The Cult of Cybele and Attis : The ancient Greek EDONOI : One small step for a Man, One giant Leap for Sting who can sing : Desitute Justtitude.

 

 

Having been ... 

 

 

Having been  introduced to a certain musical method mostly postly to the Mannerist, and previous to the Roccoco, Rococo not to be confused with "Rock and Roll," (with) whose sons, ironiously were heavily involved with which, as practiced by a rather anachronistically late practitioner, by an almost Suevi suavity, a Schwäbisch level yet ultimately in the event merely Thuringian genius, and not for physics, by an industrious enterprise collectively known as "The Swingle Singers," an ubiquitous entity at the time I'd not yet in all innocence even suspected being, having been ...

 

Existing, it was a revelation. Not long (5 years) after I mustered the financial muscle and saved from a paltry "allowance" enough to purchase a "record" as they were called by ... everyone save snobs, purveyed by sellers of "records and tapes." It was an are we able to say it, "electrifying" amusement and arrangement of material available to one and all (no intellectual property trolls afoot then).

 

The swing of the Swingles of the Earth not with standing, the practitioner revealed on the cover art, with electronic apparatus was flabby, effeminate, chubby, soft, a Founding Father gone bad to to speak, in person, and presentation, who reminded me for all the world of the Quaker Oats "Man," as one had been respectfully urged to treat him in considerate company, but in inner privacy ... 

 

 

 

Long hair was not becoming on an old man, hardly a virile hippy, au courant in ritual rock stardom, ensconced, in contrast in the post Mannerist pre-Roccocoid, "he" was just another Ben Franklin, only even odder, and glassier harmonically. 

 

But in such harmonicity! 

 

And in such artful rendition of Invention, if only "two-part" and buzzing with orange amplitude, and saw-toothedness of waves, an Orange Ocean in a small Clavierstuck of celerity and cleverness ...

 

It was my very first purchase of such adultly serious merchandise. 

 

Now, call it a space age sensation. Electrifying literally, and electrified quite as well ... 

 

EDONOI ...

 

Equal Divisions of Non ... Okay ... O's not for "eight" here but a binary, waves cancelling one another in nihilistic nothingness of an odd "quality" or qualiousness of Ouroboric (accent the second syllable please!)  warp-around, well ... not that.

 

The wrap-around might involve not that, 

 

But perchance, perhappenstance haps, a so-called "sesquialter" in venerable perfection and justity. Justitude.

 

EDOS

 

Not plural please. 

 

Icosohedral elementary al-Chemy invoking association of ... in any case. One small step for ... a Man. 

 

The upshot?  If anything, and add to the scales, ponder the weight of, Queen Mary's funeral music all done up in the hieght of fashion for John Bonham, and quite white knightly droogs, Orange Ouroborosity on steroids. 

 

Or hormones. 

 

I was predisposed to positivity in other "slovos."

 

Giant Steps are ... 

 

What you take, no, please, not only the Police, but also John Coltrane. Who was forever in my mind eternally in 1964.

... 

 

the Guitar Player article in February of 1978. ... let's ... well, ''O Freunde, nicht diese Töne?'  

 

''O Freunde, genau diese Töne !!! 

 

 

 

 

Aber geh ...  

 

1979 was the year of the Iranian business, of Okay, Karen Carpenter was on People in 1983. But hindsightedly it was also 1979 just as 1971, or 1972, was hindsightedly ... which or whatever it was/is.

 

 1983 was the Year of the Tudeh.