Electronic Fog

Richard O'Brien, Brian Schlosser, and Richard F. Yates discuss the humorous implications of topics ranging from S.T.D.s and stealing bikes to disco!

Spraypaint Blowtorch is me, Richard F. Yates, using a virtual synth program to make noises. I don't know how to use a synthesizer, for one thing, so this is more of a "wow, this thing makes cool noises," instead of a "check out my awesome new song," sort of thing. I like noises, and computer generated blurpy squeely things are just about my favorite (next to laser sounds and robot voices.) Se if you can make it through all five of these sound poems in their entirety! ---Richard F. Yates

Spraypaint Blowtorch is me, Richard F. Yates, using a virtual synth program to make noises. I don't know how to use a synthesizer, for one thing, so this is more of a "wow, this thing makes cool noises," instead of a "check out my awesome new song," sort of thing. I like noises, and computer generated blurpy squeely things are just about my favorite (next to laser sounds and robot voices.) Se if you can make it through all five of these sound poems in their entirety! ---Richard F. Yates

Spraypaint Blowtorch is me, Richard F. Yates, using a virtual synth program to make noises. I don't know how to use a synthesizer, for one thing, so this is more of a "wow, this thing makes cool noises," instead of a "check out my awesome new song," sort of thing. I like noises, and computer generated blurpy squeely things are just about my favorite (next to laser sounds and robot voices.) Se if you can make it through all five of these sound poems in their entirety! ---Richard F. Yates

Spraypaint Blowtorch is me, Richard F. Yates, using a virtual synth program to make noises. I don't know how to use a synthesizer, for one thing, so this is more of a "wow, this thing makes cool noises," instead of a "check out my awesome new song," sort of thing. I like noises, and computer generated blurpy squeely things are just about my favorite (next to laser sounds and robot voices.) Se if you can make it through all five of these sound poems in their entirety! ---Richard F. Yates

Spraypaint Blowtorch is me, Richard F. Yates, using a virtual synth program to make noises. I don't know how to use a synthesizer, for one thing, so this is more of a "wow, this thing makes cool noises," instead of a "check out my awesome new song," sort of thing. I like noises, and computer generated blurpy squeely things are just about my favorite (next to laser sounds and robot voices.) Se if you can make it through all five of these sound poems in their entirety! ---Richard F. Yates

Two members of the BUNNYHEADSQUAD, MC Spoiler and Schiff, experiment with a new language based less on semantic meaning than on expressive sounds. Get ready!

This monologue is from a radio play about a guy who is too thick around the middle and goes for a walk around a lake to take in some exercise, but he runs out of steam and decides to sit for a while on a bench and rest. In this moment, our character muses on the nature of memory, the memory of nature, electronic communications technologies, psychosis, and ink distribution. It's a riveting piece, but heartbreaking at the same time. True drama!

This is an improvised poem with percussion. The clanky beat was created by striking an empty pop can with a plastic washable marker. Performing in this poem are Supreme Bunny Warlord and MC Spoiler. It's catchy! The photo-artwork for this episode is of The 24 Hour Church of Elvis in Portland, Oregon, USA!

This piece was performed by the BUNNYHEADSQUAD on Wednesday, June 22, 2011, before a capacity crowd (three cats were watching) at the BUNNYHEADBUNKER. It is a work for found sounds and vocals. The performers were: Supreme Bunny Warlord - floorboards, couch cover, pop can, corn chip, and vocals. MC Spoiler - candy, candy box, vocals. Momo - magazine pages, sighs.

In this piece, introduced by BUNNYHEADSQUAD member, MC Spoiler, the Supreme Bunny Warlord performs a haunting composition on an oversized novelty comb.

Contradictions abound in this momentary reflection on the discovery of a dangerous item in an unexpected place! And, to complete this piece, I wrote this little note on a receipt I found on the floor of my car while speeding towards home: "When I got back to my car after work, the machete was gone. Had it ever really been there at all?"

This is a little ditty that I constantly sing as I wage my perpetual war against the five cats that are plotting against me in and around my house. The tune is an interpolation of the song "Clowns are Experts" by The Vandals. I felt, as this song is a daily part of our lives here at the BUNNYHEADBUNKER, that it was essential to record this piece for future generations to enjoy. ---Richard F. Yates (aka: Supreme Bunny Warlord)

This is both a performance art piece and an educational moment. The Sack-a-holics kick the old sack around, counting each contact with the sack as it occurs. Once the movement of the sack stops they then comment on how they feel, each individually, about their accomplishment. The entire episode is then replayed in "Creep-O-Sound," slower but weirder, to help all our younger listeners to learn the numbers one through six! See? We're helping! The members of The Sack-a-holics (a sacking subsidiary of the BUNNYHEADSQUAD) present during this recording are: Brother Dave, Arson Carson, Thrash Bandicoot, MC Spoiler, and Supreme Bunny Warlord (aka: Richard F. Yates).

A public service announcement in which the Supreme Bunny Warlord (aka: Richard F. Yates) gives listeners some practical advice to assist with the attainment of happiness and serenity.

Reading with a cold is fun. It makes your voice sound all rough and tough (even when it normally ain't!) and I think it gives this reading a bit of a kick. This poem, "Tooth and Nail," was first published by the fine folks at madswirl.com. After you're done listening to this piece, head on over to their site and give them a look. KOOKY FUN!!! "Tooth and Nail" Nabbed by the creeps, she fought Tooth and Nail Both those guys She bited She scratched She kicked And she screamed but in a decidely threatening and angry way not like a sissy at all And Tooth and Nail got hurt They bled They wimpered They tried to get away cuz they wuz scared to death of that crazy chick who looked like easy pickins from behind Boy oh boy wuz they sorry that day And the blood stains ruined their favorite shirts! ---Richard F. Yates -(aka: Supreme Bunny Warlord!)

More BUNNYHEADSQUAD conversation, this time digitally "enhanced" to make it slightly less boring!!! (Not a significant source of vitamin C or calcium.)

Two minutes of room noises: the barely audible hum from Reed mowing his lawn across the street, me skooching a cat off my backpack, writing sounds [these words: "At home now. It is quiet. ('It' is the house---although I am not sitting in silence.) (I am recording nothing!)"], and a cat squeeking. GREAT STUFF! Actually, the sounds of writing are almost interesting to hear. Lots of movement and skooching noises. Not sure how well the mowing sounds come through, though. You be the judge!

This is a heavily modified version of the above piece. This mix is noisier and very unpleasant!

This piece is a conversation held between three members of the art collective known as The BUNNYHEADSQUAD: Richard F. Yates (aka Supreme Bunny Warlord), Mariah Yates (aka Momo), and Elise Yates (aka Pants, Elvis, or, most recently, MC Spoiler). The conversation is mundane and carefree. The sound quality is questionable. The length is considerable. Please enjoy with caution.