Ringo star was there in attendance giving a speech on how it is only in good nature to be the last cool Beatle to live if only the world acts fairly. A Phantom Elvis showed up, only temporarily, sipping sparkling grape juice from a steam boat-shaped mug. The universal tour is scheduled to kick off this February starting in Venus where reportedly Lee claimed motivation to "Take a break from those earth chicks, Venus is where the real romance allures. Fiery eyes, slick thighs!" 

Questioning how the tour would be funded, Lee answered Brain Rot News Channel 66.1/6  by saying it was somehow covered by the new tax-vaccuum stimulus war efforts plan. It was either that or 'hand it to the arabs' from the interview snippet with Larry King (Interview may have been altered by A.P.) There was a choice to take the raggedy old Nasa spaceships but he chose the custom built Tesla free energy design because (If Jay Z and the stuffed corpse of Madonna are riding along, this air-cruise is going to have to be in style!"
Featured singles:
TheWorldThatAteMyBrain.mp3 2.98MB
Mile Thick Anxiety (Mile High Ectasty) (8.28MB)
(Download the entire album below.)

The album is described as "...a collection of improvised, first take, soggy, instrumental,vocal,insomnia-induced sounds of b-sides, first takes, dance hits and in-progress recordings from the year 2009 released 'just because."


The song titles are MP3
links. Just left click a song to stream or right click and save a song
to download. You can view all of the files here listed at the archive.org
http://www.archive.org/details/TopPopClassicsOfTheAstralRealm
That site has all of the file size information and a pop-up player.
The last.fm music website also has the album for streaming
at lower bit-rate here.


Song listing:
01. July Ice )
02. Been To Smokey Hills (Improvised)
03. Mile Thick Anxiety
(Mile high ectasty)
04. Like A Vulture (Improvised)
05. Flyin' Up
06. HEY (In The Box)
07. The World That Ate My Brain (Improvised)
08. Filthy Sea (Improvised)
09. Darlin' Ms. Invisible
10. Pre-Lewd (Improvised)
11. Reckless Reclusion (Improvised)
12. Promise Land
13. Susie Q
14. Runnin' My Own (Improvised)
15. Down By The Tracks
16. Putmeinagoodmind

Okay, So here is the newest bundle of songs I have available to ear-consumption. As many (or very few) know I've been releasing a lot of music lately, so if you want to keep up to date on which other songs are up you can go to leemonster.netfirms.com/music.htm
If you can support these released by picking up a physical copy, that'd be very dear and nice of you but even if you can't do that, and actually enjoy the songs then at least try to catch one of my shows or spread the music along to other people. I'd like to keep a flow of enough made to keep producing more music/supplies to print flyers and album artwork and whatnot, but yeah just to even know people listen to 'em is nice too.
Most of these are pretty lighthearted, The full length will have a lot of comedy/drama.. A good mix. Also check out the "A Taste Of Death:The Infomercial" CD Sampler I put up a very short while back.. Those are a completely different style of tunes and I've been working my ass off on getting that album finished lately.. The harder I've worked on any instrumental stuff really, So when both these projects come out I'm going to make sure they damn well get heard unlike everything in the past. (Should I save the music industry rant for another article?)


Leemonster - Reckless Reclusion EP
(Released 09/2009)

Click for larger sized album cover

Songs:
01. Our place is outta Here (2.24) download MP3
02. Trainride II(Breakin') (3:05) download MP3
03. Hit Or Miss (1:51) download MP3
04. Train Tracks Song (With Dylan Pakkala) (4:48) download MP3
05. Darlin' Miss Invisible (2:51) download MP3
stream songs here

You can order a physical copy of this EP for $4.00 through Paypal
if you like the songs and want to support the music

Okay, so there you have it. Remember, these are FREE so if you can support, by any means, that'd help.. I still am meaning to come up with some extra album artwork that you can download to go along with this CD (A track listing page and an insert.)
The Full Length is pretty much finished for the RECKLESS RECLUSION FULL LENGTH
and well as the DEATH:THE INFOMERCIAL soundtrack album, I'm just waiting to
see if I can get them distributed by any trustworthy and good label.. Mostly local.
If anyone has any suggestions for good labels or whatnot, I'd be happy to hear.

Here are the song titles of a few other songs that will be on the full length, just to get your imagination poppin:
"What crawled up your ass (This time)"
"The Girl With The Bird Tattoo"
"Hot Air Balloon Hijack"
and a 6:40 song called "My Psyche Had An Itch"
It's funny how on all of the improvised songs the lyrics come
out much more meaningful as compared to written material.

