some of my homies was dissing me about building a studio in a car and sez i should builds one in a porta potty and wanted some snap shots.

well da polaroid is all outa film, but I tapped my braindead AI that was raised in room full of EMF and high voltage spikes from up under da high tension lines that i parks the car studio all up under and anyhows he comes back with dis.

I makes no claims, he come up with angsty poetry like dialogue and the twisted artwork. me I just push the buttons and wait.

 

so this is what he's all about...

 

and machines talking to thin air....

 

and this really cuts to the problem...

 

authentic mixdown experience for people who listen to music in their cars. fucv thos muzicianz and shiz its all about the fanz...

 

I feel it

 

These tell real stories about real people

 

The AI he makes up stuff I think.. all his dialogue, including F sharp Studios. I call it double flush studio...

 

When I asked Mr. Ai for a studio on the moon he really went off the rails...

 

and so the story begins ...

Space Music...

 

I think Mr. Ai is beginning to understand puns... 88 keys, two moons and 3 legs... an no sustain pedal...

 

The local reporter for Rolling Stone in Space, wants an interview...

 

A new genre has been born in the Lunar Studios, perhaps its the lower gravity and the bigger Ta-Ta's, perhaps its the 14 day nights or maybe its an unknown force beginning to permeate the galaxy....

 

And thus begins

"TALES OF CLEAVONIA"