Yes, its been two long years since the last update , but you know what? It isn't that bad. It really isn't that bad. There are tropical jungles of "works" in Sleazy's head. Someone just needs to provide the free love and recording facilitation, and My God, you would just not belieive, you would bleive. You would.
Its been a damn long time, and what can Sleazy say? Nothin' To show. But you never know. "Empire" could be ramped up soon. Sleazy composed "Chrissy" a musical work that showed the reality of Amerikkka in all its filth and squalor. But as for recording it, well, I don't think you're ready for it. Ask protagoras for the "libretto".
You're probably expecting exciting news about new pieces of gold-plated deliverance from Sleazy, but I'm sorry, there isn't any. All there is is the cold, the silence, and the slow but inevitable decline of your cell-replacement rate. Feel the ice on your pubic hair, and be happy rigor-mortis hasn't set in just yet.
The Empire is in a holding-pattern right now, while its high priests figure out the best pretext for declaring an "Iran Nuclear Crisis", draw up the plans for bombing reactors in North Korea,.. God knows what they'll use for Syria. The Serial war is just beginning, but its in a lull right now. And so it may be with 'Empire'. Who knows...
There may shitty little TV theme or something.. you never know..
Sleazy's tribute to the Emperor has been carted off today(and I'm not talking about PBox, either). We all know what its paying for - press the 'back' button on your browser if you can't remember. Anyway, so PBox has been mixed down and packaged and all that. The thrillifications will be happening shortly all over the empire, and Sleazy is grateful for your patience and willingness to suffer for Truth. The sad little private lives of Imperial Citizens consumed Sleazy on this one. Next time, Sleazy will give the Word on the Outer Occupied Territories, and their relations with the porcine Life-forms that run the whole Global Nursing Home we're all unwilling, drooling, neglected, over/undermedicated patients in. Until then, you'll just have to cling to Genoa 2001 as his opening shot on that, clutching your copy of Fatherworxx like its a Larry Gatlin solo album.
Audio files? GeoS*itties doesn't allow that much space, so you'll have to bear with Sleazy. He'll come up with something, and maybe some Collector's Vinyl, too, boutique products for over-educated connisseur youth or middle-aged Death Cab For Cutie fans, anyway. Whatever... Sleazy's going to vacation on Warm, Sunny, Tropical S. Clinton St. Peace.
Da Vokalix R dun, courtesy of SWF Airport. Only some last minute keyboard and guitar remain, because "This Guy's In Love" got the boot, in favor of "Honey Get Off", which needs some acompaniment. Sleazy regrets that "Paleolithic Sex Barn" couldn't be included, but you have to stop somewhere. So, P.Box will be ready soon.
FATHERWORXX made some people happy, thrilled to be alive, even in this time of Imperialism on the Death March. They should listen to what Sleazy had to say in Genoa 2001, because EMPIRE is even more needed now than ever, now that the EMPIRE ain't some ethereal "Set of Rules", but TNT rammed up the rectum of Arabia. When Sleazy lays it all out in the Empire full-length, they'll be illumination like you've never seen before. Fireworxx, comrade, fireworxx.
Back in September, someone in the Pok dropped the ball, and Sleazy ain't been there since, especially since filing separation papers with Zanahoria. Sleazy went into a monastic trance and began the arduous life-process of disentangling the jiva from the prakrti, the bahendriya from the mana-ahankara-buddhi, passing form rajas-tamas to pure SATTVA. But not really. Sleazy doesn't need a guru to s**t on a plate, point at it, and say "thou art that!". Zahahoria pulled that stunt several times, and she didn't go for, as she put it, "that faggy wierdo dothead s**t". She was all Jesus, Mary and Xtipil. Wayne might dig the latin-flavored Jesus shtick she served up, though he might become "concerned" at some of her practices, particularly the Diamondback Rattler Enema, but never mind.
So no, Sleazy hasn't gone all Alanis, and he ain't no Supposed Former anything. But the tunes are just being revved up right now, as Sleazy tries to put the Pok debacle behind him. You Remember: vocals for P.Box Album and Empire, right? Well, you may also get two more things: 'Fatherworks - Sleazy Hudson 1983-2003' (Sleazy's re-mastered Greatest Hits CD - for those into "Old Sleazy"), and some Web-Exclusive ditties. Sleazy only has to get the damn audio software to work right, which is a challenge given the endless, inane Cornucopia of drivers,hardware,software,ports,interrupt requests,"compatibility issues" etc. Keep praying,(if you don't pray, don't worry, you'll soon be Commanded to by law.)
