Gregg M. Pasterick

More Musical Archeology, this gem from Leather-Clad Hooligans, written in 1981, recorded in 1997...

A fifty-year-old song no one cares about. I am a fossil.

Weirdness that soothes, provokes, inspires, makes you ask, "What the hell was that?"

Things didn't just veer off course, they left the planet altogether. Just one more medicinal toke and I'll be ready for the Great Forever. Just one more medicinal toke. Just one more medicinal toke. She left her nuts in my motel window for just one more medicinal toke. Dingleberries drive her right under the bed, and I am magnificently high, rockin' back and forth, lickin' chocolate from my finger...

Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart, and I've got a glass of wine. We're gonna get neurological tonight and sing a desert auld lang syne. Tomorrow we're movin' on some more, leavin' these 29 palms behind. Daddy stopped at the marijuana mart, and I've got a glass of wine. I see ya found a portal. Happy trails. Happy travels I'll see ya again, unless I already have... I see ya found a portal. Happy...

covering the Beatles because I want to. Pffft.

I've got winter in my panties, a cool, refreshing breeze. Aliens have taken my daughter, and my wife can't find her keys. It's always on the bottom, in a bag, in a place time forgot. When yer confused together, yer confused a lot. On the beach, by the lake, where the monkeys play, where the thunder rumbles and the sky is gray, the weather gathers and drifts this way... I'm in repose in neurogenesi...

F=MA by Singer-Songwriter

I feel my inner primordial ooze in this hot desert sun. Super elastic bubble plastic in this hot desert sun. In this hot desert sun I think I saw Jesus lookin' for water to walk upon in this hot desert sun. I feel my inner reptile stirring in this hot desert sun. Get thee behind me Satan in this hot desert sun. In this hot desert sun I think I saw Jesus lookin' for water to walk upon in this hot d...

Harold Budd, Brian Eno and a Djinn walk into a Bar by Singer-Songwriter

...my annual cover of "Witchi Tai To"...

I'm a nekkid pagan hippie - or so it's been assumed - celebratin' Imbolc, and calling down the moon. I wanna believe. Oh, I wanna believe. I'm a nekkid pagan hippie, I dabble in the Black Arts. My arcane knowledge is vast. Dairy makes me fart. I wanna believe. Oh, I wanna believe. I'm so high, I can touch the stars. I'm so low, I might be dead. I'm a nekkid pagan hippie. I wanna believe. Oh, I wan...

...coverin' the Troggs...

...my feeble attempt at this great song...

Laughter is the cause of black holes. It collapses my solar plexus, squeezing me into a singularity, stampeding for the exits. Somebody stood here and did stuff once. Someday that might be me. In the meantime I'm makin' black holes, or maybe they're makin' me. Sittin' beneath the marijuana tree. When the fruit falls I'll discover gravity. In the meantime, there's all this serenity. Om. And then th...

Crooked old women hobble down the street. Weather old men drive pick-up trucks. At this stage of life, I suspect, they just don't give a fuck. I sleep deep and I dream heavy on the Petticoat Junction Express. Thunder rumbles and I dream on, on the Petticoat Junction Express. When there are aliens or dinosaurs involved there are always kids on foot. You'd think by now they would've learned, it's sa...