressed onto the B-side.

Joyce - Feminina (produced, arranged and conducted by Claus Ogerman)

"Ten Good Reasons to Get Out of Bed in the Morning" by Robert Anton Wilson, read by Matthew Shelton.  Originally published in OUI Magazine, 1977.
**********I claim no ownership of the content of this recording, aside from my own voice, and share this material strictly for education and enlightenment, with no material profit motive.  Any offended parties are welcome to contact me, and I will remove the offensive material.  Thank you.

Ten Good Reasons To Get Out Of Bed In The Morning (Robert Anton Wilson)

Manny based @z_james who you might recognise from the @kulturacollective steps up with this crazy fire UK Funky/Afrobeat inspired summer riddim. This one is guaranteed to make you want to draw for the jerk chicken, Magnum tonic wine and catch a little whine... It is Carnival Season after all! 💃🏾

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Following Far Out’s reissue of Agustin Pereyra Lucena Quartet’s La Rana, the label continues its memorialisation of the late, great Argentinian guitarist’s music, with the first ever direct from tape, audiophile reissue of Pereyra Lucena’s self-titled debut album from 1970.

One of the outstanding South American guitarists, Agustin Pereyra Lucena commanded a unique position in Latin music history. He hailed from Buenos Aires, but was obsessed with the music of Brazil. A disciple of Antônio Carlos Jobim, Baden Powell and Vinicius De Moraes, the nature of Agustin’s Argentinian roots combined with the nurture of Brazil and its music to give Agustin a sound entirely his own. 

After being scouted in a nightclub, by musician and guitar craftsman Jorge Demonte, Agustin was invited for an audition at Argenitinian label Tonodisc. Before he knew it, aged 22, he was in the studio recording his first album. 

Agustin enlisted fellow Argentinian Brazilophiles Mario "Mojarra" Fernandez who played bass and drummer Enrique "Zurdo" Roizner. He had first heard the duo backing Vinicius de Moraes, Toquinho and Maria Creuza on their legendary La Fusa live album, also recorded in Buenos Aires. For vocals, Agustin brought in his old friend, a French teacher called Helena Uriburu, who at the time had (unbelievably) never sung in a studio before. 

The atypical bossas and spiritual swinging sambas, composed by many of Agustin’s aforementioned heroes, were elevated to new heights by Agustin’s dazzling arrangements and phenomenal guitar playing. The almost cosmic reaches Agustin achieved with his sound are balanced against the stylish sophistication and breezy nature of the music. 

Moments of calm serenity include Agustin’s own composition “Nina No Divagues”, Durval Ferreira and Pedro Camargo’s “Chuva” and the Brazilian bossa classic “Tristeza Nos Dois”, which feels like it draws equally upon exotica and early library records. Accompanied by Roizner’s shuffling samba jazz drums, opener “O Astronauta” is Agustin’s cover of the Brazilian guitar standard composed by Baden Powell. Another Baden Powell classic, “Consolacao” is an extended full-band set, which features Agustin’s crisp guitar dancing around a hypnotic rhythm section. Upright bass is swapped out for a big, round-sounding electric one, which sits loud in the mix for almost seven minutes of deep, groovy, distinctly early-seventies magic.

Agustin passed away in 2019, and it is only in recent years that he is starting to gain his plaudits as one of South America’s greats. On the liner notes of the album Vinicius De Moraes writes: “I think I never saw, with the exception of Baden Powell and Toquinho, anyone more linked to his instrument than Agustín Pereyra Lucena. It would give the impression that if the guitar were taken away from him, he would fade into music as one dies from the amputation of an arm.”

Agustin Pereyra Lucena will be released on audiophile vinyl LP, CD and digitally on the 26th January 2024 via Far Out Recordings.

Agustin Pereyra Lucena - Consolação

Up The Place EP

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Militia (feat. Flowdan)

If ‘After The Dawn’ was the hors d'oeuvre to Project Gemini aka Paul Osborne’s next chapter, ‘Colours & Light’ serves up a slice of the main course. Heralding the official announcement of Paul’s sophomore album under the same name, the title track further showcases the sonic palette listeners should expect to sample across the forthcoming album.
 
Garnering a deluge of BBC 6 Music plays and a brilliant reception, ‘After The Dawn’ sparked excitement around the prospect of a new LP from Project Gemini. Breaking through the winter gloom, the second single ‘Colours & Light’ further spotlights a refinement in Paul’s sound. Talking of the origins of the track, he states that it wields a “UK folk-rock sound with a breakbeat-like rhythm section, partly inspired by a live version of Pentangle’s ‘Wedding Dress’ from a 1973 TV performance”. A psychedelic trip through time and emotion, hazy hues and wistful horizons.
 
