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Category: Garaj Mahal

  • DJ FLY AGARIC 23 IN EUREAKA CALIFORNIA 2003 (LIVE)

    Thanks to ARCHIVE.ORG
    Special thanks to Larray Narachi and Bob Cogswell for making the dedicated efforts to make such fine live recordings.
    -FLY.

    http://www.archive.org/flow/flowplayer.commercial-3.0.5.swf

    Steven James Pratt

  • July 28th 2004 i performed my first recorded “poem in public”, whilst spinning rekkids with Garaj Mahal off the back of a boat, sailing around the Statue of Liberty NYC. The poem is inspired by some Garaj Mahal track title’s.

    Which side of the boat are you onwitch side-“witch side”my side -“your side” witch side of the boat are you onwitch side-wot sidethis side-that sideThis tide is turnin as “liquid Hindi” Vision’s of LSD Are dripping onto the tongue of liberty, Like a psychotropic meatless patty. Breathe, Never give up duck, Cuz tomorrow never knows her mondo shadow, Like thursday: “a d-tuned Eagle”, I break out the cosmic elevator kisses. From madagascar to Bajo A happy hippi poodle drives a very strange truck Wild Samauri duck blues inside a Milk carton, Chime like silver bells.Line games fall from the Ivory tower like aTen ton chicken. The big smack down. Stoked on Rasaki, i receive furthur gumbo vision’s: “Be dope on Thursday “Because, “it’s wednesday” and, Tomorrow never knows. I break out pen’s of mass construction And fly like a poodle, soaring over the ivory tower singingBlueberry funk. Poodle poodle palladin Poodle poodle palladin Poodle palladin Poodle palladin, Poodle paladinPoodle palladinPoodle poodle palladinPoodle poodle palladin.Dog’s barkin while im parkin human dignity In the garaj, They call me flydermanCuz i live in a blueberry mirage. A massive rubber slut has no spectFor my poodle, Have mercy, mercy, mercy. Sing a song, Don’t doodle.
    AUDIO RECORDING OF POEM AND MUSICAL OFFERINGS.
    Steven James Pratt

  • DJ Fly Agaric w/ Garaj Mahal NYC 2004

    I was invited to join Garaj on this trip.
    And got to drop a poem live–dedicated to the great GARAJ MAHAL.

    Listen to the entire show here:

    Steven James Pratt

  • Woot the fook? the Jinnies and the museyroom.

    If your reading of James Joyces “Finnegans Wake” were to begin at zero years (the new Christian Gregorian Roman type millennium zero. 0. Or 2000 A.D.
    Then, maybe, while carefully reading each day, and dreaming it each night,
    you might, with a bit of luck, got all the way in to page 8 by now?
    In 2008?

    Page 8 from Finnegans Wake is one of my own favo-rites
    Of passages.
    I will first post the full page of Joyce’s work,
    Then go in with my goggles and flippers to flop around in the sea-weeds
    See what treasure i can PULL-UP!

    yours…

    fly agaric 23

    “enjoyable of our mounding’s mass, now Wallinstone national
    museum, with, in some greenish distance, the charmful
    waterloose country and the two quitewhite villagettes who hear show
    of themselves so gigglesomes minxt the follyages, the prettilees!
    Penetrators are permitted into the museomound free. Welsh and
    the Paddy Patkinses, one shelenk! Redismembers invalids of old
    guard find poussepousse pousseypram to sate the sort of their butt.
    For her passkey supply to the janitrix, the mistress Kathe. Tip.
    This the way to the museyroom. Mind your hats goan in!
    Now yiz are in the Willingdone Museyroom. This is a
    Prooshious gunn. This is a ffrinch. Tip. This is the flag of the
    Prooshious, the Cap and Soracer. This is the bullet that byng the flag of
    the Prooshious. This is the ffrinch that fire on the Bull that bang
    the flag of the Prooshious. Saloos the Crossgunn! Up with your
    pike and fork! Tip. (Bullsfoot! Fine!) This is the triplewon hat of
    Lipoleum. Tip. Lipoleumhat. This is the Willingdone on his
    same white harse, the Cokenhape. This is the big Sraughter
    Willingdone, grand and magentic in his goldtin spurs and his ironed
    dux and his quarterbrass woodyshoes and his magnate’s gharters
    and his bangkok’s best and goliar’s goloshes and his
    pulluponeasyan wartrews. This is his big wide harse. Tip. This is the three
    lipoleum boyne grouching down in the living detch. This is an
    inimyskilling inglis, this is a scotcher grey, this is a davy,
    stooping. This is the bog lipoleum mordering the lipoleum beg. A
    Gallawghurs argaumunt. This is the petty lipoleum boy that
    was nayther bag nor bug. Assaye, assaye! Touchole Fitz
    Tuomush. Dirty MacDyke. And Hairy O’Hurry. All of them
    arminus-varminus. This is Delian alps. This is Mont Tivel,
    this is Mont Tipsey, this is the Grand Mons Injun. This is the
    crimealine of the alps hooping to sheltershock the three lipoleums.
    This is the jinnies with their legahorns feinting to read in their
    handmade’s book of stralegy while making their war undisides
    the Willingdone. The jinnies is a cooin her hand and the jinnies is
    a ravin her hair and the Willingdone git the band up. This is big
    Willingdone mormorial tallowscoop Wounderworker obscides
    on the flanks of the jinnies. Sexcaliber hrosspower. Tip. This “

