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Here's how it happened. I was on my way to SXSW, chillaxing in the built-in jacuzzi on our huge and glorious silver-and-royal-blue double-decker world-tour bus (which converts to a boat if you chant a certain utterance) when, out of the window, I spotted a wee, grubby kitten sitting forlorn in the middle of a field. In case you don't know already, I have excellent vision, well, bionic actually; anyway, my tender bleeding heart could not withstand the sight of this frail, defenseless beast. I demanded that the (shirtless, sweating and totally ripped) driver pull over at once, I sprang from the hot tub and from the bus and began sprinting nude across the field to rescue the kitten which of course, became frightened and ran off. I pursued, determined to capture and adopt/imprison it at all costs. On an on I forged, across the field, through a river, over another field and into a forest, following the echoes of pathetic mewling, going deeper into the forest, and deeper, until I found myself in a strange land, where the people were all ageless and luminously, weirdly beautiful, and spoke in a strange, meowing dialect, sounding like kittens, beautiful fur-less human kittens, they surrounded me and fed me butterfly sushi and gave me dayglo-orange wine which made me feel funny, and they led me to a flowering meadow and they all took off their strange way-out-of-style garments saying "meow meow meow" all the while, and we had a terrific supernatural orgy of a such a divine primal caliber of bliss that it defies description...
Of course I woke up alone with a ferocious headache in the middle of a garbage-strewn empty lot in the Bible belt somewhere, with no sign of the tour bus, and I had to walk to the nearest gas station and call my Aunt Beth for some money to get home, which is why I didn't make the gig at SXSW,
But!..
....Fortunately my wonderful friend Aron Blue invited me over to her place last week to make this video, in lieu of travelling to golly-knows-where, U.S.A., and it was fun because there was beer and cheese and no Hotel bill or gas bill and may I say, the Carbon Footprint of this project was minimal. The dude in the video is Dave, he is my sound-guy/barback and friend from Goodbye Blue Monday where I work when I'm not touring the world. He was chosen for this video because a) He's a cool dude and chill as f**x and b) he happened to be there and happened to be wearing the best T shirt ever that day, which is the Fart Ninjas T shirt which you see here.
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Here's how it happened. I was on my way to SXSW, chillaxing in the built-in jacuzzi on our huge and glorious silver-and-royal-blue double-decker world-tour bus (which converts to a boat if you chant a certain utterance) when, out of the window, I spotted a wee, grubby kitten sitting forlorn in the middle of a field. In case you don't know already, I have excellent vision, well, bionic actually; anyway, my tender bleeding heart could not withstand the sight of this frail, defenseless beast. I demanded that the (shirtless, sweating and totally ripped) driver pull over at once, I sprang from the hot tub and from the bus and began sprinting nude across the field to rescue the kitten which of course, became frightened and ran off. I pursued, determined to capture and adopt/imprison it at all costs. On an on I forged, across the field, through a river, over another field and into a forest, following the echoes of pathetic mewling, going deeper into the forest, and deeper, until I found myself in a strange land, where the people were all ageless and luminously, weirdly beautiful, and spoke in a strange, meowing dialect, sounding like kittens, beautiful fur-less human kittens, they surrounded me and fed me butterfly sushi and gave me dayglo-orange wine which made me feel funny, and they led me to a flowering meadow and they all took off their strange way-out-of-style garments saying "meow meow meow" all the while, and we had a terrific supernatural orgy of a such a divine primal caliber of bliss that it defies description...
Of course I woke up alone with a ferocious headache in the middle of a garbage-strewn empty lot in the Bible belt somewhere, with no sign of the tour bus, and I had to walk to the nearest gas station and call my Aunt Beth for some money to get home, which is why I didn't make the gig at SXSW,
But!..
....Fortunately my wonderful friend Aron Blue invited me over to her place last week to make this video, in lieu of travelling to golly-knows-where, U.S.A., and it was fun because there was beer and cheese and no Hotel bill or gas bill and may I say, the Carbon Footprint of this project was minimal. The dude in the video is Dave, he is my sound-guy/barback and friend from Goodbye Blue Monday where I work when I'm not touring the world. He was chosen for this video because a) He's a cool dude and chill as f**x and b) he happened to be there and happened to be wearing the best T shirt ever that day, which is the Fart Ninjas T shirt which you see here.
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