Beat Taxi V - Cassette/digital - 2018 - BLACK SHIP
Recorded, processed and engineered at Black Ship 2017-18
"WHAT DA YA MEAN YOU DON’T LIKE TALK RADIO ?
Well I’ll tell ya, when you’re driving back alone from a run out there in the sticks, nothing like a friendly FM voice to remind you which pedal you’ve got your foot on. Here, you want some of that cheeseburger? I got this one at Burning rubber Bob’s on Alphabet street, triple bacon, bourbon sauce, cholesterol chutney, pickled figs, they marinade the meat with coca-cola for extra zing. Oh well, your loss - but where was I ? Right , voices, and I’m talking about the other kind now, subconscious mind Suzie Creamcheese type-o-deal. In my line of work you learn to tune in and out, different signals, it’s all ear-candy once properly filtered, but you don’t have to eat it all in one sitting.
No, never got round to the internuts thing, don’t really make sense of it. You see me, I see you see me, and here we are, haven’t had any complaints thus far. Well alright some customers like to give non-positive feedback, what can I do? Way I see it, this is between you and me, what happens in this vehicle stays in the vehicle. Theory of vehicularity I call this, never too late to learn, never too soon to forget is my motto. You can’t make an omelet without breaking something that’s for sure, especially when you’re cooking in your garage. Say, that’s a most peculiar accent you’ve got, where is it you fell from? Ah, would have sworn somewhere sunnier...
Well thats alright with me if you wanna take a nap, I’ve had the best dreams back there on that very backseat, something to do with the blue leather I think, and the motion of the wheels is friendly to that small one up there in your brain, no name yet for that theory but wait til you fall asleep, the road is a good pillow. Never had trouble sleeping in twenty years driving this cab, can’t sleep anywhere else though. Thing is I dream of my routes, good way to remember I guess, though I seem to make them up too, maybe I’m breaking on through to the other side but I don’t get paid for that, do I? Just last night I dreamed I was driving a customer down to South station, terrible traffic, bumper to bumper, until I somehow saw this opening, and I’m talking about an actual cab-sized hole in the road, and before I know it there we were, sliding underneath the street, doing 90 underground, zipping by in a multicolored tunnel of light below. Good thing my passenger was asleep, would have been too much for that subnormal brain of his, and he made his train with seconds to spare, no need for that unfriendly complaint message. Good thing I am my own boss, some people don’t have a sense of humor. Ok now, the road is opening before us, just mind your head."
