It ain't dance music, Sherlock. It's more like music to
rev your chainsaw up to. Oddly enough, Mahatma Ghandi gets credit
for writing all these songs, including the one about hunting
moose. - Mojo
Surviving on acorns, unhealthy doses of café bustelo,
and single serving pouches of top cigarette tabacco an unusiably
stable and angrily optimistic squirrel burrowed his way out
of his home into a cold october morning. The light and honesty
of the morning sun showed the squirrel's eyes grown wide with
wonder. The squirrel had had a vision. It was a most powerful
vision, or perhaps a spectre, he had seen late in the night
admist the neurotic wood grains of his piney hovel. For our
furry friend life had dawned anew. Upon his first viewing of
the spectre he was a blurry fellow, more of an idea really,
that would whip in and out of his vision with the wind in his
mind. The squirrel wracked his brain, wiped his eyes furiously,
and tensed his furry paws into fists to see the spectre more
clearly. That first night he could see the spectre only in part,
and only after serious concentration did the squirrel begin
to see a federation of elements within it's full form. Federation
X he named them: the left index finger, right eye, and upper
lip of the fantabulous spectre. Armed only with a vague understanding
of what he had seen and heard late in the murky midnight he
stole a '77 Chevy Impala. For the next 7 years the squirrel
travelled the vast wastelands of America and Europe appearing
before the fear surprised eyes of their peoples in hundreds
of appearance of irreverent guerilla evangelsim. Dreams and
fire would whip through his mind and pour out of his eyes as
he spoke, and sounds of thunder shot out of his fingertips.
At the end of each attempt at public communication of his vision
his fur was wet and matted, his blood vessels permanetly enarleged,
popped, and pulsing left him sweating in the corner, his beady
eyes searching for the next town and opprotunity. Times were
sometimes hard for the young squirrel and he often had to depend
upon the indlyness of strangers. One day a king the next day
a pauper. One day a visionary the next day a fool, the squirrel
learned the rules of the road, and pleaded with the spectre
to enable him to negotiate every situation with the grace of
a twig on the shoulders of mighty stream. With every month the
voices grew louder and the squirrel was soon surrounded by friends
and comrades who had heard them too. Often these aquaintences
were made by knowing glances across smoky rooms. “I too
have heard the voices. I too have seen the pillars of heaven
shake!” These conversations were then often carried late
into the night into living rooms and empty barroom dancefloors
long after the “boom, boom, boom” of the night had
ended. These conversations revealed to the young squirrel, who
we can refer to as “Randy”, a family of spectres who
had, like his own, been named. It was at this point that the
spectre took full form and revealed himself to Randy. They became
the best of friends laughing late into the night smoking cigarretes
and joking till they cried on the highways of midnight under
the grimy din of the Impala's dome light. The spectre became
so fully realized that often he took his turn at driving and
operating the car's tape player, rotating the map in his ghostly
fingers guiding them to their next destination. It was on one
of these nights that the spectre suggested that they record
the next “happening” in an effort to hold on to the
vision and learn from the night's swellings before they disappeared
into the eardrums of those around them. Randy knew of no better
place for the sounds to be poured into, but the eardrums of
all around them, but he also understood what the spectre meant.
They made several of these “Recordings” and named
them: FED X/ROX split single (molasses manifesto), FED X full
length (molasses manifesto), FED X “Nighttrain” single
(Tapes), FED X/FLESHIES split single (molasses manifesto), FED
X “American Folk Horror”, “X PATRIOT”, “RALLY
DAY” estrus full lengths, and FED X “budgie cover
single” (wantage usa). Randy had long ago decided that
the spectre that had appeared to him so long ago and had since
grown into a constant companion who had led him to so many terrific
and wonderous places was indeed a friendly and good spectre
and he was glad that he had met him.
Label: Estrus Records (USA) and Cargo Records
(Europe)
