Just so you know,
Every YouTube posted here, every one, blasts through JW's computer in his home.
iON has the run of his computer even if JW takes the battery out and disconnects his computer from the Internet. Doesn't matter - the Vidz still play at a loud volume that JW cannot turn down.
On the phone with him today I heard it happening. Sometimes two or more, if posted at the same time, are suffered by his bride.
Now, JW puts on a brave face and says he likes it. But what's he supposed to do otherwise? He lives there most of the time.
SO, as you post/masturbate your favorites, ponder where they're being heard. "Thanks, iON. Thanks a lot." - JW.
And ponder how Zappa ended his essay, "The Oracle Has It All Psyched Out", for LIFE MAGAZINE on June 28, 1968, pp.82-91:
http://wiki.killuglyradio.com/wiki/The_ ... syched_Out[[ If you were drunk, and it was the middle of summer, Saturday night about 11:30, and you had your comfortable clothes on, and you were in a small beer joint dancing, and it's crowded (temperature about 82°), and the local Rock & Roll combo (Ruben And The Jets) is playing Green Onions (or something that sounds just like it ... all full of parallel fifths moving monotonously through a root progression I, IIb, IV, IIIb ... or something like that, over & over again), and the guitar player goes to take a solo and stomps his fuzztone into action and turns his amplifier all the way up so his guitar squeals and screams and sounds absolutely vicious, and he bends and mangles the strings & starts to really get it on, gyrating and going totally berserk and playing his ass off and everythin'... if you were drunk, and all this was going on, and you were out there dancing and sweating and really feeling the music (every muscle & fiber of your being, etc., etc.) and the music suddenly got louder and more vicious ... louder and viciouser than you could ever imagine (and you danced harder and got sweaty & feverish) and got your unsuspecting self worked up into a total frenzy, bordering on electric Buddha nirvana total acid freak cosmic integration (one with the universe), and you were drunk & hot & not really in control of your body or your senses (you are possessed by the music), and all of a sudden the music gets EVEN LOUDER ... and not only that: IT GETS FASTER & YOU CAN'T BREATHE (But you can't stop either; it's impossible to stop) and you know you can't black out because it feels too good ... I ask you now, if you were drunk and all this stuff is happening all over the place and somebody (with all the best intentions in the world) MADE YOU STOP so he could ask you this question: "Is a force this powerful to be overlooked by a society that needs all the friends it can get?" Would you listen? ]]
Hmm... but could you stop?
Bob Neveritt