I did a remodeling, say, my room a few days ago. Hmm ... The 'remodeling' sounds too serious. Basically I made a few stacks of demolishing some older stuff. Some move furniture, I raise stacks. This procedure is rare and is usually painful but never fruitless: who and what it brings to the surface objects from the distant past of the youth me. This time, the excavations unearthed a gamistero-anniversary edition of the anthology 'Amazing Stories'. 
We're talking about a huge cult, to an extent psychiatric maybe. Along with 'Asimov's Science Fiction' , the short story collections of Clarke, Asimov, Elison, Le Guin etc. and a frayed, come out from the depths of the '70s copy of 'Anthology of Soviet Science Fiction ' publications Cactus (!) Which I discovered in my parents' library next to something the comic Milo Manara , the 'Amazing Stories' consumed huge numbers hours from the rather lonely my adolescence. addition to the hard scifi stories, the magazine featured a more mellow, more pulp if you like stories. Can not to admit you to not lose nerd cred , but the truth is that I love. The collection then dug out by the rather indifferent title 'More Amazing Stories' , was one among other incredible short story entitled 'Eat at Joe's' a master Kiel Stewart . The title prefigures something gamato, and Stewart does not disappoint.
History begins in a decadent American diner, you know, the classic stereotype with red seats, the waitress who always suggests 'special' and 4-5 steady patrons who consistently nail in any stranger dared to set foot inside the establishment. One of these locals, therefore, requesting an refill cup of coffee starts to tell his friends how a few hours before saw with his own eyes the dead from the 80's idol, the Roy Orbison. Let's be honest: there was always something strange in Roy Orbison. Correction: something strange gamato . I will not elaborate any further, it should read One story, a few pages are also ADD and To have to cope. Now you tell me, what does all this have with the last essay of Crystal Stilts ... and You have it right.
Honestly, I can not answer with certainty. What I can say with confidence is that listening to 'In Love With Oblivion' , this story popped in my mind as if it had not gone day, despite the fact that mediated about 15 years since they last read it. You might blame the cover or titles of songs or hell, coming from the other world voice of frontman Brad Hargett , maybe it's the pervasive 'double feature, science fiction' nostalgic atmosphere conveys their sound - really do not know. 
Listening to the album I think we are decadent drive-in, sat in white leather seat of a Buick in '58 with a huge box of buttered popcorn in hand while the display Vampira preparing to xepastrepsei the gravediggers in the first scene Plan 9 From Outer Space . You feel the excitement 10 year old boy who has scam to get into night view inappropriate Forbidden Planet chezetai and more in phase with the invisible monster. Finally some eyes, can you imagine the makeup Dean 'Blue Velvet' Stockwell (one suave motherfucker!), with lamp-microphone , to follow the divine lip synch of 'In Dreams' with an equally outrageous performance the Precarious Stair. Strange things. The more I think about it, the more intense my pops this Orbison connection. And it's crazy: apparently the Hargett and Orbison have absolutely nothing in common , apart perhaps from his taste in sunglasses. I think both me earn the same kind of sweet melancholy , that your pops odd hours, usually at night, and the likes as anything else, even if we do not admit either the same yourself. Like a midnight viewing of 'Tarantula' , ένα πράγμα.
Τέλος πάντων. Αυτό το κείμενο με δυσκόλεψε πολύ. Για να 'μαι ειλικρινής, δεν θα το πόσταρα αν δεν ήθελα τόσο πολύ να γράψω κάτι γι' this record, even a snack. Tremendous almpoumara which comes with a tremendous comfort to the best sounds of 2011. It art D, and saying that the Raggedy Man , unpretentious art. And yes, I firmly believe that if Roy Orbison dig out from the grave of a nice evening with full moon, the dust will jacket, he wore the spidery Wayfarer of (reasonably with them would buried) will dig up the faded of Gibson, to be cleaned - with color pethamenatzidiki now - his voice and started to the nearest town in order to create a band like Crystal Stilts - all while singing lyrics of their 'Death Is What We Live For'.
Και ποιός ξέρει, πολύ πιθανόν να σταματούσε για μια ζεστή κούπα καφέ σ' ένα 'OPEN 24HRS' diner πάνω στον αυτοκινητόδρομο, κάτι σαν αυτό που περιγράφει ο Stewart...
" Joe's. Right at the crossroads. The power point.
Joe's is a diner, the kind they used to make, not some yuppi-fied decorator box. Could be it's even older than India ink. The magic part is older still.
My footsteps light, I turned back to look at the blinking neon sign.
'Eat at Joe's'.
Where it's always three A.M.
Where I set the magic free."
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