PARENTS: IF YOU ARE AFRAID TO TALK TO YOUR CHILDREN ABOUT DRUGS, JUST PLAY THIS SONG TO THEM SEVERAL TIMES. THEY WILL LEARN THEIR LESSON.

Mishka Bobishka and Ryan Shivdasani improvising. No edits, no overdubs: raw improvised unplanned performance.

LYRICS:
I rolled a fat doobie today. I rolled it for myself. I rolled it for my friend and his girlfriend. I rolled a fat doobie for myself. I rolled a fat doobie today today today.

When we smoked it when we smoked it we all got high. When we smoked it when we smoked it when we smoked it we all got high. When we smoked it when we smoked it when we smoked it we all got high. 

Then we went outside and looked around. Then we went outside and looked around. Should we go to the beach? Should we go get ice cream and sit around? Should we go to the beach? Should....

We went to get a ice cream. "Get the ice cream. Get the ice cream" went through our heads. "Get the ice cream, get the ice cream, get the ice cream" went through our heads, went through our heads, went through our heads, and that's what we did.

I got a chocolate ice cream for myself and I loved it. [He loved it]
I got a chocolate ice cream for myself and I loved it. [He loved it]
I ate it for about two minutes and 35 seconds 'cause it was so delicious.
I ate it for about two minutes and 35 seconds 'cause it was so delicious.
[So delicious]

And then, we decided to go to the beach and surf, to go to the beach and surf, to go to the beach and surf, to go to the beach and surf. [Go to the beach!] Surf [surf]. Surf. Surf. [Wooo! Hang ten!!!]

Then we found some people that were sitting on the beach. We asked 'em "What you doing here you little motherfuckers?"

They didn't like it: they jumped up and punched me in the face. I don't give a fuck, I fought back, we fought em all. We fought em off the beach. We took their booze. We swang it down and fuck.... got retarded! Got retarded! Got retarded!!!! GOT RETARDED!!!!!!!

And we forgot what we were gonna do later. And we forgot what we were gonna do later.

We all jumped back in the water, but only one of us got out.

This is a sad song about doing anything completely obliterated, because everybody drowned and the tide was actually going away from the shore that day, and there was a big announcement on the radio but we didn't listen because we thought it was all a joke and nobody was gonna get harmed, and uh, we got outta control with the drugs and two people died. It was a lesson to learn, and now we're never gonna do that again.

Copyright 2014 by Misha Poloskin

Lesson Learned

Unedited improvised drum and vocal track:

I ripped a shoelace today, in the morning. Goddammit! Goddammit! I ripped a shoelace in the morning. Goddammit! Goddammit! I stubbed my toe on the fucking cabinet. Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit!

I dropped a toilet on my phone when I was removing it from the ground to replace the wax seal. Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! 

I deleted my most important file where I keep all my passwords on my computer. Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit!

I popped a tire on my bike when I went over a little puddle that I thought was gonna be a fun thing to do. Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! 

I did not think it was gonna rain. I did not think it was gonna rain. I did not think it was gonna rain, but it fucking poured. Goddammit. Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit!

I dropped the eggshell into my eggs when I was making 'em this morning, when I was making 'em this morning, when I was making 'em this morning. Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! I fucking ate it too.

It just wasn't my day today.
Maybe it'll be my day tomorrow.
Maybe the day after next.
Maybe it will never be my day. Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit! Goddammit!

Goddammit!!!

Copyright 2014 by Misha D. Poloskin

Goddammit

We recorded the loops in a minute, then recorded live drums and vocals over that in four minutes, then snapped the picture in one minute. Take a hit.

Open up the door - I'm the phattest motherfucker on the block. Open up the door, open up the door.
Open up the door - I'm the phattest motherfucker on the block. Open up the door, open up the door.

Here comes your king. You better realize: here comes the king. You better realize: I'm the phattest motherfucker on the block. You better open the door. Open the door!!!

I need a whole chicken with three sides. I need a whole chicken with three sides. I need to feed my body. I need to feed it: I need to grow bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger.

You better open up the door to be seven feet wide. I can barely fit 'cause I am the phattest motherfucker on the block on the block on the block on the block.

Give me a whole chicken and three sides. Give me a whole chicken and three sides. Give me a whole chicken and three sides. Give me a whole chicken and three sides.

I need to watch my figure: I need to get bigger. I need to watch my figure: I need to get bigger. Give me a whole chicken and three sides. Give me a whole chicken and three sides. Give me a whole chicken and three sides. I'm the biggest motherfucker on the block. I'm the biggest motherfucker on the block. I'm the biggest motherfucker on the block and I need a seven foot door.

Copyright 2014 by Misha D. Poloskin

Go Mishka

This is a public service announcement for people who are visiting NYC so they know how to behave on the subway.

Rules For The Rails

Gut Punch

Ryan Shivdasani, guitar. Jack Irving Redford, bass. Misha asked Jack for two words. Jack said "Spiral Stairwell". Misha immediately said "Got it. Hit record." Off we went:

I went to a party. Everybody was getting wild. I couldn't resist myself: I can hardly do that as you know before from my songs. I said "Yes" to those mushrooms. And then I tripped and fell, I tripped and fell, I tripped and fell down the spiral stairwell. I tripped and fell down the spiral stairwell. I tripped and fell, I tripped and fell down the stairwell. And then I fuckin' realized that I'm completely out.

