Michael Moorcock
Corum. The last of his race
Had to kick ass over sixteen planes
Elric. Kept alive by his sword
Stormbringer stole souls for the Chaos Lords.
Eternal Champion. Multiverse of the mind
Everything he wrote somehow intertwined
Michael Moorcock born in 1939!
The Sundred Worlds! The Wrecks of Time!
Moor...cock..cock...cock! Moor...cock..cock...cock!

Moorcock smoked pot with Lemmy
You think you wrote a lot of books, he wrote twice as many
Von Beck was Mike's Grandad
Best Eternal Champion a kid ever had
The Golden Barge or any of his stories
Ironic fables, simple allegories
The great rock-n-roll swindle... Well, why the fuck not?
Hawkwind and Moorcock write books and rock
Moor...cock..cock...cock! Moor...cock..cock...cock!

Arthur C. Clarke
Is this just a myth? Consciousness exists
Because of this monolithic obelisk genesis
Rewrite the ironic bit. His literary gift's eclipsed
By Kubrick and a Script, but undiminished by it!
Matters of security, he wasn't kept in the dark
For his help in the direction and perfection of radar
Now his life's one long weekend he's only speakin' in Sri Lank
Nobody parts the sea or starts an odyssey like Arthur C. Clarke!

Give it to 'em hard!! Hard SF!! ...Hey!!

Rendezvous With Rama. The Nine Names of God.
Childhood's End and then The Fountain of Paradise.
Then when we land on Venus or maybe Mars
Then when we touch the monolith-
Then we see the truth: Oh my God. It's full of stars!

Give it to 'em hard!! Hard SF!! ...Hey!!

Isaac Asimov
In '41 fandom was young, and Asimov's name was on every tongue
'Cuz in '41 Nightfall had come
Planet driven insane by an eclipse of the sun
A pair of lush sideburns & a bolo tie describes
The genius who brings us the story of I, Robot
So what, the term was coined by Kapec?
The Three Laws of Robotics ain't been broken yet!
Hey! He had to get paid writing fiction, non-fiction, teaching biochemistry
Fact: He wore so many hats.
Was in the Navy with Heinlein & L. Sprague De Camp!
No big thing, 'til Campbell took him under his Astounding wing
Foundation published before his sideburns had even grown an inch!
Psycho-historian, prophetic creation
Mule had to go and fuck up the equation
That's what you get when you make a sport of mutation!

Dude, these guys are amazing! I saw them at some art space in....I foget where in Boston. I think it was Larissa's last show with whatever band she was with at the time. And Gut played. But anyway, Bloodhag was fucking amazing!! They stopped the show and refused to keep playing until 10 people in the crowd showed their library cards, and at one point they took out a suitcase of books all people should read and threw them at the audience...

I wish I had seen them on the library tour.

I saw them at the Allston library and it ruled

We saw them in the Honan-Allston Library branch on that tour. It ruled. I still have the books they threw at me.

played with them in Seattle, nice dudes, they gave us a bunch of sci fi novels.

shatteredliz said:

oh yeah! I remember that well. It was at The Berwick in Dudley Square, one of my last shows playing bass for Pornbelt.

I GOT AN AMAZING BLOODHAG SHIRT, it's a librarian version of the Motorhead skull!

I keep trying to type in what the shirt I bought at that show says, but the Rev's spambots keep blocking me!

I figured out what the problem was. The B in the spam filter looked like a 6.

The shirt said:
THE SOONER YOU GO DEAF
THE MORE TIME YOU HAVE TO READ