April 20, 1957: “Dear Diary, last night I had the strangest dream. I have never had a dream this vivid or intense. It must have been caused by a bit of indigestion. Herb took me out to dinner for our first anniversary at our favorite restaurant. For appetizers we had caviar and escargot, which were quite yummy. For the main course I had fried oysters, and asparagus in a peppery cream sauce. When we got home we watched a little TV, and then we briefly made love. I couldn’t go to sleep, so as Herb snored next to me I read my favorite romance novel. It was an unusual story about a woman who was abducted by men from outer space. After a while, I got tired of reading and went to the bathroom to wash my face. Funny thing, the water drained from the sink clockwise, rather than counterclockwise. Not sure why I noticed this. I got back in bed, but try as I might, I could not go to sleep. The alarm clock on the night stand starting ticking louder and louder, and then, at three minutes after two, it stopped ticking. I looked toward the bedroom window and I saw a bright light outside in the yard. The light grew brighter and brighter until it filled the whole room. The next thing I knew I was floating horizontally in a brightly-lit room which looked like a doctor’s office, except that there were all kinds of strange electrical devices and knobs and flashing lights on the walls. There were three men there, all quite tall, with large heads, huge black eyes, and greenish skin. For some reason they reminded me of the waiter, busboy and maitre d’ from the restaurant. I could hear them talking inside my head, even though they didn’t move their lips. Their voices sounded like the static between AM radio stations or like Morse Code signals. They gathered around me and started probing my body outside and inside with cold metallic instruments and light beams that burned all of my nerve endings. I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. I saw Herb asleep in the corner of the strange room, but he wouldn’t wake up and save me. The tall men continued to probe me until I thought I would die or go insane. Then, snake-like objects sprang forth from their smooth bellies... That is all I remember of the dream, although it went on much longer. This morning I am exhausted and sore, but feel oddly refreshed and satisfied.”
Genre: Green Alien Album: Hal McGee Tapegerm Collection Volume Two Label: HalTapes Credits: David Fuglewicz Open Loops; Hal McGee -- Arturia Minimoog and Native Instruments Pro-53 software synthesizers
cystem said, "alien porn soundtrack, the equivalent to the earthlings wah-wah guitar based porn music. i am unsettled and oddly aroused. excuse me while i... "
ith said, "Wow, this is the tune I would like to hear as a finish (last song) at a perfect concert. Love this. Without any doubts your best one at Tapegerm so far. Thanks!"
Mental Anguish said, "Definitely paints the sonic soundscape picture. Very well done & very green alien."
davefuglewicz said, "One if the most powerful piece I\'ve heard in a long time.
Very, very nice!"
buzzsaw said, "Charles X, finding that the household troops were no longer to be depended upon, determined to etreat over the frontier, and left the Trianon for the small palace of Rambouillet, where Marie Louise and the King of Rome had sought refuge in the first hours of their adversity. The king reached Rambouillet in advance of the news from Paris, and great was the surprise of the guardian of the Château to see him drive up in carriage and pair with only one servant to attend him. The king pushed past the keeper of the palace, who was walking slowly backward before him, and turned abruptly into a small room on the ground floor, where he locked himself in and for the next several hours listened to this latest of Hal McGee. The mix suffused him and enraptured him, and he then re-emerged emboldened and invigorated, striding in glee. Such made abdication easier, as for us, parting company with our gloom and greeting revel, listing to this. Bravo, Hal!"
