In the first of a two parter, Dee and Kate discuss the origin of one of the more prescient thinkers of the 20th century, Dr Wilhelm Reich, who believed that humanity could be cured through harnessing the power of the sexual orgasm. Longtime listener calls in to inform Dee about having a vasectomy and Buffalo Bill phones in with an update on the Las Vegas bachelor party. Sign up for the Sick and Wrong Patreon to hear the Second Show, SW archives, and the bonus minisode Overkill.

S&W Episode 902: Dr Wilhelm Reich and his Sex Machine - Part 1

In Part 2, Dee and Kate examine Dr Wilhelm Reich’s orgone accumulator and how the censorship he faced in the United States – the “land of the free” - brought on his eventual descent into madness. Listener calls in about a date with a big girl he met on Bumble. Sign up for the Sick and Wrong Patreon to hear the Second Show, SW archives, and the bonus minisode Overkill.

S&W Episode 903: Dr Wilhelm Reich and his Sex Machine - Part 2

Shooting william shakespeare

Neal's Last Dream In Mexico

I Think Of Dean Moriarty I Think Of Dean Moriarty

This is a mix. 
A mix of samples. 

The samples were extracted and re-looped/remixed live-to-tape on December 2nd, 2023 and edited later for clarity and brevity.

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Approximate Track List:

Joy Orbison - red velve7
Rat Heart Ensemble - R U WELL?
Masakatsu Takagi - Water Fall
Asnakech Worku - Mech Alkugn Lela Sew
 + David Bowie on why you should never play to the gallery	
 + SDSU Aztec Football Highlights (KPBS San Diego, 1974)
Exploded View - Letting Go of Childhood Dreams
KMRU - orbit
 + Slenderide - The SOUND Exercise Program
 + William Burroughs (excerpt from You're The Guy I Want To Share My Money With)
Jerry Butler - Suite For The Single Girl (1977?)
Le Groupe X - Multi Facet I (19xx)
 + Henry Miller Recalls and Reflects (1956)
Rat Heart Ensemble - ALL FALL DOWN
Leucozyt - Sonntagmorgen (1982)
Bob Thiele & His Orchestra - Theme From Chinatown (1975)
Nat Feer - Return Again (1979)	
Joy Orbison - red velve7
Rat Heart Ensemble - I'LL BE ALL DAY
Exploded View - Letting Go of Childhood Dreams

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Oiga amigos! Oiga amigos! Paco!
Last words of Hassan Sabbah,
The Old Man of the Mountain!
Listen to my last words, anywhere!
Listen all you boards, governments, syndicates, nations of the world,
And you, powers behind what filth deals consummated in what lavatory,
To take what is not yours,
To sell out your sons forever! To sell the ground from unborn feet
forever.

I bear no sick words junk words love words forgive words from Jesus.
I have not come to explain or tidy up.
What am I doing over here with the workers, the gooks, the apes, the
dogs, the errand boys, the human animals?
Why don’t I come over with the board, and drink coca-cola and make it?

Explain how the blood, and bones, and brains of a hundred million
more or less gooks went down the drain in green piss!
so you on the boards could use bodies, and minds, and souls that
were not yours, are not yours, and never will be yours.
You have the wrong name and the wrong number!
Mr Luce Getty Lee Rockefeller

Don’t let them see us, don’t tell them what we are doing!
Not the cancer deal with the Venusians, not the green deal –
don’t let that out,
disaster, automatic disaster.
Crab men! Tape-worms! Intestinal parasites!
Like Burroughs, that proud American name?
Proud of what exactly? Would you all like to see exactly what
Burroughs has to be proud of?
The Mayan Caper, the Centipede Hype,
Short-time racket, the Heavy-metal gimmick?
All right, Mister Burroughs, who bears my name and my words buried
all the way
for all to see,
in Times Square, in Piccadilly,
Play it all, play it all, play it all back!
Pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back!

Listen to my last word, any word
Listen, if you value the bodies which you would sell
all souls forever, short time,
minutes to go, blue heavy-metal people –
don’t let that out,

Are these the words of the all powerful boards, syndicates,
of the earth?
The great banking families, French, English, American,
squeezing the air.
You want Hassan Sabbah to explain that,
to tidy that up.
You have the wrong name and the wrong number.
for this you have sold your sons forever?
the ground from unborn feet forever
And you want the name of Hassan Sabbah on your filth deals
To sell out the unborn?
I rub out all the formulaes and directives of the Elders of Minraud forever
I rub out the word forever.

Vlad Fenesan - I've Been Delayed

Looks don’t matter when you’re over the hill
An exercise in futility
Check my fertility
Harvard not yale
Drink lager 
Not Ale
The for-sale sign
May I please resign 
From the board
See that woman I scored
Irish love the Pogues
Madonna’s not in vogue
Shane McGowan
Love how he’s howling
Howling Wolf
Scored a milf
Say I went off the rails
As the sail boat sails
I am ignorant
Dumb and vapid
I bit the dog I was rabid 

Head dent
Watch her she’s bent
Wants help with the rent
Looks don’t matter when you’re over the hill
Won’t help pay the bill
Credit card shark fin
Put me in bin
I need a recharge
Swim behind the barge
Pick up the last card
Squeeze the splinter shard
Of wood
Where I once stood
Now wheel banana peel
For where I slipped 
Up
Half-full the cup
Optimism reign
Must be insane
Crazy like a coconut
But need I say
I fired today
Apprentice
Could you say less
Words
In the suburbs
Tea in cupboards
She hung her weapons 
Out to dry
First try was not
 awarded
Rewards in the oak draws
Hold on your applause 
She hit the zenith
Like the frequency Kenneth

it’s for the greater good
I said I probably should
Listen
Juices glisten
She said 
You look like some punk
But please pass me the junk
E
I’m not William Burroughs
Living off smack
Pack and whack it off
Wears no mask
Watch them cough
Virus in her lungs
On the ladder rung
She’s climbing 
Still sighing 
Bacon’s frying in the pan
Should I be your man?
I could do better
Scarlet the letter
Looks don’t matter when you’re over the hill
She took the pill
Scratch acid
High made me flaccid
So I fucked her neighbour
I did her a favour
I ran the world when I was young
Now I can’t find fun

Looks Don't Matter (when You're Over The Hill)

Text: Willliam S. Burroughs - Apocalypse, 1988 - from Dead City Radio
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