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Whole lotta Bob in this one, and the usual guitar bits. 62 minutes.

60 minutes o audio glee.

Every day a more lurid trek into the failure doctrine, the triumph of the C (or D-) student over ethics, excellence and true entrepreneurial expertise. We live in socialist Amerika, with a capitol S, ladies and germs. Ironically though, without any seeming trace of irony, McSame devotees are planting banners, littering the landscape with the following slogan: Prosperity, not Socialism. !!!!!!! That would be indeed too, too funny were it not for the fact that certain sectors of bovine, red neck Amerika will take that at face value and vote accordingly. Well at least we can tax the churches now, right? That should help recoup some of the absconded funds used for the bail-out, or stick-up, or hostage situation. Hell, with the mammon accrued by some of these mega churches we might be able to make a solid dent in the national debt. Hey, could happen, could happen. Bonus track for you today, a heavyconfetti joint: a shred guitar rendering of Gershwin s Ain t necessarily so. Because it ain t necessarily so BTW, sorry to see old Cool Hand shuffle off his mortal coil. Still shakin boss, still shakin .

Socialism for the rich, free markets for the poor Noam Chomsky BTW, shitting one s pants is now a sign of prestige. Hell, brag about it to your friends. Yes, having weak bowel control now represents a badge of honor. Wall Street has the weakest bowels of all, and now we re drowning in it s torrent of offal. Thank you, Ronald Reagan, Phil Gramm, John McCain, the Keating Five (not a jazz quintet) and a tragically undereducated and apathetic American public. I understand Adam Smith is spinning in his grave like a rotisserie chicken at FoodCo. Let the market be, indeed. The unseen hand jerking us off til there ain t no more jizz .

Special bonus track today: Mendacity, from the 2003 Heavyconfetti album Deconstructing Shred.

Some cuts of and at the managerial class, you know, da people what be runnin tings. All eager to give us advice, straight from their narcissistic pusses, having read or at least skimmed through a few books by Peter Drucker. They know the buzz words and they re buzzing with them. A special bonus track Nexus Seven Take-Out is part of a purely musical thing I m doing actually an experimental snippet featuring naturally and artificially shredding guitar and a drum backing in 7/8 time. Fortunately it s only about a minute in length, so your suffering may not be all that protracted. May your Friday be bereft of conflict and agenda happy membots and superlifers. Namaste.

The usual malevolent melange of the not-so divina commedia, with guitar and music scattered throughout to provide some kind of a different comic relief. This one is over an hour. In fact, the damn thing weighs in at 70 minutes. Shite. Might have to do something special for #60. Or not.

63 minutes of, well, you know the drill. Some musical interludian excursions here and there amid the noise and haste.

(from 2003) Too early for shitty metaphors. For any metaphors today. Bozo tolerance wanes. How many coughers have we today? Public transport has it’s dark side. Phlegm management. Uncle tom hello. Tom turkey. Tom tom. Bang the drum slowly. Loss of rhythm. All bozos… all the prisons. The cells. The prison industrial complex which permeates all, all, all. Room for one more honey. Cough cough. Coughs seem to come in bursts of two. And here down the aisle comes the king of rapid coughing. Once in a while he emits a short unitary cough. Thank you for supporting Phillip Morris. Did I put a period at the end of my diatribe this morning? Or did I just express myself? Shit. If people are going to express opinions they can’t just expect that no one will comment or oppose them. Dissent is the first step in gaining an education. Not gratuitous dissent, but an informed opinion. Cough cough. Cough cough. Burst of two, I tell you. Maybe I should write a thesis on this phenomenon. Perhaps the two cough burst thing is also part of feeling constrained in social environment. Perhaps if coughers were alone, they’d cough their heads off. Two coughs at a time, the polite way to expel thy toxins. Eat more meat. Smoke more cigarettes. Drink more coffee. Cough. Cough. Clearing of the throat? Clearing of the mind? Clearance sale. Nothing must go. Everything must go, but nothing ends up going anywhere and we stockpile stupidity in a multilayered sponge cake of hey I thought you weren’t going to use any more shitty metaphors? Cough. Let me clear my throat just a bit. Friendly phlegm, mind you. Cough. But enough cough counting. Cough cough. Cough.

65 minutes or so of audio vivisection and the usual guitar musings.

