Monday, January 16, 2017

The Hideous Bible and Ozark Revelations by The Lost Bums


The Hideous Bible


S.A. Griffin's altered bible.

It all began in a cabin on the Lake of the Ozarks during the last week of May 2015. The Lost Tribe plus The Carma Bums, minus our late, great and dearly beloved electric brother Scott Wannberg, now, The Lost Bums. At the risk of killing one another, we four bad brothers; M. Lane Bruner, S.A. Griffin, Doug Knott and Mike M. Mollett, all decided to get together and art it up. 

Murderer's Row: Doug Knott, M. Lane Bruner, Mike M. Mollett, S.A. Griffin.

Michael Bruner created four books like the altered copy up top; all clean, yellow and empty except for random images that he had pasted into each. Our job, each of us, including Bruner, was to fill these books with random thoughts, words, poetry, etc. in response to the images we encountered in our books, what was going on around us at the time, or whatever resulted in the flashes of electricity that spark regardless.



Pages from S.A.'s altered bible.

Sitting on top of a table, the yellow book looked kind of like an old Gideon's Bible you'd find in some hotel room. Thus, our version, The Hideous Bible. Something that we too might contribute to the lost and found in some lonely hotel room where humans often find solace and religion in flickering televisions and hungry skin where insects are martyred by the light.


The Hideous Bible!

The first part of the Hideous Bible is comprised of these four books by each member respectively with words in the order they spilled forth, unedited. The second part of the book, the Prophesies, were written in response to  this experience in the Ozarks after returning home. The third part, Lost Manifestoes, was created by deleting (or erasure, as some refer to it) two of Andre Breton's surrealist manifestoes.


A genuine pocket book full of streaming sermons for this New Gilded Age of Felonious Unreason. So get with it, drop the Gestalt and get with the assault! N
ow you too can get with the times and assault your intelligence by owning your very own copy of this strange little book. For $15 out the door, this can be yours! Amaze your friends and confuse your dog! Impress the cat who could care less about you or this book! Grok with Spock in secret Vulcanese which has nothing to do with this book or Robert Heinlein!! But if there's time enough for love, there's time enough to read. Back channel me (or if you know them, contact any of the guys) and I will be glad to lay one of these petite beauties on ya!

BUT WAIT... THERE'S MORE!!!!



The other sweet child that came as a result of that art-a-thon in the Ozarks was this CD, 
Ozark Revelations by The Lost Bums. Minted in an edition of 100, precious few left of these babies remain on our vast warehouse shelves. Recorded in Springfield, Missouri this CD is a document of The Bums laying down some classic Lost Tribe / Carma Bums material, some spontaneous stream stuff along with some good old artsy-fartsy dorking around. Hear Doug Knott soar glit-glit in canyons of bright thought! Hear Mike Mollett deride his empty chair and swear to never sit again! Hear Michael Bruner go wild with artistic abandon proclaiming the Ten Commandments of Love! Hear S.A. Griffin hesitate!


For those of you unfamiliar with the phrase, "out the door", it simply means all costs including taxes, shipping, hidden fees, etc. What you want to say to the used car salesman or the person selling you a new stereo in order to avoid sticker shock, "But I thought..." Thinking. That other sin. It's what's for dinner. So go ye now, sin and let us consume freely. Let us be practiced sinners together as we agree to disagree, thus allowing all to sin freely according to their own free will and credit scores. But just so you know, Will's fine. Talked to him yesterday at Trader Joe's. But what about free? Free, free!! Set free free again!!! I will if you will, so will, Will. Offer not good in states of delusion, confusion or exclusion. Good everywhere else this merchandise is not sold or given away.



The Whistleblower

Love,
S.A.