I always thought that the 1998 PBS ident had really awesome new age/ambient-style orchestral music. For this reason, I figured I would take the logo's jingle and add a lot of delay effects to it!

PBS Ambient '98

How a sonic assault filled with nostalgic late 90's PBS references would sound like. ;)

Lyrics:
Funding for this program
Has been made possible 
In part by a grant
From the Corporation for Public Broadcasting!

And by the annual
Financial support
Of PBS
Viewers like you!

And by a grant
From the National Science Foundation,
The Pew Charitable Trusts
And the Arthur Vining Davis Foundation!

And by a grant
From Kellogg's Rice Krispies
Reminding you that books
Are totally loaded with cool stuff!
Get in on it!
Wake up and see the amazing
World of reading!

Tré Roland-electrosupercharged vocals, echo-retrieving slide guitar, electronic frogs, hypersonic synthesizer, white noise descender


Thulian Pink TV Morning

This time, the electrosupercharged a capella has musical accompaniment! As pastoral as "How Did We Even Get Here?".

Tré Roland-much more folkier trip guitar, wah-wah synthesizer, Great Wall of Tiny Bells, electrosupercharged vocals, hyperspace bells

Skywriter (Reprise)

Since I'm a huge fan of Argentina's Fraticórnicos, I recently did a remixed version of one of their tracks, entitled "Tu Alcatraz Infancia (Your Alcatrazian Childhood)," which was taken from the band's 1997 mini-album "Ensoñación & Desfile (Reverie & Parade)." The original 1997 mix was instrumental, while the alternate mix and the 2016 remix had a Spanish recital attached to it. For that reason, when I remixed the 1997 version, I recorded myself reciting the poetry, which I was able to translate and proofread into English. 
The translated recital is as follows:

Who makes you believe?
Who make you believe in your Alcatrazian childhood?
Who makes the rebels grow?
Who?
Who makes us think that we’re sitting in the front
To a brown field full of thistles and straits?
Who makes us believe that we are coming down from the Moon
And looking at each other’s eyes?
Why?
Because the old rebels fought
And here come one after another,
And in the dance of the queers, he listens and jumps,
And maybe one more, yes, maybe one more shout and say,
“Here, I am the winner!”
Winner of what, you idiot?
If you are at the last small horizon,
That has stripped the Earth and made you run,
The rivers of blood that were long gone are
Since when?
Since when do you know how to handle bees
That fly around you?
Since when?
Make a little story of your life,
And put it on a scale.
We have been walking for some time,
Walking, walking and do not know...
Where is the end of the path?
Cut it out!
Acortala, and imprisoned in your childhood Alcatraz.
The stupid and irrelevent prisoners,
What were you doing?
Escape behind the grating windows,
Stalked by rust and twisted
Under the tide of hell.
Year after year, count the sticks on the wall,
The months, the days, once again, yes...
Once again, it reminds me of the moment when,
Imprisoned under the sand,
The pillow narrowed the splendor of joy
That we had not seen for a while.
But that’s how it is! It is so!
The years go by and the rebels
Come marching one after another...
Hear the march!
Listen, how stupid, what idiots they are…
Thirsty people die from treachery and traces are left behind.
Blood after blood flutters and a footprint that says:
“This is my brand, my badge,
This is my fingerprint.”
If it were the signature of death alone,
Lurking under the shoulders
Of that sick captain,
Is it not like this?
I have been shaking my hand for some time
And nobody gives it to me.
How unhappy this land is!
The grain belongs to him who sows it,
And the one who eats it is nothing more
Than the one who puts the hand and digs the plant,
Which long ago stopped being fixed in its place...
Water!
Water is that you sold, if you take them,
Leave a coin because if not, your head will fly.
Do not make him drink more.
Let your throat dry up.
And get used to drinking the sun.
It’s what burns your back.
When you walk with the bag under your shoulder,
It is what gives you to drink and to eat.
It’s what your children cry about
When they want to be a being
Leave it alone!
Let a saucer sound in your brain and you will see
How the do-re-mi-fa-sol of your life resonate.
Do it!
Make it grow, guide it and do not let it fall.
This is where the initial metaphor of plasmosis begins.
And if after the escape valve of your soul escapes,
Where would I go? Next door...
Maybe at that moment when your hand is the same as mine,
A well-fed hand and maybe two...

DISCLAIMER: The ending dialogue fragment (with echo) I got from Jim Steinman! LOL

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Fraticórnicos - Tu Alcatraz Infancia (Tré Roland's English Recitation Remix)

Indies Puestos Promo #1 (Spanish)

This is the first Spanish version of the ad. However, after listening to it, I decided that it wasn't satisfactory, as I butchered it in a few places, so I recorded another version of it.

Indies Puestos Promo #2 (Spanish Version, Work in Progress)

Here is the first English version I made. I had my voice sped-up to give a silly effect.

Indies Puestos Promo #3 (Goofy English V.1)

Here is the English version that was slowed-down to normal speed. This includes a surprise edit at the end...

Indies Puestos Promo #4 (Goofy English V.2)

Here is the last promo that I made, which was done in Fraticornian, the main language of the band's utopian homeland, the Archipelagos Fraticórnicos, on the planet Hibou. The transcript is as follows:

ADVERTIZI
Oyayayi! F'datikodnike nuvi laibi alpiim! Miwaki k'dami pidaim zik timpayo! Indi Pezdi! Hurr!
TRANSLATION:
(ADVERTISEMENT
Hooray! Fraticórnicos has a new double album! Twenty songs in less than five minutes! Indies Puestos! Bravo!)

You can check out the officially-translated guide to the Archipelagos Fraticórnicos here: https://thecrazymindoftreroland.wordpress.com/2017/07/10/the-great-alternative-vacation-a-guide-to-the-archipelagos-fraticornicos-a-very-educational-trip/

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