Jan. 28th 2018

analysing stomach contents - any prize for guessing those contents ?
my guess is that a battery powered korg mini keyboard has been either swallowed, perhaps in pieces, or else surgically implanted by s backstreet synth surgeon. what we are hearing is a mix of the korg's signature (only) sound overdubbed with a recording of the noise made prior to insertion, tracks then mixed underwater by Charles Manson (the diver not the murderer, I assume so)
to many, the result would no doubt be thought of as pretentiousness shit made by an idiot who wants you to imagine they are simply too intelligent to make simplistic music such as that of laughably untalented group The Beatles, commercial sounds which delight morons across the globe. Sigh. Sometimes a massive intellect is a curse, my mind is of the scale required to perceive the superiority of the stomach track and perceive the numbing stupidity of stupid moron music. Sometimes I envy the poverty of their inner life but more often I am content to be an ubermensch who genuinely derives enjoyment from the sublime dissonance of swallowed Korg synths and doesn't just pretend to like it. That flimsy transparent bluff is past its prime, the charlatans have had their heads shaved in the street and returned home to nod in zombie fashion to the Bee Gees. I and the remaining elite are a small group and indeed may be compromised only of myself and a Belgian who has sadly been in a coma for the last 20 years. Sometimes I send him recordings of dental procedures but whether he enjoys them I neither know nor care. Other humans are little more than insects to me , repulsive and inconsequential. Only my incandescent mind and your radio show are capable of engaging my titanic intellect. The jazznoize piece for instance, no doubt hated by stupid people , I find it genuinely riveting without pretending or anything like that, not at all, all genuine pleasure. One small request, any chance of some James Taylor sometime ? Or Carole King, Tapestry has some memorable tunes ? Ha ha just kidding, keep the groove atonal and if one or two people pretend to like it to seem clever that is outweighed by the millions of genetically inferior subhumans who genuinely hate it. Looking forward to not pretending to enjoy hour after hour of this elite show both at home, at the interrogation centre where I work . Plus those mystery times which I cannot account for, days, sometimes even weeks when I suddenly become aware of being in a bush covered in jymph fluid, my own hopefully. The intervening period is blank, the only thing I can reliably say is that my IQ remains at a level that makes a mockery of the low scores I obtain on the absurd tests devised by Elton John fans, so-called psychologists .There is is but one true and reliable test of megabrain ultragenius. And I am most grateful to you for providing it.