Gay Girls in Paradise

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: “You Only Live Twice” by John Barry

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "A Warm Place" by Nine Inch Nails

Kraken Mare :: Mars Underground :: StarGate :: V.2038 RA

Dedica una canzone al tuo amante per nome ... Invia il tuo nome e qualsiasi canzone, e Theater Electrique comporrà e organizzerà la musica solo per te .... Questa offerta è disponibile solo a Roma, Italia ... Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: This theme was written by my good friend, Jamie Horner... We used to spend hours together in the record shop in our village asking the sales clerk to play new classical recordings that just came from the fresh pressings at Mercury Records near the motel in Hollywood where we would frequently stay. Jamie always dreamt of flying when he was a teenager. He was the only person on board when his plane went down over the desert a few years ago now... The wreckage of his plane was found, but nobody on board and still when I visit, some people in the desert say a flock of wild birds was seen in the sky that day... “But music can only ever exist in our memory,” Jamie would always say, and he showed me a diagram he had been working on as a boy and then later at UCLA. I thought I had lost the diagram but I found it today. Holding the drawing to the Blood Moon, I found the outline of Elfin Runes shining through the pulpy paper. The one sheet peeled apart and I held two pages of Red Moon Elfin Runes Jamie had learned the language after the first Lord of the Rings played at the IMAX, so he he fluent. I had one friend from Limelight, the cybergoth nightclub in London, who could read Elfin Runes. We were up all night, and had breakfast at Farmer Brown’s Cafe in Covent Garden. We didn’t talk much at the table as the Cafe was crowded and it was raining outside. We didn’t want to be overheard then, or now. The diagram turned out to be more of a paradigm and the 17 synth modules Jamie had helped me arrange in my studio had each been assigned a coordinate and a locator sequence designed to be read like Ancient Egyptian Holografix, which is roughly translated into English from the more musical Elfin language as “Moving backward in time...” Jamie used to say “But music can only ever exist in our memory,” and I would always say, “...in this moment...? Or is it this one?” and I would reach into the air grasping at the space in between the notes, the space that is silent in between the notes is a real place. It is not memory.” I didn’t think our circular discussion of space, time and music meant much more than banter to him until I found this diagram and reset the sequential order of circuits in the synthesiser modules according to these numbers in the equations from the Red Runes. Suffice it to say, when the sun drifted in through the fog on Old Compton Street, I was still awake and all the electricity in Soho was down with the centrepoint of the blackout, I could only guess, more likely than not, my flat. By pale, orange candlelight, my pen found with a will of its own, more parchment paper from the bark of the same Paper Tree Jamie had saved to piece together two sheets, back to front, two into one. The Paper Tree, in Soho, being several hundred years old, had learned to shed it’s bark as sheets of high quality parchment paper to avoid being cut down by paper makers and crushed into pulp. “Jamie didn’t draw these diagrammatic Red Runes,” I tried to remember our banter whilst we were retiring that late stormy night, but instead I found myself wondering if I had been talking aloud instead of thinking to myself in a paranoid flash, I shuffled up all my notes and locked everything behind me, stepping lively on the cobblestones along Dean Street. The machine had been powered up for 3 minutes exactly before the automatic shut down and reset. Under the flickering candlelight, I noted down there was a new analog recording on the four track tape machine... the recording was 12 minutes long... And then I remembered the “Overthruster.” I had seen my friend slip this paper into his notebook at the start of a movie once, and I asked him what it was. He had said, “Oh, that? That’s nothing...” and the lights cam

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique :: "Lost Horizon" by Burt Bacharach :: Coming Soon :: London A. Dark, the ZaZen Gay Detective :: 223C Baker Street, W1 :: In 1928, Sherlock Holmes’ younger, upstairs, gay neighbor secretly accepts many of Sherlock’s clients who come to the wrong address by mistake... In his hidden underground nightclub and gay sauna at 69 Dean Street in Soho, W1, London Dark practices the magical rituals of Ancient Tibetan ZaZen, and it is there he will soon meet his protégé and confidante, the Boy Jack Wilder... “The clickity-clank of the horse’s shoes echoing on each cobblestone down Dean Street told London A. Dark exactly how many pints of double cream were left on the Milk Float drawn by the earliest horse of each day in Soho...” “The Soul may awaken to liberation, yet continue to animate the body it inhabits.” — London A. Dark, “ZaZen Secrets from the Dark”

Musique Mécanique par le Théâtre Électrique ::"Share the Joy" by Burt Bacharach

Mars Underground :: Kraken Mare :: Breakfast on Mars with Irene and Roger

In Nanda Parbat, the Ancient Tibetan method of sending an encoded message from the mind of the one through the mind of the many is here revealed... — London A. Dark, “ZaZen Secrets from the Dark”

Mars Underground :: Kraken Mare :: 2038 RA

When a Tangent Universe occurs, those living nearest to the Vortex, will find themselves at the epicenter of a dangerous new world :: Artifacts provide the first sign that a Tangent Universe has occurred :: If an Artifact occurs, the Living will retrieve it with great interest and curiosity :: Artifacts are formed from metal, such as an Arrowhead from an ancient Aztec civilization, or a Metal Sword from Medieval Europe :: Artifacts returned to the Primary Universe are often linked to religious Iconography, as their appearance on Earth seems to defy logical explanation :: Divine intervention is deemed the only logical conclusion for the appearance of the object, image or artifact. All that is gold does not glister, Not all those who wander are lost. The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost. From the ashes, a fire was woken, A light from the shadows did spring. Renewed is the blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king...