February 21, 2007

One Man's Breakfast Is Another Man's Funeral

Bongwater - Double Bummer + Breaking No New Ground (1989)

Strong currents nibbled at the giant's toes as he swam the inland ocean, more a large lake from his perspective, crossing from his gargantuan castle home that rose straight from the sea on a thousand pillars of eroded limestone. He hoped to reach land within the half-hour, curious to know how the world had changed during his several millenia-long nap. Sniffing at the air, he could just taste the scent of those tiny two-legged appetizers he liked so much. At least they were still around, he thought to himself. And it was almost time for brunch...

9 comments:

Grass Is Green said...

Thanks very much for all this priceless music! Most of this stuff is really hard to find.

Mr. Cab said...

Bongwater!! What a Fantastic Post.
Very much appreciated. Can't thank
you enough. This Kramer guy is
a genius!

gomonkeygo said...

Thanks, both of you! Appreciate the comments. I have more Bongwater, Kramer, Chadbourne, BALL, Shockabilly and maybe some other stuff to get up soon. Hope you'll tune back in.

Glenn Baskin said...

Thanks love this album-Shockabilly would be great

Anonymous said...

Thank you for the Bongwater... I have this on vinyl,excited to not have to transfer myself! Much appreciated...

Anonymous said...

Hey Monkey,

Thanks for letting me know about your Cope shares - you are truly a God. In fact, are you related to King Monkey, minor deity and friend of Sandy, Pigsy and Fish? (not to mention Tripitaka the androgynous ladyboy priest person)

Dr Tugnut (retired)
Steerpike Manor.

gomonkeygo said...

If only! I'm just a lowly monkey with an extraordinary hoarding instinct. I have more Cope to share, but it'll be awhile. I've got a week of stuff queued up already.

Anonymous said...

definitely, thanks for this multi-faceted album and the embedding of clues is sensational!!

Anonymous said...

yes, indeed, time is a disease that only space can cure.. lovely mystic, incredible eggs.. a cup of jazz runneth over for you all.. lovely beatitudes flying saucers.. zenman