An alien rock'n'roll singer writes about his observations on planet Earth.
Friday, July 31, 2009
GLOBOCITY
Since the death of Michael Jackson on Earth I had a very busy time in outerspace. We had to find a nice planet for Jacko to stay. And, holy moly, this man is very eccentric, even for extraterrestrial standards. But now I will be back on Earth, when my body VJ Rhaps is doing his first solo exhibition: GLOBOCITY. It's supposed to be mad alien art work looking like this:
My real name cannot be written and pronounced in any Earth language. But when I decided to spend some time on that planet I tried to find a translation of my name in an Earth language. The closest I could get was 'Sparklemaster' and since I am a pilot, my mates gave me the last name 'One'. I am part of the music group Blues Horror Brigade. We are all aliens/extraterrestrials with a strange mental disorder. Our shrinks jailed us in an insane asylum on the edge of this galaxy. We were forced to join a therapeutical music group. A few thousand years later we were released. Totally incureable. Since then we have been drifting through space and making a lot of noise.
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