THURSDAY
November 8, 2018 | doors at 8:00pm
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Dude City Productions presents:
STATE CHAMPION
Arbor Labor Union | Sunset Pig | New Junk City
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State Champion
As exemplified by Parson Weems and too the personality cult of Dave Thomas; a thin line exists between fact and fable. A spatial vacuum occupied only by His Airness. Gaps in parchment and in scroll are susceptible to the sway of the raconteur. Like the clay tablets of Samaria and the Annunaki creation myth, an understanding of origins is fundamental. State Champion is no different.

It was June 21, 2007, the summer solstice; a 13-year old girl's legs were severed just below the knee at Kentucky Kingdom. The Hellevator was reportedly being dismantled. WHAS was running a special report. Aaron Osbourne could see Vicki Dortch, the Clip-Art graphics and the scrolling Hot Lotto picks but he was thinking about the Hellavator. He was beside himself, like DEA Agent Sean Vetter in A Man Apart after his wife Stacy is taken out by Diablo. The ghostly relics of the mid-90s came back to him one-by-one; Starchaser, The Vampire, Quake--all dismantled at the climax of their reign; scrapped and sold while the relics of their existence were doomed to fade like the taglines of dead wrestlers.

Aaron took his brother's Kentucky Kingdom pass, a couple of vouchers and told Ryan to meet him at the park entrance. Aaron seemed disbanded. He met Ryan on the curb. The two were quickly solicited by a Mikie Poland and a Sabrina Rush who were pushing bootlegged smut out of the trunk of a Saturn SL1. Ryan asked Mikie what kind of smut he had and Mikie said that he had Captain N: Game Master hentai and Ren & Stimpy claymation bondage. Aaron took a step toward Sabrina and asked her if their allegiance as mercenaries could be bought and she said yes. A price was established. He handed them a pair of entry vouchers and held onto a couple of claymation smut VHS tapes as collateral.

They passed through the turnstile. The Hellevator was quarantined. There it stood, like the prophesized Red Horse of the apocalypse banished for the bloodlet it was fated to bring. The pillar was to be absolved. The sequence reactivated.
Much of the coup was plotted at The Thrill Park Theatre during a screening of Dino Island. Security was beginning to change shifts at the Hellavator entrance. Sabrina used her coquettishness and a closeout markdown on Loritabs to draw a 17-year old employee away from the gate. Mikie crawled through a stint of shrubbery and handcuffed himself to the base of the Hellevator.

Security guards surrounded the tower. Mikie claimed to be the Black Horse of the apocalypse and bluffed C4 to hold them at bay but one of the guards pressed the Child Safety release switch on the side of the handcuffs and asked him to leave. The four of them were escorted out of the park as the Hellevator was slowly brought to its knees.

From that day forth, State Champion was to reign across the land in the form of pestilence and war until the Pillar of Hell again defiantly emerged from the earthly soil like a boner at midnight mass.
Arbor Labor Union
4 Years ago, in the Peach state of Georgia, there was a mighty green Conifer tree whose limbs were wider than the smile on the sun. From this tree hung many a seed. The tree was home to so many creatures big and small. The most fun of them all was perhaps MR. BIRDSONG. Mr. Birdsong was a single white dove known for his beautiful voice and powerful wings. Sometimes, Mr. Birdsong would be so lost in song and dancing that his wings would knock loose one of the Pinecones! The armored seed would then whoosh toward the ground and sometimes break open on the forest floor below. But you see, it’s very dangerous when this happens. For inside each pine cone on the mighty green tree lies all of the possible decisions a living person can make! And, luckily, in these seeds on that particular day was the possibility that 4 lifelong friends would decide to form an eternal union founded in sound. Arbor Labor Union was born! Their roots immediately began to burrow deep into the earth (some say towards the ear of Pythagoras!). Most trees in the forest try to grow fast. Many trees’s desire is to race one another to the clouds and back. These four trees, however, are growing slowly together. They know beyond every cloud is a radiant, true blue sky and they aim for no less than the cosmos! No one knows which one of the four spoke first. Mr. Birdsong was there and he swears that they all spoke in unison. He sings about it like this:

“Listen now!
O! dear listener
For what I sing is True
Out from the sound of song forest
4 trees sang I AM YOU”

The trees are still singing in unison today. Most recently the song they could be heard singing has been said to sound like this: “IHer Yu! Ihear u! Iher YOU!”

New Initiate, you must be ready to find these young trees! For those of you who have received this message in full I have included a map below:

In the case that your map gets stolen, I am sorry. It looks as though you will have to hear your way there. Remember these instructions- if you press your ear to the ground you will find that it too has a sound… and it sings:

“Past the VOLUME PEAKS
And down the RADIANT MTN ROAD
Past the Palace of Sleeping Songs
And the meditating toad
It is there that you might find
Four trees singing so divine
I HEAR YOU I AM YOU
And together we shall shine!”

