Visible Origami — Jan 26, 2014
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
Bad drummers are the bottom feeders of the music business and… they’re organized. They’re organized world wide and they’ve got a malevolent agenda. They want music, all music, to conform to their way of doing things and if you don’t ‘play along’, you’re not going to be able to make music. I make music and in the process of it I pretend to play the guitar and the piano. I see nothing wrong with this, given that there are also plenty of other musicians who actually do play the guitar and piano but who pretend to compose music and pretend to include meaning and intent into their compositions, which I eschew because there is no need to pretend.
For a long time, the bad drummers kept their fascistic intentions below the radar. They were a powerful political force, with a lot of funds to carry out their plans for the domination of world music. They got this money by convincing the international music council of their superior capacity to maintain and print the currency, due to their claim of being in possession of the original beat and here is where the whole tale gets murky so… maybe I should start at the beginning and even before I begin to reference the panel of experts, consisting of Gilad Atzmon and Dieudonne M’Bala M’Bala. The latter’s complete name is actually Mon Dieu Dieu Dieudonne M’Bala M’Bala M’Bala Trop Ennui but that doesn’t fit into the Pentatonic Scale and so he had it chromatically shortened, in order to conform to something other than the musical standards, set into place by this gang of well organized bad drummers, who claim to possess the original beat. It’s a lot like the 440 controversy but… I digress.
Anyway, some thousands of years ago there was a group, a Tribe of drummers who were the original drummers and they lived in what is called these days, “The Holy Drummerland”. They were a simple people who made their way, as most did in those days by engaging in seasonal farming and they hosted semi annual music festivals, where people from all the lands of the time would attend and, according to the historical record, which these days is no longer the historical record, a good time was had by all.
Then, about 13 hundred years ago a King, who declared himself the King of Drummers, King Bulan Bo-Diddleme came into town, metaphorically speaking and he converted a mercenary army into a army of drummers, whose intent then and intent now, was to take over the music of the world and make everyone dance to their beat. They were known as AscashNAZIS, so called because they had a pathologically fascist method of appropriating the money systems in whatever country they temporarily settled in. By the time they moved on to their next victim, the country had no resources and everyone was dancing to a different drummer and, according to historical records, which no longer exist, no one was dancing very well because the beat had no connection to primal Earth rhythms. It was an artificially constructed beat that forced everyone to dance unnaturally and you see it very much these days, as their particular beat is applied to everything, including basic sexual expression and not in the way that Nature intended it to be but rather in a dysfunctional way that reversed the direction of the flow of the Kundalini. This flooded the world with guilt so that the peoples of the world were unable to build up any resistance to them and became easy prey.
For centuries, these unnatural drummers schemed and dreamed about possessing the lands that the original drummers lived in, which was Holy Drummerland. They knew they had no genetic claim to this land, so what they did was to insinuate themselves into the economic systems of the more powerful countries and finally they were in a position, after fomenting a world war for that purpose, to lay a spurious claim to these lands, with historical revisions that replaced original histories. From that point it was easy for them to drive the original drummers out and take their lands. Now the original drummers live in the world’s largest open air concentration camp and they are forbidden to drum according to the old ways. The usurper drummers changed the names of all the old towns and created new historical records, which said they had always been there, which they had not.
All over the world, musicians were oppressed and offended by the new beat and the unpleasant music that came out of it and all of them had to pay a Kosher tax to the Kosher Nostra of Bad Music in order to make any music at all.
It seemed that nothing could stop these false drummers from their plans of world domination. In recent times they have entered into a conspiracy with bass players, in order to force all the guitar and piano players out of the picture, so that now, most of the music being played is only bass and drums and this is accompanied by pornographic rap artists who recite profane lyrics that attack the sanctity of the feminine, reducing the divine feminine into a demonic slut and celebrating the acquisition of glittering garbage that serves to force the public mind into a worship of material things, while at the same time, killing off the public appreciation of spiritual things and turning the world into an infernal realm of darkness. Because these demented drummers had taken control of the manufacture of currency around the world, they could get away with anything and anyone who criticized or opposed them, was mercilessly slandered or murdered because they controlled the public information medium as well, which they had bought with money they printed out of thin air. So… anything they did, no matter how hideous, was explained away in the newspapers and on the electronic media, which they controlled. They also controlled the world of entertainment where cultural perspectives were shaped and they controlled the art world so that they could determine which artists would be celebrated. If you didn’t go along with the program, you didn’t get to sell your art and your music didn’t get heard. That’s just how it was. They controlled all the mediums that determined what books would be read, what music would be heard, what art would be appreciated and they controlled the means of distribution as well. If you didn’t dance to their music, or write what they wanted you to write, or created what they wanted you to create, you were in trouble.
