Saturday, August 18, 2007


psychometer

I fell asleep with the TV on, last night. When I woke up, it was somewhere around eleven or midnight, and I started to flip channels in search of something. I don't know what, really.
Something beautiful?
Something interesting?
Something that was simply well done?
What I stumbled upon instead, was a small orchestra of extreme ectomorphs making very strange, quivering types of sound on a variety of instruments, while their leader, himself an extreme ectomorph, was singing what must have been a song but seemed more like the incoherent nightmare-utterings of a heavily-drugged, asylum inmate.

This leader had a spread-out, 6-foot butterfly-wing attached to his back......every member of the quivering soundmakers standing or sitting behind him, also had a spread-out, 6-foot butterfly-wing attached to his or her back.

It was insane. It was just plain psycho.
The leader's name was Sufjan Stevens.

The program on which all of this psycho-stuff took place, was the once fabulous, but now totally pathological
Austin City Limits
Scary stuff, y'all!
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