The bond of music is resounding. And to add more lava to the volcano of song should be sin. For it is known the world could use some silence. But the Arbor Labor Union is still growing in agreeable song. Toward the planets. Toward the Polestars. And toward the People. We are adding bricks to our Tower of BABEL. We are building our song up to Heaven. For belief in an honest sound is BELIEF’d among us. Take the SILENT OATH. Look no further. You have arrived for you have been here all along.

We are your banner men. The image on your flag is written in our hearts. It shall be done, for it is already accomplished.

JOY OR DIE

Together we are:

Captain Brain Atoms Starship IHU Mind Leader/Omega Kindess One
Captain Ryan Evers Starship IHU Extratonal Grin Generator
Captain Bo Orr Starship IHU Jester Shaman/ Headless Guru
Captain Ben Salie Starship IHU Weathervane Mystic/ Love Ambassador

Sincerely,

Jonah Vark


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S E C O N D T R A N S M I S S I O N
STARSHIP IHU INITIATION FORM
(FOR NEW USERS AND LISTENERS)
(TO BE SPOKEN AND HEARD ALOUD)
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“Music is a Language. What do Musicians have to Say? What do They have to Say to People? What do They have to Say Now?”
—Herman Blount

Place Your Forehead to the Digital Communication Device screen (Cellular Phone, Computer, Television) before You Close Your Eyes. Do this Completely and Absolutely. It is Important that the Reader Now empty Their Mind to the best of Known Ability. Chant the following Haiku until Your Mouth no longer Tastes like the Alphabet;

“Come Within to Now
Naked before The Mirror
And sing I AM HERE”

Now…

“Hello & Welcome to the Thousand Eyed Present (to Understand this, it is Important to Know that there are Others reading this Transmission alongside You in Time. And it is Important to Know that They can be located).”

First:
The World is dying.
It has been.
It can be seen.
And it can be felt.

However.

However, oftentimes, this dying World is seen and felt WITHIN an individual, which begs this question: is the World dying WITHIN? What WITHIN the World is dying? What is this dying World WITHIN? More simply, what is the World WITHIN?

The World WITHIN is the Sum Total of an individual, Experiencing the World WITHOUT through the many Senses. It is the Holy of Holies. Every individual is Holy and has something WITHIN that is so incredibly special and significant to Give to, and be Experienced by, the World WITHOUT. But WITHIN must be cared for, as One tends to a Garden. WITHIN must be Alive. If it is not cared for, if it is not Alive, what can be Alive WITHOUT You? You must make the effort to Form a Living Union WITHIN. And then, You must make the Effort to Unionize Your Labor WITHOUT.

The Arbor Labor Union is just such an Effort. It is four individuals WITHIN the WITHOUT, and the Past, Present, and Future crew of the Planetary Defender, Starship IHU.

The Starship IHU seeks the Necessity of All. It is a Music-Generating Machine created by, and giving birth to, the Arbor Labor Union. Its Labor begins with the Sense of SOUND, for All is Senseless WITHOUT SOUND. That is, WITHOUT SOUNDNESS, which is the SOUNDNESS WITHIN. The Music its crew generates is about Music. It is about Hearing the Music. And It is about Hearing the Other. And That is All. In doing so, the Music asks the Listener: do You Hear It? does It Hear You? is Your Self Being Heard?

If You Hear the Music, then You will Hear what is SOUND. There is a Place for Your Self Being WITHIN the IHU, a Place that will reveal that which is WITHOUT You, a Place which longs for the Experience of Your Sum Total.

You are on a planet which is the World. And There is a Labor to be Done. What Labor must You Do? What is the Great Labor that calls to You?

There is always a Labor to be Done, but it does not have to be Done Alone. There are Others, even Now. Know Your Self Being. Then Know the Others. Then Unionize Your Labor.

As is Said:
JOY OR DIE

Dear Reader Listener Initiate:
You have found Us.
For You have been with Us All along.
I Hear You.
As Do We.
We are Your Banner Men.
The Image on Your Flag is stamped upon Our Hearts.
The Labor shall be Done.
For It is already Accomplished.

Together, We, the Arbor Labor Union, are:
Captain Brain Atoms Starship IHU Bright Light Being/ Island Singer
Captain Ryan Evers Starship IHU Fraternity Facilitator/Euphoria Conjurer
Captain Bo Orr Starship IHU Laughing Dog/ Numberless In Command
Captain Ben Salie Starship IHU Commissioner of Kind Sound



NOTE ON MAP OF PREVIOUS TRANSMISSION: It dates back to a Time when the World did not wish to die. WITHIN nor WITHOUT. It directs a Way to be Alive. It is complex in its simplicity and must be understood as such.

ALL YOURS,
ALU
:)
SUNSET PIG
New Junk City
New Junk City is a louder-than-they-need-to-be punk band from Atlanta featuring current and former members of way too many other bands to name.