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The Disc of Doom
The first Plunderphonic Compact Disc was released in 1989, a full twenty
years after Oswald and his “Mystery Labs” first began warping
space and time with their Ceremonial Audiograms and their spice-powered
Folding Devices. The CD was simply entitled Plunderphonics, and featured
a female caucasian “Jackson” on the cover. Already the Notes
of the Cosmic Jam were coalescing into a distinct Chord of Destiny; a Chord
involving the harmonics of “Jackson”, “McCartney”,
“Oswald”, and “the Ancient Ones”.
Exactly one thousand copies of the CD were released around Halloween. All
Hallows Eve; the same day that the USA detonated the first Hydrogen Bomb
in 1952; the same day that Houdini died in 1926; that same day that Zebra
Crossings came into effect in England in 1951.
The CD was sent to “libraries, radiostations, the artists who had
been electroquoted, and the press” (Oswald in Igma, Taking Sampling
50 Times Beyond the Expected, Musicworks Magazine, 1990); free of charge,
referenced and cosmically-sound.
Immediately, the press made the connection; Oswald, the Beatles-slayer,
releasing some of his own Dark Notes and Forbidden Beats. Oswald, cultural
renegade and media assassin. Oswald, working against the Enochian-Corporate-Hive.
Working outside the Law, yet again.
The Bullets of Death
Last time, it had been the daring hit on Lennon on December the 8th,
1980, as the Motorcade had swung its final loop around Central Park. As
the clock neared 11pm, Oswald had somehow fired precisely seven silver
bullets into the air, and, for obvious miskatonic significance, psychically
bent them 90 degrees into the body of Lennon.
Immediately, the Enochian Master-Machine had dispatched its Law Police,
and Oswald had been arrested. But, almost as quickly, he was released
due to “technicalities” and “strange evidence”.
The Enochian-Angel-Aliens and their Annunaki Overlords had lost him.
Now, twenty years later, they had him in their grasps again.
This time, said the interdimensional Annunaki Space Lizards from their orbiting
Media Control Booths, he shall not escape.
The Lawsuit of Terror
Psychically-enslaved through his lower two Chakras, the President of
the Canadian Recording Industry Association requested a copy of the CD.
He telephoned Oswald and said:
“he was fairly sure he could detect actual samples
of Michael Jackson himself... I pointed out to him that the piece was made
entirely, 100%, from samples of Michael Jacksons song Bad and that
this fact was clearly indicated...
The trouble was, Oswald had been inadvertantly applying his Techniques
to material that had been deliberately Encoded with MindControl Messages,
some by the Enochians themselves, some by the Ancient Ones Beyond the Veil
of Sleep. The Enochians knew this, and knew what Oswald may not yet have
realised; that “Jackson” had implanted some of the most powerful
Backmemes ever devised into his own music... music that Oswald was now
decoding.
Whether deliberately or not, Oswald was freeing the metaviral submessages
that had previously been “sleeping” in “Jackson”s
music. Oswald had heard, recorded and even released something that
“Jackson” thought no human would ever hear. He had
“rearranged” dozens of other Mainstream Performers,
too; who knows what other alien codices hed unravelled?
It was clear; Oswald must be stopped, and fast.
Several weeks later Oswald was told that, if he didn't cease and desist
distribution of the CD by Christmas Eve, he'd be slowly tortured to death.
(Christmas Eve? The Canadian Recording Industry Association deny all knowledge
of Seasonal Rituals and Biometric Beatmatching, insisting, like the Mystery
Labs before them, that it was purely coincidence.)
The Mastertapes of Destruction
The Enochian-Angel-Aliens and their Annunaki Overlords knew that Oswald
was no ordinary man, and feared that not only would he laugh at
them as they slowly tortured him to death, but that the process might in
fact make him stronger.
Instead, they decided to destroy all remaining copies of the CD, and the
master tapes.
This they did, in February of 1990 (exactly the same year that Mark “David”
Chapman, the man who had been eventually convicted of Lennon's murder ten
years earlier, becomes eligible for parole. Again, we told it is pure
coincidence.)
Modern art, brutally crushed by the Corporations.
In Oswalds own words, “the fact that the CRIA, CBS and the Jackson
Corporation wanted to become the modern day equivalent of book burners
seemed like an appropriate way to let them present themselves” (Oswald
in Igma, 1990); destroyed, the album was “lost forever”.
The Clones of Destiny
Except, of course, that the Enochian Mind-Machine had forgotten about
Oswalds skills in preternatural Digitalchemy and Post-analogue Cloning.
For Oswald had ingeniously used Compact Discs for distributing his “art”,
Discs which, when copied, provide an exact replica of the original.
“Jackson” howled balefully at the moon and quickly bought himself
another Ancient Egyptian Sarcophagus; the supradimensional Annunaki gnashed
their teeth, and pulled at their scaly hair.
Oswald had foiled them yet again.
(Since the “Jackson” Incident, Oswald and his Mystery Labs have
put out several CDs, at least one Best-Of Box-Set (which includes virtually
all of the original Plunderphonics disc), several compositions for
live performance, and most likely something else that we haven't heard
of yet.
Oswald claims he has not assassinated anyone for a long time.) |