HOS 558 Smoking and Xmas/New Years

Joe Auffricht/Jimi Hendrix intro/Title/Wellman & G'Broagfran on "relationships with SubGeniuses, tape recorders", KPFA

"You can lead 'em to the Promised Land, but don't expect that to mean they're gonna keep their promises to you." -- J.R. "Bob" Dobbs, c. 1938, despairing in his cups at the Hop Frog Tavern, Wichita, Kansas, following a fight with his girlfriend. 10 minutes later, while heading for the bathrooms to puke, he met Connie Marsh for the first time.

Mondo Cane clips on strange Love customs... RING OF FIRE, Johnny Cash clip... Thought Alchemy depresso-clip... Wellman "Happyland" -- old Stang MB "Devil in the Supermarket" clip

Song: "The Worms Crawl In, the Worms Crawl Out"

STANG: Dear Friends, I think I'd be a serial killer without ya'll to UNLOAD on sometimes. I really value these moments on the airwaves, being able to bitch and gripe about every little thing. I truly appreciate the support. I don't know what I'd do without you.

(THE WIND CRIES MARY sans vocals in bg)

1996 was a wonderful year, the best one since I don't know when.... Life was great up until last weekend, when it turned into a LIVING NIGHTMARE.

To save it, I had to give up the thing I loved the most in all the world. Had to quit thinking about her. Had to banish her from my mind. Had to pretend I didn't care at all while I watched her let other guys use her. And I needed her so bad. Needed her so bad that I had to hate her, in order to free myself from her, because she was just hurting me more, and more, and more, and I couldn't stop coming BACK for more punishment. It was an ADDICTION, I guess you could say. Bob Dole might not agree with me, but I really think that's what it was. And I ain't over her yet, nosir, not by a long shot. Even now I can see her as if she were floating in front of my face, just like smoke, and I want to inhale her SO SO BAD but I know I must JUST SAY NO. There are some things that I guess that phrase DOES apply to. I know it's something I have to do, I know I'll be healthier for it in the long run, if the effort doesn't kill me, but... it JUST HURTS SO BAD.

Yes, friends, you guessed it -- Queen Tobacco broke my heart. Lady Tabacky, Sister Nicotine, Mizz Conspiracy herself. Tore my heart in two, just as she's done to so many countless millions of other fools before me. This ain't no New Years Resolution, this was a SOUL SEARING BATTLE. It has been for 25 years, but this was D-Day. I was -- again -- faced with 2 divergent paths -- LIFE, or DEATH. Life without her will be hard, but life with her will be... shorter. She's so sweet, so fine... she's the finest. But sooner or later she sucks you dry. The Slack is gone and black gunk and scar tissue has taken its place. And you feel... dumber than human.

(switch to Drs. for "Bob" "Can't Hide" instrumental)

But, last Saturday, I decided, since everything else in the world was going totally to hell, and life was an endless struggle, and only the fittest AND MEANEST survive, HELL, WHY NOT??!? NO TIME LIKE THE PRESENT!! DUMP HER BEFORE SHE UH FINISHES DUMPING ME!! DRAW ON MY HIDDEN RESERVES OF SELF RESPECT, STRENGTH OF CHARACTER, and SHEER GIANT EGO-DRIVEN GUT BLOWOUT SUBGENIUS WILL!! In fact, if I'm breaking ONE bad habit, might as well BREAK 'EM ALL!!! WHERE'S A CHAIR? I'LL SMASH IT!!! SITTING DOWN IS A HABIT!!! WHERE'S A CLOCK? Oh I already smashed all those last year when this happened. WHERE'S A PATHETIC BLITHERING HUMAN?? I'LL GUT IT!!! Suffering a Human to live is a nasty habit. Where's the CONSPIRACY?!?!? LEMME AT 'EM!!! I mean, JUST SAY NO!!! GOD DAMN IT!!! How many of you can make THAT new year's resolution and keep it, huh? Resolve that you're gonna break the Conspiracy habit this year. JUST TRY IT!!!

And by Gobbs, if you do JUST TRY IT, why, maybe this time you'll actually DO it.

(Thought Alchemy depresso-clips)

(Hendrix "Jam 292" instr.)
Sure... maybe you FAILED UTTERLY the last 500 tries. Hey, I got 150 rejection slips for the Book of the SubGenius, can you imagine that. Maybe your EVERY PREVIOUS ATTEMPT to follow your dream climaxed with you DREAMING about the day you'd start planning to pursue your dream. Well maybe you oughta try GETTING OFF YOUR ASS ONE MORE TIME!!! Of course there's something to be said for GIVING UP. As that great old forgotten wino said in the temple, "If I cain't whup it, I'll go down." And that's exactly what I had to do. QUIT. But whatever it is, you DO have to "DO" it, even if NOT doing something is what you have to do. Slack is not the same as sloth and indolence... not necessarily, anyway. I personally have always found the most Slack in ACTION. When I am IN THE ZONE, the PURE ACT of THE ACTION, the pure DO of the DOING, with total concentration, flying with the equipment and the words effortlessly, not even thinking, just... DOING, those are MY moments of true Slack. When one is most ALIVE.

