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| 05/20/2007 07:00:02 PM |
decadence post-latenceby silverfoxxComment: DPL was formed by three people who had the same dream... every night. Isadora Duncan would approach them, wearing only a scarf and a hatband. She would just stare at them. She said she needed new music to dance to. They would wake up with their heads full of melodies... the same melodies. One learned to play the violin, another the bass, and the third learned to sing and play the piano. They made one magnificent album and then after that... they stopped dreaming.
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| 05/20/2007 06:48:44 PM |
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| 05/20/2007 01:35:42 AM |
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| 05/20/2007 01:34:31 AM |
Doomed Plastic Loveby UrfaKComment: Bobby, don't bring me plastic roses
I'm never gonna put them where my nose is
Bobby, I'm not in love,
Bobby, I'm not alone.
Call me...
on a plastic telephone.
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| 05/20/2007 01:31:58 AM |
a classic punk rock opera...DPL!by jonnienyeComment: they said it couldn't be done... a punk rock opera. punk rock had never been able to sustain a concept for longer than 2 minutes, never mind an entire album. But DPL was no ordinary punk band. It consisted almost entirely of failed, embittered nuclear physicists (the drummer was technically a rocket scientist). Their opera consisted of a fantasy in which their "great idea", using depleted plutonium to create vending machine snacks, was embraced by corporate America instead of mocked and condemned by global academia. The saga begins with their development of the idea, through the testing phase and then into everyone's public places. Drama ignites when little Billy develops a mysterious rash, but the brave doctor discovers that the boy is allergic to trees, not nuclear waste, as the nutty leftists claimed. So everybody celebrates by getting their faces pierced.
This album was credited with single-handedly ending the punk rock movement.
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| 05/20/2007 01:07:33 AM |
Delightful Poppy Locksby ShermyComment: Delightful Poppy Locks lived in a house in the woods with her father and three brothers. Her mother died when she was very young and she had to help her father with the chores. Her brothers were very lazy and demanded a lot of attention. Some days it was hard to be delightful, but she loved her family very much and did whatever she could to help them... but that got more difficult when Father lost his job at the coal mine. Del reached deep into her personal spiritual resources, where she found distant memories of songs that her mother used to sing to her. She quickly turned these songs into a best-selling album. Aging hippies loved her brand of pop-infectious musical fairy tales. It reminded them of their youthful ideals.
Then her brothers started doing drugs and a fairy godmother sent down mourning doves to peck out their eyes. Everybody else lived happily ever after.
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| 05/19/2007 10:11:42 PM |
Dream and Play in the Lightby The_DentistComment: DaPitL was really Dana Peavey Longstern, a musical prodigy who played all the instruments on her albums, sometimes two at a time. As her "band" name suggests, she yearned for the childhood she never got to have. Hers was spent in a poorly lit basement, where all the musical equipment was kept. Her mother had oversensitive hearing and couldn't bear to hear her child practicing. So Dana dreamed... and played... in the dark. She tried to build sunlight and meadows and trees with her music, but could never quite convince herself. She did sense, however, that there was a place, a slightly better lit place, somewhere within her music. The doorway seemed to be in the vicinity of a melody she wrote, the melody that would later become the first song on her eponymous album, "turn and pull". She played that melody over and over, trying to get closer to that door. When she learned to play the clarinet (it took her all of a day) she found that she could create windows to this magical place, windows glinting with her reflection. Unfortunately, her own eager visage blocked her view of whatever lay beyond.
One day her musical success brought her to New York City, where she thought she saw the same world... just beyond her reflection in the East River. They told her not to lean over so far, but she said "It's alright... I can fly."
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| 05/19/2007 09:39:05 PM |
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