I aint ridin on no plane Hannibal!

I had a dream a while back that I was in this house in florida, like a plantation type of thing. It was at night and the house began being attacked by hatian (sic) zombies. Somehow they arrived in the states and were looking for anything living to kill. Not to eat or anything like that. Just to kill the living. I go down to the cellar where I found all of these samurai weapons, they were all up on a wall for display. There were hachiwaris, sutes, katanas, wakizashis...and a buttload of other sword type weapons. I started to feel defeated as I was pulling all of the weapons down off the wall, getting them ready for the zombies, that were at the door tearing at the wood trying to get in. But then I felt relieved when I remembered that Mr. T was with me, so I turned around to him and said. "Hey, You need any weapons? I think I got enough." He was donned in his usual later season A-Team atire (Loads of gold) I looked down at his waist where a pair of silver plated Colt single action revolvers were setting. He pulled them out, gave them a few fancy spins, and spoke. "Nah! All I need is these." He then shot one the guns, causing blue smoke to come rolling out the barrel. I thought to myself..."Ok I got lots of sharp objects, and Mr. T has two six shooters that shoot out blue smoke, and not even in a dangerous way. I am sooo dead!" Then the dream shifted to me being chased by my dad with a softball trophy down the freeway. Then I woke up.

I listen to broadcast every day at work. Whether it's whole album or just a couple songs. I make it a habit that I listen to them on the daily. And so should you!

I don't know which is more gratifying. Instantly falling for a band or a song, or at first not really getting the vibe of a band but then eventually falling in love with every aspect of a band Trish Keenan's haunting vocals and ego cracking, surreal lyrics, who was a firm believer in not letting the writer get in the way of a song. and the songs that they give to us. They have a southern California psyche rock band with a French dream pop vibe, via a cult commune that is trying to transfer a 30 gigaton psychic bomb into the heart of the moon so as to awaken a slumbering space grub that will hungrily feed on our planet like a caterpillar to a leaf kind of vibe. Or maybe they're just into putting magic horns into marble statutes and bringing them to life. It's got to be one of those two. All circles vanish, ascension is near.