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Who is this Buttars clown of the Senate Utah? When, oh when will all the bigots, racists, homophobes, xenophobes and just plain morons die off? We may take comfort that they will not live forever, but then express some chagrin at how they seem to indoctrinate the youth to take their foul place, just like cigarette companies never seem to run out of victims, er, customers. And troglodyte bigots like Buttars don t even have the sense to exercise any degree of decorum or discretion. They just out themselves as the miserable fucks they are with their (presumably impulsive) idiotic statements. Well, I got news for you, brother Buttars, I seen your picture, and let me tell you something - you are one butt-ugly motherfucker. So nauseating is your grinch-like puss that I wouldn t even put it on this website. And I ve got some hideous dogs on this here site! Oh, BTW, there s a cover of the Lost In Space theme song from season One, mind you the one that the producers discovered the general population couldn t hum and so they changed it to a much more user friendly (and hummable, albeit forgettable) ditty.

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The minimum wages of a McJob are a fetid uniform that never, ever, ever loses it s greasy stench, no matter how many times you take it down to the laundromat or whether you use Bold, Cheer, or the strongest nuclear detergent in the world. I paid my dues for today s music goof: 99 cents for the backing track. But no regrets. It was too much fun for the kid, lemme tellya. The guitar lead section is of course utterly ridiculous. I take full responsibility.

The last compendium of the year. The usual conglomeration of cut-ups, absurdity and music. See ya in 08. It s gotta get better, right? Or not.

And that s some good eating, but not as good as roast grandpa for dinner! Hot damn, I m telling you! As for destroyin intelligence, shee-it, that was done long time ago. And what s with this heavyconfetti dude, agin playing too many notes? And pitch shifting and stuff?

Ah yes, the big Five-0. This makes for over fifty hours of the worlds of media, cut up and repurposed, along with musical interludes by Heavyconfetti.

Yes, the first installment of The Strange Life of Nikola Tesla has been uploaded. The show runs nearly 50 minutes. Check it out when you get a chance. The approximately two minute guitar shred duet below was originally recorded for another project and at 130 BPM. Well, for this little off piece I raised the BPM to 200 and of course there s much flange in the midst of all the arpeggios, scales and cadenzas. Yngwie Malmsteen and Buckethead on crack . With Johann Sebastian Bach spinning in grave.

The only thing cut up here is a long guitar solo I used in another piece. Often I ll take the excess recording material from various works and re-use them in various contexts. Here I just cut the guitar up mercilessly, put it back together and added a basic faux-funk background with some lazy bass. I called the tune Dexter simply because I had no imagination at the time and had just finished watching the latest episode . Man, does Dex need a new sponsor or what?

A play on the much overused phrase _________is the new__________ . The other annoying cliche and stale sentence goes as follows: It s the __________, stupid. But we can take small comfort in the fact that the childrens do learn . Because the fucking adults on this planet are clueless.

I am Jack s split lip. But the show must go on, I must blow more. Suck in and blow still more. I only smoke two or three packs a day; my skin is jaundiced, I smell like a blend of piss, fast food and ashtray. My doctor has prescribed suboxone for me so I can get off of the cancer sticks. But I keep hallucinating, seeing Goldie Hawn in the living room and I m wasted and I can t find my way home. And what s with all this guitar and these notes? Please stop. Come down on your own and leave your body alone; somebody must change ..somebody holds the key .or the kilo . Note to prescription writin happy quacks: don t prescribe suboxone to someone you know is presently using Benzodiazepines. Do a little research, doc or you may soon find yourself in malpractice hell and have your trusty pen taken from you.

Oh I like big brains, and I cannot lie. This combination of mashup, cutup, guitar bombastics and hernia producing vocals I first thought of on the way home from a commute one day, many years ago. I heard Susie Q, by CCR playing on the local radio station. Towards the end Fogerty sounded like he was singing (shouting) oh Sue s I.Q.! I thought that s grist for an interesting treatment. But it took me about seven years go do it. I had the idea on the back burner for too long. But no longer! I can only hope Screamin Jay Hawkins won t be too upset up there in Blues Heaven. The clip below that is a chain of non-lyrical lyrics from various songs put together. A series of onomatopoetic ululating from voices past and present. On a somewhat related note, I ve been listening to a lot of Minnie Riperton s work, more in the R B vein, and brother let me tell you that girl could SING! Chops and heart to burn. Recommend you check it out, right you are.

Well holy shee-it. norelpref.com makes the big time! Accountants and other bean counters and speculators are now relying on our own humble little media salad surgery for fiscal advice. Call me fiduciary and stop the mints. Featured piece below features bits from the feature film Running with Scissors. The other thing? Another science in action classic reworked.