Alright, I'm very tired.. Especially after all of this music promotion mumbo jumbo.
It makes me feel like a tool, I'm not a tool, am I!? Like I said, If you dig it, Help spread my music! If you hate it.. Tell everyone how much I suck, Then listen to the radio.
Myspace is becoming very painful to use, They flagged my website as unsafe.. But I had noticed that any corporate affiliate site is completely fine to link to, like a CBS or VIACOM run site, but mine is halted as 'phishing, and spam' even though all it has on it are my personal artwork, music and writings. What a bummer,man.

There was change rattling in my pocket and I was skateboarding over a dead bird. I'm not sure what kind of bird but it was... Speckled and the size of a chickadee. The morning I had woken up to see a flashy rainbow staring down at me saying 'Wake the fuck on up!"
"I'm already awake!" I would have muttered, if rainbows could talk.. And we definitely wouldn't think of them as blissful or wonderful if they could speak. Quickly we'd be disgusted of their dominating attitude yet admire their willpower to show up just whenever the hell they feel like it.

Anyhow, I'm sure at least two or three people noticed that I put up a new song, Called "Darlin' Miss Invisibile." Maybe a fourth person will notice, who knows. There'll be four other songs that will hopefully not skew beside, but match the song on an EP called "Reckless Reclusion" basically a stripped down singer-songwriter style fistful of songs, and if that goes well, the full length will be there too... Bla bla bla, I'm sure this is interesting to read, right? Like I said before, I hadn't hired that buff shouldered hip dressing marketing manager and won't anytime soon, so unless I start using subliminals, things like these will be occasionally posted. But they don't have to be completely mundane, now, do they!?

Check out this 'Groovin' ad campaign approach:
Hey all you stellar lads and ladies out there. You've heard it before with the chart toppin' ass shakin' G-spot ticklin' cool aid spiked hit "I've got lots of money (And I'll Buy Whatever Plastic I can)" and now he's back! That's right, Leemonster is back in the game with his new CD Sampler "A Taste Of Death:The Infomercial" with high video rotation and a signature release of limited edition beer cozies. He'll be rockin it out on tour with the Jonas Brothers and gettin' 'Really extreme' partaking in his three stop international tour!

Well, I'm working on it.. I figure if I can get a 5'2 or shorter balding annoying disc jockey who wears flauntingly bright button up shirts to be the advert voice then I'll really have something going. Oh well. I do have a sampler cd out though, with that name, and bla bla bla you can download that for free here http://www.leemonster.netfirms.com/deaththeinfomercial.html because the folk and soundtrack music just won't mesh so well on one CD, ya know?

I'll be playing a show on a gallery opening night for my photography OCT 5th in upstate NY in Ithaca. You can lurk on over to the site for information.

Okay, Anyhow, all that is out of the way now.. I sometimes get the feeling of having to wipe sweat off my brow when going through that sort of thing. Is my promoting getting any better? That is what this site if for, right? Hocking music down peoples throats, or vanity!? Internet, for vanity, 3d for showing off all the cool new things you've bought over the internet?

Yeah,Yeah,Yeah, Here's the gem of this entire post for those that made it to the bottom:
"Well, Art is Art, isn't it? Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west and if you take
cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does. Now
you tell me what you know."
-Groucho Marx

"I need to wait for the world to catch up So I can Relish actual serenity"
.."Or maybe you need to quit thinking about condiments and find your own serenity out-
side all those stuck with forks in their heads."

Condiments:From french word Condire, or to preserve.. Quit thinking about preserving what's already built, there's no fixing it~ Go out unto your own, It tastes much better.
(They never let me write the damn fortune cookies.)

I have finished some new songs, aside from some folk-type projects I am working on a soundtrack-themed album. Yes,I really hate advertising/attempting to promote music, I'm not very much the best at it. Anyhow, take a listen and hopefully you'll enjoy it. Comments appreciated. I'm quite tired and need to work on editing songs some more. I'll be playing some shows soon, keep an ear out. P.S You can download the link below the streaming flash player.

You can go to this page for future updates on the album and other music.
 I'm off for a long walk
-Lee


-A taste of DEATH:THE INFOMERICAL (song updates Phase 2)

 
.. A Taste Of Death:The Infomercial.mp3 11:43 11MB

 Aible's Worn Soles
Written '08/10/2009' by Leemonster

         I tramped into town--- Silence. A slight humming from badly structured electric lines and radiator fans later chimed in, but nothing else. A breeze through the air being strangled still by the thick, hot wet air. Teenage daughters locked in their bedrooms staring to mirrors only reflecting faces of bone-hugged superstars. Fathers winding down on living room sofas.

