"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