Paul’s reverberating vocal refrains draw you in from the get-go, with the cauldron of folk-flavoured guitar, earthy bass and ethereal organs providing a ritual of resonance. Jack Sharp of Wolf People/Large Plants fame stands front and centre, leaning into that rock-tinged feeling with an expertly constructed, wah-wah fuzzed guitar solo. Creating the breakbeat foundation, Sababa 5 drummer Raz Man and percussionist Paul Elliott from Eleven 76/Call Sender work in unison to conjure up a captivating groove.
 
‘Colours & Light’ gives an alluring insight into what’s to come on this much-anticipated follow-up LP. Moving deftly between light and shade, through folk, psych and hazy funk, whilst being artfully enveloped in Paul’s signature cinematic style.

Project Gemini - Colours & Light

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Steve Fly Agaric 23 reads from Finnegans Wake by James Joyce. (Pages 588-590)

Bass: Leslie Lopez
Drums: Steve Fly Agaric
Voice, whistles: Steve Fly Agaric

Recorded at Zen Studios
Cafe The Zen. Amsterdam by Leslie Lopez.
Executive Producer: John Sinclair.

Thanks To Leslie Lopez, Larry Haden, John Sinclair, Maurits, and Cafe the Zen.
Released by: Fly Agaric 23 and Soundcloud.


Page 588-590. 

<a href="http://www.lycaeum.org/mv/Finnegan/">Finnegans Wake by James Joyce</a>

Part:3 Episode:14 Page:588

own sweet boosy love, which he puts his feeler to me behind
the beggar's bush, does Freda, don't you be an emugee!
Carryone, he says, though we marooned through this woylde. We
must spy a half a hind on honeysuckler now his old face's
hardalone wiv his defences down during his wappin stillstand,
says my Fred, and Jamessime here which, pip it, she simply must,
she says, our pet, she'll do a retroussy from her point of view
(Way you fly! Like a frush!) to keep her flouncies off the
grass while paying the wetmenots a musichall visit and pair her
fiefighs fore him with just one curl after the cad came back which
we fought he wars a gunner and his corkiness lay up two bottles
of joy with a shandy had by Fred and a fino oloroso which he
was warming to, my right, Jimmy, my old brown
freer?-Whose dolour, O so mine!
Following idly up to seepoint, neath kingmount shadow the
ilk for eke of us, whose nathem's banned, whose hofd a-hooded,
welkim warsail, how di' you dew? Hollymerry, ivysad, whicher
and whoer, Mr Black Atkins and you tanapanny troopertwos,
were you there? Was truce of snow, moonmounded snow? Or
did wolken hang o'er earth in umber hue his fulmenbomb?
Number two coming! Full inside! Was glimpsed the mean
amount of cloud? Or did pitter rain fall in a sprinkling? If the
waters could speak as they flow! Timgle Tom, pall the bell!
Izzy's busy down the dell ! Mizpah low, youyou, number
one, in deep humidity! Listen, misled peerless, please! You
are of course. You miss him so, to listleto! Of course, my
pledge between us, there's no-one Noel like him here to
hear. Esch so eschess, douls a doulse! Since Allan Rogue
loved Arrah Pogue it's all Killdoughall fair. Triss! Only trees
such as these such were those, waving there, the barketree, the
o'briertree, the rowantree, the o'corneltree, the behanshrub near
windy arbour, the magill o'dendron more. Trem! All the trees
in the wood they trembold, humbild, when they heard the
stoppress from domday's erewold.
Tiss! Two pretty mistletots ribboned to a tree, up rose
liberator and, fancy, they were free! Four witty missywives,
wink 