    James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, Book 1, Page 08.

    Reproduced and seduced by fly agaric 23
    2008.

    [p.s only 30 minutes ago did i decide to make this post, i was doing research into the word

    woot’ the title of the new Garaj Mahal album.

    woot the fook, i thought to myself, when i discovered this (Joycean) list, of synonyms…at wiki

    hoorah!, hurrah!
    hoorah!, hurray!
    huzzah!
    whoohoo!
    whoopee!
    yay!
    yeah!
    yes!
    yippee!
    alright!
    OMG!

    woot: “Of uncertain origin, it seems to have been derived from the obsolete ‘whoot’ which essentially is another way to say ‘hoot’ which itself is a shout or derisive laugh. Other sources suggest that it might be a corruption of root, shouted by hackers when they obtain root-level access in a targeted system. – http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/w00t”%5Dwoot at wiki

    “feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes. “–James Joyce, Ulysses.

    Steven James Pratt

  • WP is for WORLD PISS: 30 Seals. Paragraph Index.

    1. Fli-Tunes
    2. Puns n’ dope
    3. A symphony of Galactic randyrants
    4. My poem translates from Delphine
    5. Burnt tales hot in my GUCT
    6. Fable spun and fumbled on a Churnteabell
    7. Why swim against the Rivers flow
    8. Relax, easy glide past micro dot bubbles
    9. River banks lead to an ocean of interest?
    10. Now i’m hooked on DMT
    11. Lots of dope in my sound system
    12. Swimming for immortality
    13. If Santa decided to cash in all his electronic gifts
    14. Re-nuwell and redevelopment of Rivers
    15. Experiments from the beating beefheart of the blackcountry
    16. I have filled my pen with a Silver bullet
    17. Gun-metal tone-armies fire a diamond tipped Stylus
    18. 2012: 100th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic
    19. Fli CAL. Book. Sight. TUNES. Photo. Disc. POD
    20. Open the discussion. Stop the chatter. Star speaking
    21. The Grit hall of records
    22. Tables of Curryspundsundays
    23. The willows darken on the River embankment
    24. Toad Fool. Kicker-Stool
    25. Breakfast spun on a Golden moldy threaded platter
    26. Killingry helps Humanity go hungry
    27. Environmental pollyticks
    28. How to represent the invisible hands
    29. Swimming my troubles away
    30. Tone’s of bluetooth
    31. The Lunatic in the street
    32. The Rivers are our Thothers
    33. Sunstar groove rider.
    34. Meanwhile thrift store Pharmacia
    35. Drink my Sun
    36. River banks steer the currents
    37. Pantherina cokeri Cubensis
    38. Todays the day the earth went bloomington
    39. Tokeen Bloem
    40. Golden chariots blaze
    41. MONOPOLY Everyware
    42. Peace comes of communicaxion
    43. Termteabell RE:volution
    44. Juxtaposition without copula?
    45. The Toad voodoo juice
    46. The Rivers, and industry meet
    47. Swimming concerned with the environment
    48. Did we travel to earth as chemical code language within a star-spore?
    49. A PSI Fly history
    50. Fly
    51. Canal renewall project
    52. I remember the Rivers of california
    53. Fly lekker and
    54. This is the secret. Shhh
    55. A Tree. A Branch
    56. The TOE of Ez
    57. Slippery Toad shit n’ mist
    58. We are all hyperboreans!
    59. With a hint of crimsun
    60. Help the River flower Ackrillocrakakrash
    61. Swimming the sour
    62. Stour, little Stour
    63. Teach your children well
    64. Swimming in the Black Country
    65. Mark my spitz
    66. Tribetables are autofac’ing themselves into elf chemists
    67. Knu Stylus brushnozzle spurting clouds of mymist!
    68. Study and read the wake each day
    69. Slymming in my pulpit
    70. Puzzle-maze
    71. The operation of bicycles
    72. All words easy come easy blow
    73. Ode to Toad, ode to floy
    74. Sunrose over the River
    75. Fisherman hook a spider
    76. Swimming upstream
    77. Ar bin Golden at the 2012 oilixpix
    78. 1894
    79. Leonardo Da Banshee
    80. How can i explain these audio experiences from memory?
    81. Cooking and smoking hot at Sunset tinflash
    82. A Monsoon and tidal joy feast
    83. Crystal ballshit gazing
    84. Talking about it in short bursts
    85. Liberty Caps and freedom hats
    86. LiveeviL. get up with it!
    87. Tao is in the dung
    88. Blue thunder thumbs half notes
