Brother Ned gave me an old tape Fostex just like the one we used to use to record on all those years ago. The main reason for the gift was to allow me to read the old tapes (of which there are quite some number) and mix them down to the computer. Problem is, I am very lazy. I did a few tunes but soon ended up recording new stuff on it instead. After some brief time of using it, it broke! And just like the old one did, unfortunately, so now I have two broken Fostex devices which I can’t use to mix down the old stuff, and a bunch of new crap that I don’t want. Oh well - here’s one I found that didn’t make me turn it off right away.
Sean is a friend with Mollusky tendencies. He recently stumbled on a website called Riffworld which makes it easy for folks to collaborate on tunes over the internet. He posted a bunch of stuff which may be of interest to the average Mollusk fan.
It has come to our attention that there is growing interest in an internet parody religion centered around the Flying Spaghetti Monster (FSM). The Flying Mollusks have secured council and will be pursuing legal action against supporters of the FSM for what they (we believe rightfully) see as an infringement of the Flying Mollusks copyright on impossible, irrational, or oxymoronic slogans.
“Some species of fresh-water shells have a very wide range, and allied species, which, on my theory, are descended from a common parent and must have proceeded from a single source, prevail throughout the world. Their distribution at first perplexed me much, as their ova are not likely to be transported by birds, and they are immediately killed by sea water, as are the adults. I could not even understand how some naturalised species have rapidly spread throughout the same country. But two facts, which I have observed—and no doubt many others remain to be observed—throw some light on this subject. When a duck suddenly emerges from a pond covered with duck-weed, I have twice seen these little plants adhering to its back; and it has happened to me, in removing a little duck-weed from one aquarium to another, that I have quite unintentionally stocked the one with fresh-water shells from the other. But another agency is perhaps more effectual: I suspended a duck’s feet, which might represent those of a bird sleeping in a natural pond, in an aquarium, where many ova of fresh-water shells were hatching; and I found that numbers of the extremely minute and just hatched shells crawled on the feet, and clung to them so firmly that when taken out of the water they could not be jarred off, though at a somewhat more advanced age they would voluntarily drop off. These just hatched molluscs, though aquatic in their nature, survived on the duck’s feet, in damp air, from twelve to twenty hours; and in this length of time a duck or heron might fly at least six or seven hundred miles, and would be sure to alight on a pool or rivulet, if blown across sea to an oceanic island or to any other distant point.”
Charles Darwin. 1859. On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection.
This Ralph and the Dry Heaves classic from 1990 was immortalized in what can only be described as a rather strange video montage. Time Flies and you can’t get it back.
The Mollusks have become so popular that it is occasionally necessary for us to play under other names in order to book smaller venues in order to avoid the crush of adoring fans. OK, that’s bullshit, but here are several clips released on our self titled Ralph and the Dry Heaves album in 1990.
