"Parry The Wind High, Low"

SUBJECT: "This is a song about a UFO convention I went to down at LAX airport." - Frank, Toronto '93.

From an interview, Mondo 2000 No. 10, c. 1993, by David Kushner...
M2: In "Parry The Wind, High, Low", you go to a UFO convention and use some "electric glasses with light"
FB: Yeah, you mean the glasses with the pulsating' light and stuff? I tried those at this UFO convention. I always wanted to buy one. This guy was charging ten bucks or something ridiculous for ten minutes, and he had this whole collection of CDs. It was the worst! I don't know if he had the wrong program or was afraid to get sued by someone who went into heart palpitations but he was a rip-off.
M2: There's a place like that in Soho, where you're listening to waterfalls and whale farts and stuff while the lights are flashing.
FB: Then I went to this other guy who was charging three bucks for five minutes. You just sat down in a chair and he was like, "How hot do you want it?" "Yeah, all the way!" VVVVVVRRRRRRMMMMM! I was, like, "Oh yeah, here we go!" In the song, it gets a little fictional at that point. You know, the "electric glasses with light" become a kind of doorway,a gateway to a kind of cyberspace where he can communicate with things from beyond, from out in the cosmos. Other planets, basically. I didn't experience that, though. The song jumps back and forth between some lonely desert road where some poor fucker in a Buick is getting abducted by aliens, to the real UFO convention where they only *talk* about that stuff. I go back and forth through the electric glasses.

LYRICS:
And if a ship meets your car / You know you can't go real so far / They could treat you real nice / Or put a tracking device / Way down inside / I'm checking out invention at the UFO convention tonight / Planes above the Hilton make it sunny, brought my money tonight / Blue blond ladies of abduction strumming guitars of instruction delight / A lot of wanna-be truckers making eyes with starfuckers tonight / I got my hand on some sights / Electric glasses with lights / They got me feeling deluxe / For just a couple of bucks / Way down inside / I'm getting patterns from a trekker and it sounds like soul records to me / They're waving hi from some gazebo, waving on to Arecibo to me / Getting patterns from a trekker, sounds like soul records to me / Patterns from a trekker, sounds like Desmond Dekker to me / Sleep machine / In your silo / Transmarine / Things you've never seen / Parry the wind high, low / Parry the wind high, low

LIVE: 93/94

ACOUSTIC: yes, but rarely