Date:    Mon, 23 Feb 1998 21:59:14 -0800
From:    Martin Acaster 
Subject: Ghost Story #20 7/21/97 The Ghost of Davy Jones Drivin His Cousin
         Caseys Space Train To His Locker

Hey there

finally have the time to get back to some ghosts....first off a large
plea for somebody with a copy of 12/5 Cleveland to end my quest for
utter ghostliness...and how bout those olympics...how many people think
Tara Lipinski is still not done with her first hangover....the high
point for me was those grand finale fireworks that looked like
saturn....those were very cool....otherwise a rather lame job of
coverage by CBS...especially on the west coast....I lust for kennedy as
much as the next guy but an olympic commentator...uhhhh what?....oh yeah
Ghosts...there are 7 from the summer/fall that I have yet to
cover...plus the elusive cleveland ghost....lets see...thanks to ??? for
this tape...If it was you please let me know

Ghost Story #20 7/21/97 Virginia Beach, VA Set 1

What a way to open the summer US tour...a new song, a new sound....the
funk was on the loose and it was kicking up sand...this one starts as is
typical from a short countoff....the prologue is lyrically flubless yet
somewhat vocally restrained...musically however it is popping and
funking, on all four cylinders immediately...a strong technofunky feel
from mc neon cell gap and the start of the summer bombing onslaught from
wing commander gordon and the people of the PLM....the ghosts are lively
leaping lizards...all squirmy and fresh...the Ghost Story itself starts
out much the same way...it is alive it is squirmy it is...oh my
god...its dirty...the pornofunk peaked its head out from under the
covers for 45 seconds or so before dropping into a ring my bell type
groove which certainly isn't the best one out there but it was a great
way to introduce this song to Mrs Jones...who had been unable to make it
to europe...not like Caseys cousin Davy...around the six minute mark the
covers are off and Casey and the missus are standing at the bedroom
window...dropping from somewhere out near the dog star was the Olaphian
mothership...it swoops in for a landing on the front lawn...of the
neighbors house...the Davy Joneses...cousin davy...the casey joneses
head back to the sack...for a litlle more of the old shagadelic
baby...oh yes ring that bell..some orgasmic wailing from mrs jones while
next door the Olaphians and Davy are away...swooping out across the
atlantic....Davy Jones in hot pursuit of his renegade pet from the
sirius star system..damn dog...always running away....the hyperdrive of
the mothership is wailing as captain Herr necklace makes the jump to
light speed...must catch that damn dog....at about 8 minutes into this
transatlantic flight.... the hyperdrive experiences a breakdown...a
shakedown....and the ship plunges into the ocean...the waters of the
ocean deep sloshing around the hull as the wakka wakka wakka of the
ignition key being turned by herr necklace fills the cockpit....sinking
down down down...the hull begins to leak...drip drip drip drip
drip...bloop bloop bloop ...furious...the dog is getting
away...sinking....sound the alarm...the menacing throb of the emergency
warning system as the pressure builds on the outer hull of the
craft....deeper they fall...strange how the ocean deep seems so similar
to outer space...so quiet...so dark so vast...the tinkling of water onto
the deck reminiscent of the twinkling of stars...finally the hyperdrive
reignites after 5 minutes of sinking deeper and deeper towards the ocean
floor...the space train is chugging again...soaring upward higher faster
the olaphian version of the william tell overture...like a giant squid
pulsing and throbbing towards the sun light...a splash a wobble some
turbulence....and they are airborne once again...a toot of the space
train horn and they make the jump to light speed.....in an instant they
are back home in virginia...the dog is scrathing at the back
door....that dog stole things...things he needed BAD...bad dog...bad
Jim....always running away.....

who you gonna call

Marty