Let’s see. I’ve used blue, light blue and blue-violet for Jeogeot locations so far — Nawt Vaya, Rodentia, and NWES Cy out on the western coast. Violet is next for its Korean Channel? How about blue-gray?
Category Archives: Dokken Hollow+
00490508 (decision for 00490402)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0508, Dokken Hollow+, Jeogeot, Nawt Vaya+, NWES Island, Xilted
00490507
And so Gorillaz, working as a team, a true 4n1 or TILE, are able to defeat the giant malignant worm thingies and move on to the next phase of their musical career, 8 I believe. Or is it 5?
Anyhow, the Spirit House here cannot stand up to their combined powers and breaks apart and sinks into the earth where it came from; Hell, I suppose.
So what does this have to do with *Chet’s* band Scissorrun©, back in Rodentia on the continent of Jeogeot in the metaverse of Our Second Lyfe, or at least My Second Lyfe? Let’s move barside again at Walk By Night, focus in on the faces of the people sitting there this time listening to his band: manager Biff Carter and — let’s go with Jennifer Lane, all grown up from Jenny Lane like a forgotten, weedy road off the main beat. Like I said before, at this stage there’s only Chet on lead guitar and vocals and Karl on drums and backing vocals. No bass, which Karl will fill in later. Biff has made a decision about hiring another band member, the 3rd. New lead vocals allowing Chet to focus on his guitar. Or at least that’s how they broke it to Chet. In truth — as I also reviewed a bit before — his screechy voice leaves a bit to be desired for commercially minded Biff (raven-like he put it before). And he convinced Karl that they couldn’t scale to the top of the rock heap as they desired unless some changes occurred in that area.
“Let’s list out the Scissorrun©-Gorillaz comparisons as they stand now,” he says to Jennifer, trying to put everything in 1-2-3-4 order while checking his notes in the red book he always carries around these days. “Chet equals Murdoc, but lead guitar instead of bass. Karl equals Russel, but eventually moves to bass instead of drums. You are 2-D, a new sweet lead vocalist but with a change of sex — and also you have to age to where you are, ahem, *now*. And then, um, Noodle.” Biff is suddenly stymied. Noodle maybe should be the new drummer to replace Karl? But what about little Sherwood who, like Shelley, also has some serious growing up to do before assuming that role?? Things still need to be worked out before moving into *their* next phase, 1 I believe. Only the beginning.
“Look over here,” Shelley says to Biff to end. “Look into my eyes.” Library in there, he sees. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0507, Dokken Hollow+, Jeogeot, Michigan
00490503 (slave)
After seeing the changed picture through the door’s window, she eyes the files again to her left. “Tell you what, brother in arms of mine. I’ll throw in all these top secret folders in this big box to sweeten the deal. All I ask from you in return is…”
“And so that’s how I got here. Replaced a fellow named Spiff; (she) said he had more important things to do in town. Tutoring was mentioned. Now if you’ll excuse me I have a batch of hash browns, 4 pancakes, and 3 eggs 1 easy over and the other 2 scrambled to cook. And that’s just in the next 2 minutes or so…”
“Snapshots,” I said, remembering that element. “What about the snapshots?” 2 cracked eggs and 2 batter pours later: “I don’t know what you’re talking about now.”
But from the tone of his voice I knew he did. You can read a lot into Arthur “Orient” Morgan I’ve found out. He wears his emotions on his now greasy sleeve. I walk away, satisfied I’d learned enough for this morning. Back in the evening for more food for both body and mind. Maybe bring Chet along too. TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0503, Dokken Hollow+, Jeogeot
00490502 (the picture changes (oh brother!))
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0502, Dokken Hollow+, Jeogeot
00490413
It was now time to see the band in action. In this early stage, Karl was on drums, not younger brother Sherwood who was still quite too little to play, although his talented hands could already snatch flies out of mid-air circling around his crib without fail (but, bigger question perhaps, *why* were they circling there, ho?). No bass guitarist in the band, then; Karl would serve that function in the future. Only him and then Chet on lead guitar and vocals, with Karl supplying backing vocals when needed. I’m debating whether to say that Chet, like his pretty much double Murdoc from Gorillaz — unplanned most of these parallels between the two fake bands are once more — gave up his role as lead singer to another, for Murdoc’s case this being the also red masked crooner known as 2-D seen in that last post of this here current photo-novel. Hmm. He doesn’t sound *bad* as I sit there at the bar, listening with restaurant manager turned band manager Biff Carter, last seen in Tonsiltown I believe. Or thereabouts. But he also certainly doesn’t sound “good” as in a traditional way of singing, even for rock stars. More commercially minded Biff was thinking along the same lines because he said over to me about a minute into “Paper” (their original single and perhaps their best still), “kind of sounds like a raven in heat, doesn’t he?” and then he laughed but also he was kind of crying a bit too. Because he knew he would have to go back to the dirty 1 dining room/10 x 10 foot cooking area/small shared sex bathroom with no sink restaurant on the edge of town if this whole band thing didn’t pan out. Yeah, he was mulling it over I could tell. No harm done in *auditioning* singers, he may have been thinking here. As long as Chet doesn’t know. Karl? Maybe he should let him in on it too? Karl surely doesn’t thinking Chet is the best of the best in terms of vocals, knows they can’t scale to the top like they desire with him as frontman.