There's nothing like this. There's nothing like this: I'm trippin' on mushrooms and I lost conscious of my head. I hit my head real hard on that drywall when I was flying down those motherfucking steps.

"What time it is? I wanna know!" said the rabbit as he glanced upon my dead body what it appeared like to him and then to me. "What time is it?" said the rabbit as he glanced upon my dead body as it appeared like to him and to me.

Oh no... after I have fallen down the spiral well I'm almost dead but I found inside of me the strength to get up, and I realized that I was in a completely different world:

I was quickly approached by two cards. Each one was wearing a number on its head. It said "10 10". One was red and it had hearts on it. The other one was black, and it had hearts with tails on it. They asked me, "Who are you?"

I said "I don't know... I think I'm Alice."

"Alice!!! Who's Alice?"

"I'm Alice.... or I think I'm Alice, because I had a similar experience. Wait, no.... I'm not Alice. No. You two: get outta here. I don't wanna go to the Queen. I don't wanna get to the King. I know how this goes. I need to find the Smoking Slug. Yeah, yeah. You two get outta here unless you can get me to the Smoking Slug right away. Yep. Get me to the Smokin' Slug. You don't know what a smokin' slug is? Fine. Leave me alone: I'm gonna get to the smoking slug, myself."

And so I went, and it was a short walk (it appeared to be) but I tripped over a stone and I hit my head again, and it seemed like it was no big deal, but then I was falling down another spiral stairwell. I was falling down another spiral stairwell. I was falling down another spiral stairwell. And I was.... double inception trippin':

I'm double inception tripping here. And time is going one eighth the time that it normally goes. And I'm going really fast. And my hands are racing so quickly that I can't understand what's going on. And everybody else is moving really slowly but I'm going really quickly and the hands inside my head are going real faster because your mind goes faster than your body does, and so I'm standing around and all these things are, like, barely crawling and I'm going, "What the fuck is going on? I remember now: I took mushrooms and I then I fell and I hit my head, and as I fell down a stairwell, and then I frickin' fell down another stairwell, and then I hit my head again, and now I'm here.... I need to find the smoking slug!"

And so I went, one foot after another foot. I was going so fast people were looking around at me, like, saying like, "No running at the pool!" And I wasn't running: I was just going so slow to make sure that they don't yell at me any more, and then I finally found the slug in the forest, because I went (it looked like) from one continent to another in a matter of seconds, like Flash.

And then the slug said, "Do you want to smoke this pipe?"

And I said, "Yes of course I do! I don't know what to do because I don't remember what happened in the story, but of course I do! I wanna smoke the pipe so I can go back to the..."

And the slug said, "Noooo... you must eat this mushroom to go back to your planet."

[Due to SoundCloud limitations, the rest of the lyrics wouldn't fit here... please find them at the end of Snapchat Addict]

Copyright 2016 by Misha D. Poloskin

Spiral Stairwell

Ian Duerr: Guitar

Ahhhh!

What is that? A new kind of jellyfish that we just have discovered at the bottom of the ocean?

Ahhhh!

What is that? Is it the jellyfish that we've been looking for so long? It has been eluding us for years, but we finally have found it.

Ahhh!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

I remember like it was yesterday: it was 1967 and we were doing some deep sea diving. And I thought, "What the fuck is that? It's glowing so bright. It has these freakin' weird legs. Is it a spaceship? I think I have smoked too much weed before I dived down in here. I think I took too many mushrooms and took too much acid."

I tried going to Arizona and to Nevada and looking up in the sky to find the same jellyfish or the starfish that I've seen. The starfish that I've seen: I thought it was definitely a UFO from somewhere out there and it would be here, in the Area 51, or maybe at the bottom of the ocean, or simply in my mind.

I took too many drugs over the years: I tried to get it back. I took so many drugs, I didn't understand what is going on in my head anymore. I tried to take more. I tried to get that fish back in my vision, but I couldn't.

And now it's back, thanks to this Italian manufacturer that provided us with this scuba gear. This bathyscaphe, it really dived down really much so much deeper than before, in 1967.

This time I was sober. This time I was much older and wiser. I knew that it wasn't in my head: I knew that it actually freakin' existed. I dived in the bathyscaphe made by the Italian manufacturer, and guess what is it that I saw? It was the jellyfish that looked like a starfish and starship dropping out of the sky like I'd seen in 1967 when I was doing all those drugs: but now it was alive in front of me. Again. And now I'm excited.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Copyright 2016 by Misha D. Poloskin

Jellyfish

Most music is composed, then rehearsed, then carefully recorded. Our music is free improvisation. In other words: we record and compose the song simultaneously while we play the song for the first time, with no planning, editing, or overdubs.

If you are scuba diving with friends and see a jellyfish swim by, you might think it looks silly. But when you are alone looking closely at a jellyfish, you might realize its depth and beauty: a microcosm of the Universe. Mishka Bobishka is the jellyfish of music.