    89. As the stars fizzle out the wind brings the Sun
    90. I dream of Swimming free as salmon in local Rivers
    91. Tap dancing crickets
    92. Knitted rainbow garments
    93. Swimming knows no grammar
    94. Silver scales and gills
    95. Happy holidays
    96. A reci.pie for a deceptive Foreign language police-see
    97. Gordon Brown texture like a straw-man
    98. Baby Zeus
    99. Week Nuclear powered Christmess in the Weast
    100. LyfCap Museyroom
    101. Imagine if apple computers were called Mushroom computers
    102. Salmon and Gold rings inside post box
    103. Bezerka. Ode to HER
    104. Flywave
    105. Birth your craftyraft
    106. Termteabell technique
    107. Pillowspeckled constellation
    108. New years eve 1999
    109. Fli-wave Steers waterwavewishing
    110. Early morning animation of a nation
    111. Mummble bummble hummble Gold
    112. Round and round like a caged mouse
    113. The supreme being of infinite stupidity and ignorance
    114. Sheeple and shepherd, fences and social hedgerows
    115. Reach escape velocity
    116. Each wrinkle of her tongue
    117. Rivers open up where my veins once were
    118. Logik reason and aseed loops dispersed in all directions
    119. Golden soma juice and the absence of Gold
    120. Jesuspect was replaced by a stunt double
    121. Drosphilia Toad’dead
    122. But Why?
    123. Peach flavored Mammamud-Microphilm signals
    124. Phase delay echo-compression
    125. Thrones. Kings. Herows and ViVillains
    126. Recirculating River
    127. Create a interpenetrated image
    128. Yarvard Oxridge directions
    129. Grow on, up and spreadsheet
    130. Slanguage seems to be like an energy virus in my GUCT
    131. Using just severn tea bags
    132. Mold in translation
    133. The new vine punch
    134. Nu wyne flowing
    135. Ice Birch
    136. So let the Goldenbullshit Fly
    137. Dead lungwaj 32 Phase Meal
    138. Locull Telepathic Internet kafs
    139. Dutch. Black Country. Irish?
    140. Freer than wind, Ting
    141. Taka Ting, something about “trees”
    142. Power of Moons in runes
    143. Termteabells became the clarity
    144. Call me
    145. Some things
    146. Detonated upon cyclic Termteabell platters
    147. Re:volution and direct transmission
    148. I’ve been Captured and kissed
    149. Silver Moon Spinning
    150. The new flesh
    151. A historical Ill com
    152. Mapping fine network of fibers
    153. Softwar and padded weapons
    154. CorpseManure.
    155. I-style point of view. Knu
    156. Training mycelia to grow on different media
    157. Looking deeper
    158. Words slaving audio
    159. Swimming inside a virtual seal/Calendar
    160. My ‘pion is like a green River
    161. Where [is] Today gone?
    162. The day after 21st december
    163. Lief lights reflected into Genetic-king kode
    164. Fly-by day’s Fly-by
    165. Vote for yourself, your friends, family and interests
    166. Sucking Apple mind sap
    167. Praise to the Sun
    168. Crystal ball room
    169. My poem Captured by police
    170. Gail the travel assistant
    171. Eye brew kryptoday tonight and tomorrow
    172. Coming fourth by day
    173. My poems red all over itself
    174. Taffy went putty-colour
    175. Deep blue tide
    176. Turn em all over meme
    177. Are we standing it?
    178. Pink Dolphin whistles
    179. Lift up the bulls tail and look the facts in the face.
    180. Our silence
    181. DO NOT DISTURB HER.
    182. Perfect into your blueberry cave
    183. Amrita Arousing thunder growth
    184. Dyslexiconspiritor
    185. Moist to touch like a Bufo Toad
    186. What we sear never resides in what we say
    187. My tale. with no properties omitted or isolated
    188. Splicing and dicing insects with human genomes
    189. Look beneath Birch trees on the hills190. World Pissing
    191. Mycelium audio network
    192. A web on a log fell’d from a Birch tree.
    193. History of corpses and ghosts dancing,
    194. To End wars start a new,
    195. Be the one to experiment
    196. Swimmink up nine loqc’ and chainmakers arms backstroke
    197. What must it be like to be a pebble.
    198. The Apocalypse has been postponed
    209. Screaming aloud
    200. Full of love.
    201. Swimming and “STOP”
    202. The Sunrose
    203. Forrest television channel 7
    204. The Grasshopper Flies when it wants to Fly.