    My feet slip against the ground. Dead skin on my foot, toes almost extruding through the holes in my shoes, barely contained from piercing through by my wet socks. I sit on a milk crate in the middle of this universal mess… Searching for subjects to write. A pen between my grip as I hold it like an arrow pulled back ready to pierce the flesh, but the act of story and structure feels like the ideal of skinning and preparing the meat… To starve for the ease to avoid given preparation?  Starved like the daughters about to sneak through their windows or staved like the life away from the single mothers all ugly to the eyes of entertainment.

    One casual glance at Eden. It exists, out there. I’ve breathed it in. It is that breath where you can exhale freely without a large choking jolt or series of coughs from bad air. I look at the street signs and see wall street quotes. The phonebooks tell me “Obituary,” but I don’t write the books. No wonder I’ve remained forcibly unlisted for so long. An owl stares down from a flickering streetlight. Metal barricades and steel sheds, the broken lights within the letters of store names, all surrounding me. Drug houses and foolish musings of bar scenes are the only source of night activity, but no source of life.

    I look up towards the owl then back down at the empty note page. I scribe the date “08/10/2009,” A start. I get up to continue walking… In a section like this it’d be miraculous to avoid a patrol car pulling over and interrogating me. My footsteps continue the count taken since I had learned to walk. I taught myself distance even though when learning to tie my shoes I was hesitant at young age. Well, we all have to graduate from velcro street light shoes someday. My thoughts meander me with a heavy crush while I walk away from the neighborhood to a less populated area, with frequent eye-jerks from peripheral vision as I swear to see shadows moving across the ground alongside my own.

    Any novel about the horrors of mankind or any science fiction of the mind chamber are put to dust now. Who am I to partner the subject of these topics? The trance wears so heavy that we often forget or deny that it exists. Growing fat and weary, poisoned and forgetful to a ground down stump that once had branches, and leaves and life, now just a circle of rings to remind of times once lived and roots that grasp to the soil. Roots that grasp trying to remember. Starting from velcro then dying with velcro shoes. What use in tying knots?

    CLICK,CLACK,CLICK,CLACK
Shoelaces keep tempo with my steps. Left, right, left, right. A marching man a-wol from this fantasy world, ridden from these projections but still stuck in the hoax. I pass factories still opened with lights glaring through caged windows. The sounds of loud fans drowning away small streams beyond highway signs. I swear there’s a shadow, but I look back… Nothing… Nothing but the stars in the sky that we gaze up upon to dream… Those left remembering they live.


    Any normal man will die having nothing answered. The mysteries remain mysteries along the way and any ounce of respect must be either inherited or dodged from blackmail or heresy. To play in the game is to leave all of the bullets remaining in roulette, and this has become the standard.


    I can look you up in the phonebook any time from anyplace, but the more I sore my own feet I see that my name is in there too. I just hadn’t looked hard enough, maybe afraid to browse the details. The thickness of the air holds me in it’s grip, like friction’s hand squeezing me. I take off my overcoat and roll it up into a ball then stuff it into my back pack. This shadow, this shadow! I breathe easy then laugh… There’s a brightness from a stop light, from red to green. I look up to see the owl peering down to my eyes. It is the owl that had been perusing… Following.
    I stared back, deeply projecting my anguish, hopes and past, Slightly humored that there’s a feeling of better communication and understanding between different species than my own. We shared a depravity of need: To live in a different environment, A different world. The owl, Stuck within a platform built around it trapping it within and myself: wandering town and town again never being able to adapt.  There was something I needed to write but I just couldn’t start it… Then I thought to myself, in explaining it all… A blank page was just enough. The date, and then nothing. The only change would be to update the scribbled date, once a day for eternity.

    Luckily, my footsteps were untraceable. The soles were worn so scorned that they hadn’t a chance to leave a track. I’ve had my sins and I’ve had my charmings, Had ripped away winning tickets. The jackpot was not the answer nor the arrow or the angst. We’ve had a blank page to fill forever, but my footsteps were never there. I’d made it to Eden but each path had gone covered.
Call me,
Aible. 

Days without sleep

New songs: (Phase one)
 Electric Lines (Second Take) (2.43 MB 2:38)*
 The Amazing Swine Flu Song (1.78 MB 1:56)*
 March Of The Time Bandits Pts 1&2(4.77MB 5:12)^
 (Electric Lines (3rd take) (RIP Camera, Permanently.)
* Recorded 06/12/2009.
Dylan P.-Guitar on Electric Lines/Lee M.-Vocals Harmonica
Lee M.-Guitar Vocals on Swine Flu Dylan P. Background Vocals Percussion
Early takes of songs. Lyrics to Electric Lines Here 
^ Off the upcoming soundtrack-oriented album DEATH:The Infomercial


Sleeplessly,
Lee