Date:    Fri, 20 Mar 1998 19:54:09 -0800
From:    Martin Acaster 
Subject: Ghost Story #23 12/2/97 Rectum?....That Ghost Damn Near Killed Him

Hey There

to say I am one happy funk lovin fool would be an
understatement....Phish in PORTLAND...yeah I'm ecstatic...I could walk
to portland meadows....I will see phish this year....now how to get to
the lemonwheel too...String Cheese Incident kicked some ass at the
crystal this past wednesday...the floor was rocking like nobody's
business...I closed my eyes and I was snowboarding down an
avalanche...wooooheeee..on to the ghost...the ghost from the philthy
rectum...as the saying goes I'd eat the nuts out of it...hahahahahaaaa
thanks to Josh Davis for the tapes

Ghost Story #23 12/2/97 Set 1 Philadelphia Spectrum

coming on the heaels of a hard lesson in growing old the prologue is
counted down in typical fashion..as is usual there are no lyrical
flubs, mike is laying down a delicate snap funk over the top of a big
bottom boomy bass throb, the verse break is a rappers delight with a
melodious groove that sustains the delight until the ghosts arrive...the
ghosts are almost late...a millisecond or two but hey I noticed...the
ghost story immediately takes off as is typical at the 3 minute
mark...somebody scratching at the door....scratching scratching trying
to get in...who could it be....jacques the gay sailor...and he is on
fire....if you like starlake you'll like the technofunk you get
here...the bpm's are way high here...my hypothalmus is still throbbing
as I type...it is a watery slithery technofunk and it goes ON for a good
5 minutes...jacques is just getting down with his block rocking beats as
mc neon cell gap keeps it real...jacques is looking for a dance
partner...bewildered swirling round and round...his head darting this
way and that...where is she...who is the one...my god...my girl...my
black eyed katy...she will be this rappers delight...I must be honest
this isn't any kind of full blown katy appearance...but it tastes like
katy...it smells like katy....katy getting down with the boogie man
about the 8 minute mark...wing commander gordon meanwhile...many floors
below the dance floor down in the bomb bay is crushing skulls with
reckless abandon...I'm talking sub woofers breaking windows a half mile
away kind of headcrushing....at 10:03 herr necklace breaks it on
down...a scratch session over the top of some twinkling stars...the
twenty second respite turns into a full bore bloooozy funk followed by a
second breakdown scratch....the jam out of this soars...a third
breakdown scratch leaves us in startled dissonance as the ship dissolves
and we are falling through a divided sky....total time 12:35 or
so...nice length...nice techno...nice taste of katy....

who you gonna call

Marty