    30 Seals

    Spore Of The Words

    by Steven Pratt

    Link: http://a.co/g5uev86

     

    Steven James Pratt

  • BC is for Blueberry Cave: by Garaj Mahal

    I was fortunate enough to be on two cuts from this album, as DJ Fly Agaric 23.
    So, i’ll be finding my way into some record shop or other near you soon, with abit of luck.

    Blueberry Cave is a winner in the 2007 Independent Music Awards, whose esteemed panel of judges include Peter Gabriel, Ozzy Osbourne, McCoy Tyner, Paul Oakenfold, Suzanne Vega, Cyndi Lauper, Marc Ribot, Buddy Guy, David Grisman, Bebel Gilberto, Bill Frisell, Rob Wasserman and FatBoy Slim. The album was selected as the Winner of the Album – Jam category from the largest number of entries the program has received to date, according to award organizers Music Resource Group. – Garaj Mahal.net

    Acrillic Figa

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  • HS is for High Sierra festival 2005 (Poem)

    Acrillic Figa is back

    My experiences at the 15th High Sierra festival last year have become Difficult to translate into writing.
    Somewhat troublesome
    Especially moments of speechlessness – how can i
    Explain these audio experiences?
    Please enjoy yr Mixed drinks –

    400 miles long my body stretches
    My waist ranges between 40 and 70 miles wide
    I swing to the west
    Near to my eastern thighs are
    Several peaks

    Multiple peaks rise more than 14’000 feet
    The highest of the high sierra peaks is called
    Miss Whitney at 14’495 feet
    Miss Sierra nevada covers about 30’000 square miles
    I love her

    The last time i tasted and toasted with miss
    Sierra nevada she tasted
    Of honeysap
    Not like mountain dew, or 7 up,
    This mother tasted like severn peaks
    Dipped in lemon guinness honey lavender
    Hickorysoma stuff
    And the clouds –

    Reconfigured and attenuated by music by
    Machine man mountain smiling interfaces
    Semi-detached Souls play their own groove
    Melody is groovy
    Stringy glue that binds a good festival together
    Instrument, communications, Jamin
    Plateau of brewskis in the sky
    Blended

    Grandma sat knitting a mountain green orange purple shawl
    The earth: a tied dyed rocky jazz jumper.
    Folk, bonded with RV hookups,
    Tent pegs of friendship, tissues and snackaroonies
    Silver kegs of ampegs
    Fireworks, cameras, charcoal grills, fun lovers
    Smouldering naked vegetables
    Pale ale vision
    Cooking and smoking hot
    Ready for eating

    Bound over with electric
    Acoustic soul-rebel miles reversed fingered into G’s
    Feet Davis tripping
    Over

    Buttered Tickets and slugs in the night
    Flip flop beauties wave,
    Lost my one flipflo
    Thats why i’m hoppin
    Got the Tahoe blues
    Super Syncopated swing
    Smoking Hot pyjamas!
    Garaj delta greetins

    Surprise bluesman
    And clouds
    Gabby Frisel
    Mixed drinks
    Mixed music by the wind!

