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all sounds by various artistsextra composition/production:dennis harvey: mastering | mixing | production | recording
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Hanna-Barbera
The Gary Coleman Show
Filmation was involved with Gilligan's Planet, yo
And then there's Marvel Productions
Rude Dog and the Dweebs
Rubik the Amazing Cube helping out those kids in need
It's the Toondiculous Podcastperformance:matthew mccrary: acoustic guitar | voice
dennis harvey: backing voice | drums | keyboards
composition/production:matthew mccrary: composition | lyrics
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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file_downloadperformance:jason harvey: bass guitar
michael ambro: guitar
paul ambro: guitar
dennis harvey: keyboards | percussion
composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
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performance:dennis harvey: all instruments
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording
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performance:dennis harvey: all instruments
composition/production:dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
notes:Featuring a fragment from Shakespeare's Sonnet 33 read in Simon Russell Beale's tremendous voice: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fWvIrejfFc.
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Bittersweet creature comforts are here
Masquerading in this atmosphere
As shelter and enviable needful things
Bridges crumbled long before now
Manage to seem new again somehow
Needful things surround us when love can’t be found
Crisis and secrets and skeletons fill
Our best-kept crawlspaces
Where an iconic treasure trove may bend our will
It can’t match the love it replaces
Love in your thought word and deed
These are needful things
Set in motion each has sired
Rapture ruptured and set on fire
Sex and venues races and structures
Religion fashion form and culture
Love is all we have to give
Trust takes more than getting used to
Love is all I’ve left to give
I’ll take more than getting used to
Hungering for blessed mercies
Needful things devour the proceeds
Restraining love from withholding
Diligent disorders from building
Flourishing at best in turmoil
They backlash with a wicked recoil
Hallowed though are these
In this house are needful thingsperformance:jason harvey: bass guitar
david beck: drums
mohadev bhattacharyya: guitar
jon beal: keyboards | voice
composition/production:jon beal: composition | recording
david beck: composition
mohadev bhattacharyya: composition | recording
jason harvey: composition | mixing | production | recording
extra performance:dennis harvey: noises
extra composition/production:dennis harvey: mastering | mixing
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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
michael ambro: guitar
paul ambro: guitar
dennis harvey: keyboards | noises | voice
composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
notes:... "You think you can defeat my master?" Multi-Mouth's booming voice emanated ominously from all of his volcanic, spurting mouths. "You thought so once before. Don't you remember?"
"IMO BRUSH ALL YO TEEF!" I shrieked in an uncontrollable frenzy as the memories flooded my mind. A giant sword, bursting with blue light, appeared in my hand as I bolted through the air like a winged mystical avatar of justice. With an epic battle cry, I brought the sword down onto Multi-Mouth's spewing, gelatinous form, tearing clean through his screaming, quivering body.
And just like that, it was over. I was standing in a pool of slowly seeping jelly, the sword's light fading in my hand, the dim light of the cavern shimmering in the sudden stillness. I stood with my eyes closed, panting, the words my nemesis had spoken moments ago finally sinking in. His master? I shook my head in disbelief. Multi-Mouth had been a pawn all along. It was all a set-up - get me to enter the chalupa vortex, awaken the sleeping demon within, and drag him out into this world so he could wreak havoc and find hosts for his interdimensional conquest. Multi-Mouth was the bait, I'd stepped right into it, thinking I was solving some poor dame's case, only to bring about the destruction of the universe. In the meantime, the vortex stood open across dimensions and worlds I couldn't even fathom, all prone to this demon's diabolical plans. ...
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performance:jason harvey: bass guitar
paul ambro: electronics
michael ambro: guitar
dennis harvey: keyboards | noises
composition/production:michael ambro: composition
paul ambro: composition
jason harvey: composition
dennis harvey: composition | mastering | mixing | production | recording
notes:... until I wound up outside a giant warehouse with a tattered, faded sign that read "Shesha's Webhouse of Discount Destruction".
I stepped inside the parted warehouse doors and felt like I'd walked into a cavernous haunted house. Giant, elephant-trapping spider webs were everywhere, and the light from outside seemed to stop behind me. I'd been here before. The memories bubbled. In what light there was, I could see her: the minx that brought me into all this, her face barely visible among the webs. She spoke, and it felt like hairy, tendril-like spider legs probing inside my ears. I shuddered and tried to figure out what to do as she droned about how she used to be beautiful, how the world had changed, how she'd lost hope and fallen into shadow. But when she dropped the name "Galadriel", something inside me sparked. I suddenly had a feeling this dame was old, older than the world, older than time, and as I watched her deceptively young face, she suddenly moved forward. My whole body went cold. A giant, bulbous, spider's body extended behind her head, clicking and twitching, and she kept repeating that the world had grown too full, like she was about to take care of that problem. Her mouth opened seemingly wider than her skull, emitting a shriek that was like needles piercing every cell in my body ...