And now… we come… to Static. It’s always been there, always been a part of us. Question is: how will we rise above it? Do we even need to? Why not dwell in Static forever and ever, become part of the machinery.
Russel here eventually sees Hollywood and the portal opening beneath it and shakes himself out of his stupor to go tell his band mates.
What do YOU see in the Static?
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“So you see, I had to escape the (Cross of the) Lamb. Else: absorbed. Devoured like the purest blue flower that I’d become, all because of a cult’s desire for permanence. Both them *and* us. One and the same deep down — like a hole inside a hole with a monster who is the machinery waiting at the bottom. Waiting for his chance.”
Will he get it? Gonna be razor’s edge close if not!
Only his band mate, his primary running partner, can save him at this late point. Essence of Murdoc. Tied right now, ha. (TBC?)
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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)
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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)
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“Well, here we are. Spirit House. Whatever will we find inside?”
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“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
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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.
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“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)
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