The-Bunker

A show about nonsense

Goldfrapp picture disk is spinning -sorry no picture

April 2, 2010 by Sago Mud Salad | 0 comments

alert – alert – prior to posting this via quick edit I realized I was going to be posting from “The Bunker” home page rather than from my littly reality bubble… so hopefully I have managed to fisx this (yep, typing is going…) prior to posting. If there is a pretty pic too and not some scary screen shot of a yeti, then I worked miracles prior to my 40th birthday – which is not that far off. No wonder I’m covered in cat tattoos

And for tonights musical journey, we invite you to download some of the tracks we post as the evening progresses, and see if you at times also have similar momentents, or have tried them at least, and do you have fond or not so fond memories?
July, july, july…. The documentary “The Sun” is playing on the TV as we hear this remix, very trippy and amazing.
Purrs Peace and Harmonies,
Sago Mud Salad, in tribute to Douglas Adam’s anagram revalation in a rice paddy in Thailand or similar asian ccountry (I apologize for not knowing the exact difference – special big heart hugs to all our asian spirit travellers. You are all so beautiful and graceful, and we love you just as much as every other race – you are so beautiful! Please help save us – educate us, we should all look to your pasts… such great lessons.

Faithless – Salva mea (Spanish? for Save me?)

The Sun documentary finsihed, a scate through the video music channels provides “VH1 Hits Dancefloor – and its somethng totally unknowns, so we go to VH1 Countown Party Mix 1874-87m ad is for Roxette Live in Sydney broadcast from 1991 I think – will love to watch this when it is played!

Now its Tina Turner Nutbush City Limits – 1982 on Australian Countdown. I loved her… and the saxophone player – hrrrmmmmmmm what a hone. He could leave his sax on while playing on the bed. OK back to tenjoyinig the nights. Hope you’ve been here done that. Remember to eat plenty of bananbas of any kind to replenish potassium and tryptophan levels. And remember the universe hates you, even in two days from now…)

Oh and look – we were just talking about a Rose Tattoo concert meaning I didn’t go see Icehouse cos I was too scared…

Author: Sago Mud Salad

A miracle birth - my conception was not supposed to be possible, and Mum was pregnant for five months before she would believe it. Then lots of stuff happened, I grew old before my time, changed my mind and now am a permanent six year old Womble with a Whiffle Bat. Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett and Gary Larson are some of the people that should be blamed for corrupting me. Reincarnated from an eggplant, I find boring things exciting at times, and would rather knitt than fish. Located in the Land of Down Under, in the Outback somewhere with a bunch of really fun life forms. Eating all my crusts as a child made my hair go curly, and now aliens beam their information straight into my brain via the Anglo-Saxamafro. Nothing that I say should be taken serious, and is best printed out on soft paper and used to line your litter tray or wipe your proverbial...

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