Once it was that bassplayers conquer the world in a most sympathetic and friendly way producing the glueing low frequency sound that let people let stick together in a litteral and figural way.
That breed of bassplayers played weird sandwiched guitars, offsprings from a flower-powered company Al-and-something (it has to do with beer brewing) . At the head of this worldmoving wave were standing PAUL's: Prelats of the Al-something Using League. On this moment these Pauls already appear on earth and are called Paul (of course) and they play bass (well ...playing ...eur ... we try) on Alembics (th?t's the name: those weird sandwiches made of the most beautifull kind of wood you can imagine).
Beware: everybody can be a Paul!
We already have a Fake One!
(Brother Paul the fake one/the artist formerly known as Dino).
We have a Good one who live at the west side of the ocean and we have a Bad one living at the east side and a Partial one somewhere ...eur ... (oh ...we didn't find an Ugly one yet).
We have Paul's with the name of Bob, Joey, Manfred, David, MIchael, Mica, Ron, Susan, Valentino, Rami ...well you name it.
Join us!
Paul the bad one
PS, Hey Brother Paul the good one, my explanation is maybe not better but surely sounds weirder. Well ...everybody who runs out the house screaming after reading this is doomed to donate his Alembic to onbe of the Paul's -who will take good care of her- and must go flyfishing.
Jeezzz - I have to write a book with this nonsense. However ...I have to be carefull ...will there anybody take me serious ever? I DO write some serious reactions you know ...well ...that is to say ....from time to time ...mostly on tuesdays ....
LOL
(Message edited by palembic on August 25, 2003)
(Message edited by palembic on August 25, 2003)