Part:3 Episode:14 Page:589

ing under hoods, made lasses like lads love maypoleriding and
dotted our green with tricksome couples, fiftyfifty, their
chiltren's hundred. So childish pence took care of parents' pounds
and many made money the way in the world where rushroads
to riches crossed slums of lice and, the cause of it all, he forged
himself ahead like a blazing urbanorb, brewing treble to drown
grief, giving and taking mayom and tuam, playing milliards with
his three golden balls, making party capital out of landed
selfinterest, light on a slavey but weighty on the bourse, our hugest
commercial emporialist, with his sons booing home from afar
and his daughters bridling up at his side. Finner!
How did he bank it up, swank it up, the whaler in the punt,
a guinea by a groat, his index on the balance and such wealth
into the bargain, with the boguey which he snatched in the
baggage coach ahead? Going forth on the prowl, master jackill,
under night and creeping back, dog to hide, over morning.
Humbly to fall and cheaply to rise, exposition of failures.
Through Duffy's blunders and MacKenna's insurance for upper
ten and lower five the band played on. As one generation tells
another. Ofter the fall. First for a change of a seven days license
he wandered out of his farmer's health and so lost his early
parishlife. Then ('twas in fenland) occidentally of a sudden,six
junelooking flamefaces straggled wild out of their turns through
his parsonfired wicket, showing all shapes of striplings in sleepless
tights. Promptly whomafter in undated times, very properly a
dozen generations anterior to themselves, a main chanced to burst
and misflooded his fortunes, wrothing foulplay over his fives'
court and his fine poultryyard wherein were spared a just two of
a feather in wading room only. Next, upon due reflotation, up
started four hurrigan gales to smithereen his plateglass
housewalls and the slate for accounts his keeper was cooking. Then
came three boy buglehorners who counterbezzled and
crossbugled him. Later on in the same evening two hussites
absconded through a breach in his bylaws and left him, the infidels,
to pay himself off in kind remembrances. Till, ultimatehim, fell
the crowning barleystraw, when an explosium of his distilleries 

Part:3 Episode:14 Page:590

deafadumped all his dry goods to his most favoured sinflute and
dropped him, what remains of a heptark, leareyed and letterish,
weeping worrybound on his bankrump.
Pepep. Pay bearer, sure and sorry, at foot of ohoho honest
policist. On never again, by Phoenis, swore on him Lloyd's,
not for beaten wheat, not after Sir Joe Meade's father, thanks!
They know him, the covenanter, by rote at least, for a chameleon
at last, in his true falseheaven colours from ultraviolent to subred
tissues. That's his last tryon to march through the grand
tryomphal arch. His reignbolt's shot. Never again ! How you do
that like, Mista Chimepiece? You got nice yum plemyums.
Praypaid my promishles !
Agreed, Wu Welsher, he was chogfulled to beacsate on earn
as in hiving, of foxold conningnesses but who, hey honey, for
all values of his latters, integer integerrimost, was the formast
of the firm? At folkmood hailed, at part farwailed, accwmwladed
concloud, Nuah-Nuah, Nebob of Nephilim! After all what
followed for apprentice sake? Since the now nighs nearing as the
yetst hies hin. Jeebies, ugh, kek, ptah, that was an ill man!
Jawboose, puddigood, this is for true a sweetish mand! But
Jumbluffer, bagdad, sir, yond would be for a once over our all
honoured christmastyde easteredman. Fourth position of
solution. How johnny! Finest view from horizon. Tableau final.
Two me see. Male and female unmask we hem. Begum by gunne!
Who now broothes oldbrawn. Dawn! The nape of his
nameshielder's scalp. Halp! After having drummed all he dun. Hun!
Worked out to an inch of his core. More! Ring down. While
the queenbee he staggerhorned blesses her bliss for to feel her
funnyman's functions Tag. Rumbling.
Tiers, tiers and tiers. Rounds. 

Own sweet to Rounds: Finnegans Wake Pg 588-590

Drowning Street

Meaning
Fly Agaric 23 reads from Shannanigums Wave

Bass: Leslie Lopez
Drums: Steve Fly Agaric
Voice, whistles: Steve Fly Agaric
Recorded at Zen Studios
Cafe The Zen. Amsterdam by Leslie Lopez.
Executive Producer: John Sinclair
Thanks To Leslie Lopez, Larry Haden, John Sinclair, Maurits, and Cafe the Zen.
Released by: Fly Agaric 23 and Soundcloud.

Artwork by CHU
www.schudio.co.uk

Meaning

ConLibLabor
Fly Agaric 23 reads from Shannanigums Wave

Bass: Leslie Lopez
Drums: Steve Fly Agaric
Voice, whistles: Steve Fly Agaric
Recorded at Zen Studios
Cafe The Zen. Amsterdam by Leslie Lopez.
Executive Producer: John Sinclair
Thanks To Leslie Lopez, Larry Haden, John Sinclair, Maurits, and Cafe the Zen.
Released by: Fly Agaric 23 and Soundcloud.


ConLibLabor

Some Stoney drones guitar sounds and some backwards stuff

Own sweet to Rounds: Finnegans Wake Pg 588-590

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