The Fat Kid reporting. . .
EUGENE, OR – Decanus and the Biaviians’ "Lonesome No More!" tour without Broken Bells has been going strong with stops in Detroit and Flint, MI; Spearfish, South Dakota; Mission, Kansas; Grimes, Iowa; Gothenberg, Nebraska, and now they have landed in the illustrious railroad hub Eugene, Oregon.
Decanus Picto "performing" at Eugene, Oregon's Horsehead bar.
People generally don’t think of space music as a particularly political genre, but with recent releases by Decanus, Broken Bells, Flamboyant Ambidextrous Rex, Puffapotamus, The Donkeys, Poached Trout in a White Wine Sauce, Dead Monkeys, Chunk and The Goonies, and others, the space music community has taken on a somewhat different character. James Mercer of Broken Bells, for example, has taken a strong stance against stealing radio controlled cars from children, and has spoken out strongly about the need to carry flashlights when walking at night. And Zombie Joey Ramone has performed at several free concerts to benefit down-on-their-luck Carbona (not glue) addicts.
Decanus and the Biaviians have been part of this trend. The past few nights, before pressing "play" on his laptop, Decanus, in his capacity as presidential candidate, has been addressing audiences on political issues. Before last night’s show, he spoke to the Eugene, Oregon crowd about the oil spill in the Gulf of Mexico, and the issue of deepwater offshore drilling.
A transcript of Decanus’ ad hoc address follows.
Hello, Eugene! Hey everybody. Everybody settle down. Listen. Listen. Listen. Quiet down, man. Listen, man. I wanna tell you guys something. This fucking oil spill, man. This fucking oil spill is bullshit. Fuck BP, right? Damn straight. And you know, man, this is just another reason that you should all fill out applications to be a Decanus Picto 2012 Mine Slave. I mean, lemme tell you, man. The earth isn’t going to take much more of this, and certain Invisible Residents are not going to tolerate this kind of bullshit. They live down there, and they have the fucking technology to knock us right the fuck out of existence. And what are we even doing about it? Nothing, right? And asshole BP is essentially saying, I’m not sorry for the things I do. My brain is stuck from shooting glue. I’m not sorry for the things I do. Do dispersants, not glue. Well, FUCK them, man. So, you know, let's build a big fucking bunker in the ground and hide there for a couple of generations, right? Who's with me? Yeah, fuck yeah, man. Decanus and the Biaviians are here to get it on. So rock on, brothers, rock on. Or just sort of space out. Or whatever.
Decanus then pressed play, and sat down and read a magazine, much to the crowd’s delight.