    I Dreamt only last night of
    Drumcircles amplified by forest television
    I seen it man,
    Branching out through dreams in woods
    Circlular dreaming of percussive drum carts
    Drum and golf rovers, drum and pace racing
    Taka tin taka cycle
    My smoky dreams all Hazy and glazed
    By lovers water spray
    AH….

    Keeps lovers cool while in the musical meadow
    Dewy misty mountain top, low cut
    Tao drops te ching te ching taka ting taka ching
    My tongues on my chin
    Whoa!

    Hot hips, whoa!
    Her of the funk spirits, awake the groove conscience
    Absolute dissapears behind a shrub
    Ranges meltone
    And i dreamt off again:

    >br>High up, bound with mountain manring
    String bands strong bonds,
    Seduced by dead kenny G’s theory in A#
    Syncopated, electric sex
    Banana slug mastersounds
    Hot buttered flowmotion
    Alo Alo
    What is this sound?

    Tiny mountain blue claypools swirling
    Ten mile high tidal groove
    Flasks full, a pocket of trees
    And the clouds
    Free peoples
    Bliss them conspirators

    Natural bridges dechorded, meltone into perpetual grooves
    Blue ocean Jazz machine versus
    Mountain sky bluesman
    And the clouds

    10,000 feet, moving
    Vibrating over 30,000 square miles
    Sneakin out for your musemeant and for the nocturnals –
    Kimock Williams and friends
    Al Howard lymbyc system
    Surprise me Mr Davis and
    Bill Frisell and
    Dj williams projekt
    And the food, yes!

    I’ve sketched a kinky railroad earth poem
    Ode to the clouds.
    Ride with medicine snake tracks up the swimming claypool
    A Monsoon and tidal joy feast
    Old freight train chuggin, upright bass
    And the clouds and violins mix
    Parked myself in a jeweled waterspout Garaj
    And the clouds

    Folklore medicine prophet show,
    Samantha Stollenwerck and many
    Groovy bands play
    I’m meltone.
    let me set the scene:
    Wonderland
    I wonder into the Sierra nevada
    Mountains in Spain
    In mind.

    Sitting peacefully with Blue turtle lotus
    Yoga showboyz and girls
    Oh, the girls!
    Keep Tahoe blue! and other pools and lakes too
    Everyday is like an old school earthday
    Mixed strings

    Everyones acoustic soul-rebel orchestra playing
    Without a pause
    Benevento/Russo delta Duo
    Cloud Orchestra play for free
    Tickets are $145.00 each!
    Alekorophobia nation surrounded by more ninjas.
    Dirty notes and Jackmormons with spearheads
    And the clouds.
    Reggie Watts, Gabby La la, Mike Gordon and Jamie Janover
    Tide of Lotus delta.
    Seeing Jon Cleary
    And the Cloudy mixed
    Notes

    Band looped after band of snappy nappy smoothies
    Wrapped up in String theory
    I’m still, sitting still
    Sitting with ice cream
    This is paradise
    Perpetual dreaming
    Up and up again
    To the Goddess of funk
    Skerik Syncopated Septet
    Dancing shivas
    Prisoners of conscience,
    Meltone. Sitting. Watching fear dissapear over high yonder.
    Pfft into the clouds

    Sketches of Jessica Lurie
    K23 Jazz odyssey
    A natural bridge appeared between times.
    Super Festival string theory i call it.
    Hightimes. Spacetime. And the clouds
    feat. Eric Mcfadden and Wally Ingram
    Soul music haze
    Blending and bending musicians
    Players all in shape

    Two gallants; Papa Mali and Mother hips
    Mother Mountain greetings, and to the river
    And to the clouds
    High up and far off in marshal mellows
    Absolute monster Sierra mountains
    Huge!

    Festival spirits in abundance
    Sleeping bag critters like stoned Slugs in wonderland
    Prophets and Gentlemen
    A congress for peace inside the music hall,
    Government mule rides for the good folk
    I felt Bill Frisel’d
    Funkt ‘n out
    Never felt stuck in the jamhouse tho
    Happy drinks are happy drinks, right?
    And the Mahal gas stunk of
    Hot buttered flowmotion

    Loverly
    Sparkle and prettyness
    And the clouds bring many cools spells
    Grandma mountain is casting air spirals
    Up dresses
    In the barn i saw strange animals
    And the Mountain remains unnamed
    Unknown, silent –

    What must it be like to be a pebble

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    Steven James Pratt