So where is the P.Box album? Well, Studio time ain't free, you know, and even tho 15 dollars an hour is cheeep, its still money, and the College Pok studio at which the vocalese is being actuated keeps getting its equipment zapped by some Zanahorian nightmare virus. I'm sorry that that's the case. But you'll be the first to know when the vocalics are finally done.
Not so long after that, you may be groovin' out to "Intifada","Produxxion", "The Plexiglass Cubicle of Immanence", and other charming koans. So get your thing readdy to vibrate and vibrate hard for the new Millenium that will be ushered and gushered in.
Everything but the Vocals for everything up to and including "Lord of the Litterbox" is done, but those offers of free studio time just aren't coming in. I mean, are people THAT scared that the FBI/Immigration Smackdown Directorate/War-On-Terror-Free-For-All-Club is gonna come calling if they have any associations with this "Sleazy" character?? COME ON!!! Its time to stop COWERING in fear at the forces of opression and STAND UP!!! Rise UP !! but how?? here's your clue: sleazyhudson@yahoo.com.
Sleazy has completed everything but the vocals to 5 new traxxx for the Pasadena/Hotbox album PLUS 'Genoa 2001' and 'Burn On Plasma Goddess'. He is searching for a sufficently CHEEEP venue to record his vokkkals while continuing on his journey of keyboard plinking, Guitar-string-twisting, drum machine-real-time-not-sequenced-bashing for the BOX, and continues his scribbling down executioner's poems for the EMPIRE that he will one day bring to its knees. Offers of free studio space-time can be made to sleazyhudson@yahoo.com.
But just to whet you appetite a little, here is the Track Listing for the Pasadena Hotbox album/CD/mp3/bundle-of-intellectual-property-rights:
Sleazys Worxxx continue: he's back to recording the 'Pasadena Hotbox' masterwork, while not forgetting the urgent messages that ARE 'Empire'. Stay tuned for more revealing details in the near future.
While a few "advance" release singles have been mailed, the big splashdown for the "Pasadena"/"Hotbox" 'focus tracks' have not yet happened. That will happen when the S**T HITS THE REAL FANS. Ditto with "Genoa 2001" b/w "Burn On Plasma Goddess", when the vocals for the latter are done, right now, they are being suppresed by the delicate bourgeois social-climing sensibilites of Sleazy's unfortunate tenement-mates. They don't like to wierd noises coming from Sleazy's room, so its off to a "studio" such as Sleazy can find in this "free" society.
But something more ekkkciting than that is going on. The further tracks for the Pasadena/Hotbox full length mentioned before have been put aside for now, because Sleazy has been gripped by a manic new demon propelling him into his most horrific project yet: "E M P I R E". Sleazy understands the big long words, genius-level pure-energy universe-conciouness intelligence, and death-defying disrespekkkt for the Imperialist Death Machine that Antonio Negri and Mikkkeal Hardt have concocted and is busy translating their work for the oppressed and ignorant masses in a form they can feel in their spleens, hearts, assess and any organ that's still living. "Genoa 2001" was just the start: Sleazy is GONNA SAVE THIS WORLD. So get on board, KKKrakkklin Rose, or get ready to Answer To The Final Judge.
THE EXPLOSIONS IN NEW YORK AND THE PENTAGON WERE PREDICTED WITH PRECISION BY ZANAHORIA 6 MONTHS EARLIER, but the FBI would not listen, but nevermind. The real news is Pasadena and Hotbox are done. The single is ready for release. "Genoa 2001" and another mystery song are being recorded as we speak, to be released as a separate, unrleated single simultaneously with Pasadena/Hotbox. In addition, tracks for the "Padadena Hotbox" full-length are being recorded, including "Damn that Jersey", "the Montessori School", and "Blues for Mahatma Rosenburg". Sleazy is happening again, now that the FBI and CIA are pre-occupied.