But I was letting that which made me ALIVE, KILL ME!!! I was getting too uptight. I was pushing too hard. I was WORKING TOO HARD for SLACK, NOT gliding, but FORCING... and when you try to FORCE it, Slack hardens, becomes a wall, like cornstarch in liquid suspensions hardens like rock if you HIT it but is like water if you CARESS it. The most devilish trick is finding the delicate balance between too much and not enough.

Oh by the way, did you know we recently found the bottom half of that old Memo from "Bob"? You know, the top half said, "TOO MUCH IS ALWAYS BETTER THAN NOT ENOUGH." The bottom parts says, "BUT IT'S ALMOST AS BAD."

You gotta figure out the balance. But you can't learn that unless you try and try again. Screw up and then ADMIT you did, and do it better the next time.

Easy for me to say, since right now, I'd rather be killing optimists. In fact I would very much like to go out and KILL, KILL, KILL!!! TO CRUSH AND DESTROY ALL IN MY PATH!!! Hell it's better than just sitting here DREAMING about it! I'll break EVERY HABIT, and EVERY LAW TOO!!! I'll go through a FIFTEENTH TOTAL LIFESTYLE REBUILD before I let the forces of ENTROPY, DEVOUR ANY MORE OF MY SLACK!!! THAT'S my NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION!! YES!!! THAT'S MY CHRISTMAS PRESENT TO MYSELF!!! I'm good enough, I'm SMART ENOUGH, and GOSH DARN IT, PEOPLE LIKE ME!!!!


ZOOGZ RIFT, "In the Ultimate Scheme of Things")

So, So I have resolved to turn from the quick-fix comforts of my old mistress, the Demon Weed from Hell, cigarets, and devote myself solely to that true and faithful wife, FROP. NO MORE will the Soul Eaters get my 20% interest. DESPITE the sheer mind-obliterating, total relentless agony of giving up HER, I shall... deal with it. I'm no superman; I must sate my physical desires with a plastic lover.... a little square patch slapped onto my skin daily, 21 miligrams, next month 14 milligrams, then 6, and by then you forget. UNTIL you're SURE you got it licked, and THE DEMONS LEAP OUT OF HIDING AND HIT YOU WITH THEIR BIG GUNS!! But this time I know I will defeat them. The patches REALLY help. $5 a patch, and FUNNY HOW THE INSURANCE COMPANIES WON'T PAY FOR CANCER PREVENTION.

If they made a Frop Patch, I'd replace CLOTHING with THOSE. I would make a WETSUIT out of Frop Patches.

Seriously, folks, I had a MEAN, I mean a VICIOUS cigaret habit, and just like EVERY TEENAGER NOWADAYS I started out thinking I'd just smoke one now and then for the buzz. Thought I was TOO SMART to get HOOKED.

Wait, what am I doing?

((Cuts off sad Zoogz music, switches to "8 1/2 Theme" by Nina Rota))

I ain't that kind of preacher. I don't mean to preach to you. I'd MUCH RATHER WHACK YOU UPSIDE THE HEAD WITH A STICK!!

And speaking of sticks with dead guys on 'em, MERRY CHRISTMAS, and HAPPY HANUCKAH, and HAIL SATAN, PRAISE "BOB," NAM YO HO RENGE KYO, IHEMSAH!!!

Christmas is, needless to say, the most DEPRESSING of holidays, the special time when so many take time out to find suicide in their hearts, when the SubGenius skulks through the malls HATING and HATING all the happy chappy faces and piped-in everpresent Christmas Carols and the forced dinners with the family who are mostly Pinks or else CRAZY, and... well, the presents are cool. And everybody gets DRUNK and all weepy on New Years, I know I'll be the weepiest bastard of 'em all this time, too, I can already see it coming, but let me tell you one thing, boys and girls, NOBODY hates Christmas as much as JESUS. For ONCE, let's let JESUS speak for himself?


Ain't it IRONIC that the ONLY STATIONS that WOULD play tapes of Jesus Christ are the SubGenius stations that carry Hour of Slack.

Improvs on Jesus's complaints about Christmas... Stang gradually reverts from screaming at the audience to babbling surreally as tape ends side one.


((Background music by Messengers of Deception/Cosmic Triad))

Improv rant on
BOOK OF SUBGENIUS predictions -- 1996 mostly came true; 1997 predictions, and improv rant.

And friends, we here at the Church HQ wish you a VERY happy new year, cause it's the LAST ONE YOU'RE GONNA HAVE. 1998 won't LAST a whole year. When you get that 1998 calendar you might as well do like Dr. Legume did, just tear it in half, tear the whole back end off starting at July 6 1998 because there ain't gonna BE a July 6 1998. Ahimseh. AHEUNMSEH!!

THE RAMONES: "It's Gonna Be Alright"

Stang reminisces about the old station in Dallas.

XMAS CLIPS: The Nuclear Xmas Tree from old Superman record.

KHUS SubShow radio clips (Arcata station) with St. Dogsamatic and friends discussing the holiday of Advert, chocolate crucifixes, SubGenius FAITH before reason. Misc. bits copped from The Book. Pro Choice Dobbs.

Old radio clip: "If Every Day Was Christmas", quick collage of Pink and Horror Xmas Sounds -- "The Giant Yule Log" and Preparation H



also Hendrix AULD ANG SYN from BoG bootleg "Happy New Year Jimi" (first Fillmore East show) plus opening of WHO KNOWS.

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