Meanwhile, Jenny Lane sings solo down at the Mago docks as Charles Anson looks on. He’s cooking up a plan, evil of course as is his base nature. Is this the girl? he asked himself after the singing came within earshot as he kept wandering around town, looking for… something. Had he found the one in his dreams at last, a siren’s call across a chasm separating good and bad like Tennessee from Kentucky? He had to find out.
Anson, he thinks while the high pitched, golden throated warbling continues. The child’s name will be Anson too. Now to get to work on that time machine. (TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0413, Dokken Hollow+, Jeogeot, Kentucky, Tennessee
00490412
Attracted by the smell of gunpowder and old rifle grease, Charles Anson pulls up to Rodentia’s Communal Amory and Workshop on his motorcycle, intent on going inside and buying a couple more weapons if he finds them adequate for his needs. But his attention then shifts next door to the BUFC sign. He remembers seeing that logo on a bucket of chicken his assistant Tony was eating on the set of one of his Gorillaz produced videos back in the days; thought it strange at the time that he’d not heard of the brand. BFC: close enough.
And a red motorcycle again ta boot, he also recalls about the involved “Aries” shoot. He works with synchronicities and resonances in a malignant way this time (like a worm) to adjust his stream of thoughts toward this town fer sure. Noodle must be close.
Gorillaz singer 2-D wearing a red handkerchief mask at the end of “Aries”, warning everyone to be safe during the COVID pandemic. This is obviously suppose to represent Chet, or at least his idealized golden throated singing side. The lead guitar side remains with Noodle. (TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0412, Dokken Hollow+, Jeogeot
00490410
“For Scissorrun©? It all started right here, in Rodentia.
“Walk By Night.”
“Cool. I remember walking by there at night, wondering how a place that small could have a band that large. I recall.”
“Many a night I sat here at the bar, staring at that upside down cross, and asking, ‘why why why?'”
“Because of the band being too big for such a small place thing,” I said.
“Upside down from what I anticipated, yeah. I wondered why Satan and his 666 powers had let me down so much. After all, there was the whole selling of the soul to him.”
So that’s in this story as well, I think. But I knew there was more.
“To cover up the cracks that were forming all over the place in Our Second Lyfe,” he went on. “To make it… perpetual.”
Oh, so there’s that too, I think
“Have you been around back? Have you seen the graffiti, the picture, round back of the place? Yeah, you’d think: *You* did that. To make your story come more in line with that of Gorillaz. But, no, it was there in the first place. Along with this upside down cross. This is the place.” TBC
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0410, Dokken Hollow+, Jeogeot
00490409 (Sparks)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0409, Bellisaria, Continent 02, Dokken Hollow+, Jeogeot
00490408 (simulation too)
“No, not *those* apples, Mrs. Extra Ordinary. Because you are.”
She blushed through the anger, turning her cheeks a deep, winesap 2 times red. She throws the apple just picked away. It clunks into the grass beyond the tree, bouncing and rolling several feet beyond its landing spot. Poison, she understood, eyeing it from perhaps 20 feet away now. Or too close for comfort. She brings the basket of the already plucked fruit over for me to look at too.
“How about these?”
“1 bad, all bad,” I say, thinking I see the first malignant worm wriggling amongst the batch despite not trying too hard. “Here, take my hand. Let’s get you out of here.”
She hesitated. “W-what about the pie? The pie I’m suppose to cook for…” She turned to the 3 story, 5 bedroom, green with white trim house with attached double garage and rental loft. She couldn’t remember the name of her husband. She looked for him amongst the many windows hoping his figure would jar her memory… no one home. She also couldn’t remember the year she bought the house, the year, period. Paradise, but false in nature?
“The pie can wait until a better place,” I say, still holding the hand out. Will this work? I think. I had to try.
—–
“How could you not remember you were married to the sheriff of Fox County? I’m the most important man around (!).”
“I know. It was just a silly dream.” Still she wondered what would have happened if she would have taken that hand, be led somewhere else.
There. The apples are washed. No worms or other abnormalities spotted. Silly dream.
“I’ll be back in 2 hours for that pie,” he said while standing, have other matters to attend to in the meantime. Important matters for an important person. She knew her place. (TBC?)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0408, Dokken Hollow+, Jeogeot
00490407
I seemingly had sort of finished my analysis of Indigo Parallel. I brought [Dandelion] out of that world into this one via connector Indigo Ridge. Funtastic. A base on an alien world where the mother/father planet’s rings flip every so often, just enough to remind one this is all a simulation. *Reality* is a simulation — no escape. The man inside the spacesuit seems to agree. He eyes me from afar.
—–
“Did you get the idea of the perpetual Santa outfit from Gorillaz?”
“No, they got it from me,” he joked. “Besides, it’s not Santa, it’s just Christmas, period. I stayed there. Gorillaz and its Murdoc didn’t.”
“Interesting. Soo, Santa is also Satan.”
“You said it. Not me.”
“666. Cracks coverup.”
No answer. (TBC)
Filed under **VIRTUAL SL, 0049, 0407, Dokken Hollow+, Jeogeot, LSD, Schrodinger VIIIa, Starfield
Sunklands 