Sleazy has been caught up in whirl-wind of new visions, including "Burn On, Plasma Goddess" and "Genoa 2001". You're probably wondering what happened to P.Hotbox. Well, some things just aren't co-incidences. Sleazy was recording the new, audible vocals to "Hotbox" when he recieves a call from his slumlord telling him he must move all his furniture so they can install new windows. (Read: replace the Ernest G. Wilson Panaxis bugging devices with new ones). The workmen smashed up sleazy's studio, caused a "power surge" that gutted the interior of the humble 4-track recorder that sleazy records his works of genius on, and sleazy had to purchase a new one. Sorry, but the vocals for Hotbox are just not up to snuff right now, and Sleazy has been distracted by new visions. These new visions were going to be transmitted via MP3 to you, but that's another conspiracy to tell about on another day. You will see the Hotbox and more one day. But bear with Sleazy. He is fighting very powerful forces, both seen and unseen.
Sleazy subjected the final mix to the Car radio test, and decided it didn't meet the High Standards that Sleezy sets. The vocals sounded like they were recorded on Ernest G. Wilson's 1972 Space Age Quasar answering machine. Listeners would not be able to make out the words of the Liberation Theology sleazy set out for them, and would be lost, wandering in a spirtual wilderness desperately waiting for something, anything, to show them the way. They'd be vulnerable to facist demagogues like George W.Bush, ready whip up war fever AGAINST THOSE GODDAM CHINKS. Their bodies would be floating in the waters of the Taiwan Straits, tokens of ....
Any way, so as much as Sleezy loved the gritty sound of the K-Mart Karaoke microphones used before, their static and distortion echoing the pain and filth of the lives of the masses he sent to soothe and vibrate, he made an Emergency purchase of a new DEE-LUXE microphone to make it all CRYSTAL CLEAR. So Get Ready.
The artwork is in the can, and the new casette single is in production now. don't ask if an MP3 will be available, because Sleazy's computer audio line was zapped by the CIA this weekend. They're trying to stop it, But Sleazy will prevail. And his thrill-giving spewing-forth of absolute nuclear truth will continue, by any means neccesary.
P.Hotbox has returned to Sleazy's agenda. Not long before this writing he was screamin' into the microphone about Pasadena, and Honey's got a hotbox, honey's got a hotbox, yessiree. After a long drought, and a harrowing period of 'muce block', it looks like it's gonna happen. There ain't much left to do. Get Ready.
Sleazy has been attacked by visions of new music in his head to the point where he had to put down "Pasadena Hotbox" and begin creating new songs. Those crusty old P.Hotbox songs from '97 have been sitting around too long. But Sleazy will get back to them, eventually. Whether the new stuff will be recorded and/or released before or after PHotbox or never can never really be known. You never know when the death machine will strike next.
Sleazy was finished with everything but the guitar track on "Hotbox" when the high E-string broke, not unusual the way Sleazy attakkks the strings, bending them to his total will to shriek and moan and express the pain of the enslaved proletariat, but this time Sleazy decided that rather than just replace a string, he was going to find out what that rattling inside the guitar was all about. Was it a CIA bug, perhaps? But this led to numerous disasters involving lost screws, springs, and rude, smelly filthy uncooperative music store employees, and it was only on Oct. 28 that sleazy's Fascist-Killing-Machine was back in working order. There is no end to the forces desperately trying to stop Sleazy from getting his Chunks of Truth out for you to Liberate Yourself to.
Sleazy is hard at work in the studio on "Pasadena" and "Hotbox" two songs we wrote just for you. He is trying to acheive the proper level of sloppiness and poor instrument playing that we have all come to expect from sleazy while at the same time not producing another "Hit the Road,Jack."
Sleazy has written more songs than you can shake a G. Gordon Liddy-brand Human-Strength Cattle Prod for Lawn Trespassers at, but those Damn New York Financiers keep calling Sleazy on the phone giving him that "brother, brother." No he doesn't want to buy stock in your corrupt regime, your piddly "dotcom" ventures or your wife-trading schemes. To them he says: Feel your own pain.
And then there's the "One Worlders". They also went into high gear right around the time of "Kids who Died for Sugar". And to them Sleazy says: Aint no jesus gonna come from the sky.
And then lastly we've got Hillary Rod Clit. Well, Sleazy AINT GOT NO MONEY. NONE FOR YOUR PATHETIC CARPETBAGGING SCAM. SO DON'T EVEN ASK.
J. Danforth Kennedy Esq., July 10, 2000 AD.