So… one day in France, a very intelligent and talented man, named Mon Dieu Dieu Dieudonne M’Bala M’Bala M’Bala Trop Ennui, called, for the sake of brevity, Dieudonne M’Bala M’Bala …and in order to conform to The Pentatonic Scale, was taking a nap in his hammock outside his home somewhere in France. He had a dream and in his dream, an angel appeared to him. The angel told Dieudonne that his name was Du Pain and that he had been sent by God to tell Dieudonne that he had been chosen by God to bake a special loaf of bread called Le Quenelle. He said that Dieudonne must make a pilgrimage to Bethlehem, which means House of Bread and that once there, he would be led by the spirit to a special oven, where the spirit would instruct him on how to prepare Le Quenelle. The angel said that the spirit would enter into the bread and that once baked, Dieudonne must take Le Quenelle home to France and then hide the loaf in a secret location. The angel showed Dieudonne how to make a magical sign called The Quenelle and which had the power to expose the false music of the false drummers, to make them tremble in fear for all the evil they had done and finally, to drive them out of Holy Drummerland and everywhere else that they were making bad things happen, under the spell of their bad music.
Any musician knows that drummers are control freaks to begin with. They insist that all the other musicians play in time with them and not deviate or do their own thing. Who decided that? If you didn’t have a drummer you could play as fast as you want or at any time you wanted; slow down, speed up, so what? Even good drummers who do not manufacture perverted beats, like the followers of King Bulan Bo-Diddleme are control freaks.
In a way it is like the construction industry. All of the trades vie for importance over each other. The electricians proclaim that they are the heavyweights. The Carpenters and Masons say the same thing. The Architects insist that since they drew up the plans that everyone else is secondary. It’s the same thing in the music world, with composers and conductors. They insist there is no music without them. The truth is that it’s the painters who are the true heavyweights and important players. All of the other tradesmen make mistakes and produce ugly results. Look at any house before the painters come in. They are all ugly. After the painters leave, the house looks beautiful and all of the mistakes are hidden. My job, is to come in before the painters arrive and make note of what it all looks like before it gets covered up but… I digress. Well, not really, see, the painters are running things because they control appearances. You see what they want you to see and that is not everything. this means they can control what you see and how you think, based on what you see.
A disgruntled saxophone player named Gilad came around some time before Dieudonne had his vision and he saw what the false drummers were up to. He was able to see clearly into the lies about genetic claims to stolen lands and… as a real musician, he could tell what the bad drumming was doing to the music, so he began to publicize the lies and reveal the inconsistencies, which he was able to do to great effect because he worked for Mr. Apocalypse, just like Dieudonne does. Although Gilad was essentially a musician through and through, he migrated into the realm of words, to make another kind of music that would neutralize the bad music being made by the bad drummers. This has made the bad drummers very angry. Meanwhile, Diedonne began to make the sign of the Quenelle and because it was a magic sign, it unleashed a new power into the world that made it possible for people to hear how bad the music had become and what a drag it was to try to dance to it. This began to give the bad drummers heart attacks and all of them started to grab their left arm as they fell to the floor. Wait! Isn’t that the wrong arm? So…? Don’t they do everything backwards?
People began to see how really bad the music had gotten. They began to see how much the music sucked. Le Quenelle was waking them up, vibrating from its secret location. It was waking them up because it is an apocalypse and all things hidden are being revealed. This is bad news for the bad drummers, who hijacked Holy Drummerland and have been genociding the original residents. The whole world has turned against them because of disgruntled multi-tasking sax players and comedians turned into bakers. They are soon to be followed by people from every walk of life. Soccer players are making the quenelle sign on the soccer field. The bad drummers who own just about everything, because their Satanically possessed drumming gave them the power to print ghost money, are not amused but their time has come to an end. Everyone is waking up to how bad their music is and what a bummer it is to dance to it and how expensive it is to dance to it and have no fun doing it.
These bad drummers have a way of saying things wrong, so that you are operating with the wrong information. They’ll invite you to an orgy and tell you that your uncle’s sister, on the one side will be there and your uncles brother on the other will too. They don’t tell you it’s your mother and father; not that they care, except to what a degree it might degrade you. That’s the point of the music they make. Because it is evil music, it inspires bad behavior and that creates guilt. You get enough guilt going on and it’s easy to send young people to war under false pretenses. Once they go to war they have ten times the guilt they left with when they come back. This works fine for the bad drummers, who have more guilt than anyone and for very legitimate reasons, given what they’ve been up to for centuries and centuries now.
The day of the bad drummers is coming to an end. They are going to have to face the music, the real music and the real music will make them come apart at the seams. Real music has integrity. They have none. I’m sure you can figure out what the impact of one upon the other will be.
Do you want to help? As you pass through this world, when you see a bad drummer, offer them a symbolic loaf of quenelle. Tell them it means exactly what they think it does but since they are not who they say they are, what difference does it make? Their bad drumming is going to be silenced. Their false histories are going to be exposed. Mr Apocalypse is going to see to that. Better get your own house in order and stay away from the bad music.
There will be a radio broadcast tonight.