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Seventy Four Point One FM

Thursday, January 23rd, 2014

Drivin'

Drivin’

(in the snow)

(in the snow)



(I BEEN WEIGHTING FOR THIS MOMENT)

Electric Light (Dontcha Know?)

Electric Light (Dontcha Know?)

RAP GAME BRENT MINI

(RAP GAME RAY DiO)

I C O N

L I V E @ The Zen Tor

(BRENT MiNi)

(BRENT MiNi)

Tune In

Tune In

Turn On

Turn On

Drop Out

Drop Out



TARAN-IS

Talkin' To You (The One Inside)

Talkin’ To You (The One Inside)

just hold
the wheel

(KA-)

(KA-)

and let
me
drive

(KA-)

(BOOM)

Frequency of Sound

Saturday, February 16th, 2013

Into The White (Thomas Cole)

Zebra Head

Zebra Head (CH)

Z Horse (ES)

Z Horse (ES)

Poler Bears

Poler Bears

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V A L I S

V A L I S

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Pink Light

Pink Light

Per Spiritum

Per Spiritum

The Empire Never Ended

The Empire Never Ended

**

Glen Runciter

Shopping Trip

Damaged Glory

Eagles Soar

3ZTV

Eyes See

The Holy Z

The Holy Z

The Jungle Clear

Xenophanes Was Right

Interior Minister

Divine Invader (The Time Is Ripe)

**

ROME ET

ROME ET

Dantenna

Dantenna

Jump Coming

Jump Coming

0815

Friday, August 17th, 2012

so this is freestyle, sitting downstairs outside on a garden wall looking up at the stars, its hot and there is traffic tonight. a car starts me up, it passes by with a reg

ZH 421 699

and going the other way is a plumber, his stereo vibrating, we exchange hand signs and smile at each other, giggling. he drives off, screeching across the yellow stripes, his beard complicated. couples shuffle in and out of the hotel across the road, i am wearing a white tank with the flaming nufan logo and my skin is brown and colourful, scarred. my shins are bleeding and i am smoking a mild joint, mixed with a dandelion tobacco substitute. its a very european feeling, lights flicker up and down the lake. a woman in black walks past, heavyset and determined, i offer a ‘grüezi’ which is wrong, its nighttime and you don’t say that then. she smiles none the less, and walks on. a white car heading towards town slows at the zebra stripes, no people on it, just a car parked on the curb, hotel overflow. the white car has a very discreet kapo zh insignia and it pulls in, sits there, rear windows tinted, full dark. i admit to turning teenager and getting a shiver, my flip flop starts jiggling as i yawn, stretch, lean into the wall a little. i haven’t smoked in a while. stretch again. the white car is not moving, brake lights glowing. the lady in black walks by again, going the other way. we giggle, and i say “schön obig”, which is close enough. i relax, look up to the sky again, past the white car. i see three stars lined up, hanging low. i think

triple star

and the guy gets out of the white car, moves closer to the blue one parked curbside, the blue bmw shorty left by a hotel couple. the guy gets on his haunches and writes down the plate, gets up and returns to the white car, drives away. the lady in black appears for the third time, carrying a larger container – poetic license assures me it is a cooler, and that she is heading to a party.

i point toward our house and say

ich gang jetzt ue, ade!

bouncing out at a clip, and thats the closest.

triple star // tony sly

triple star // tony sly

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ken

get