nargle. greetings earthlet. final transmission from zargon-3 comme
nces:

iG!

duh? micro what?

Pah... krl and fluff've done the newsy news file, so i
think i'll just
take this opportunity to have a rampant hate filled speil against t
he
world as a whole. Why not, it's not what i'm paid for? Hell, i've n
ever
had a good rag off at this piece of shit round-in-circles wannabe
scene
we're stuck in, so i might as well now... screw the optimism shit
, i
want a bit of good ol' fashioned fatalistic bitching. maybe.

and now, for a taste of things to come

before i begin, allow me to pour myself a quiet drink.
could a group
like av go out on any note other than a half-tanked warble? hell
no!
for that full warm taste - grand marnier. for that subtle quality

madarine napoleon. and cos deep down we're a bunch of whinging dr
unks,
a carlton draught and an uzzo (with warm regards to deathstwoke ;

actually, i take it all back ds - that shit tastes ok in a half/h
alf
mix with creamy soda (tasteless, init? ;)

ahhh.. the stage is set. let us venture onwards...

in the beginning...

it all had to start somewhere. av started in late '94
- that'd prolly
surprise a few international peoples, cos while we were starting
to get
a bit known in our peak, we always prefered to stay australian ba
sed
(vive one nation ;). One of the reasons why we've dragged on so l
ong,
rather than ending up one hit wonders. It's also the same reason
we
never really hit the big league the same way force did. The optio
n has
always been there to let in international members, but we've neve
r
really done it.. hell, with the exception of mr skitzo (blup), al
l our
key members have always lived in the one damn city. that's the ha
bit
that both made us and broke us. There's no group as good as a gro
up
you've setup yourself. There's no group as good as one where you
can
actually go out for a beer with the other members, without gettin
g on
a plane first. ooh, doesn't that grand marnier really do it for y
ou?

Spose that's my point. av was our group. we started it, we spread
it,
we made it, and we did it oooour waaaay. it roxored. it was a hel
l of a
lot of fun. if it's tragic to enjoy sitting round a pooter being
an ansi
geek, shoot me now sweetmeats - but we did a hell of a lot more tha
n sit
round computers <snigger> The rest of this remniscence has been r
uled
unfit for general viewing - big brother is censoring you ;)

the scene

yeah yeah, i know, you're sick of whinging about it. I
don't really give
two fucks with a rusty nail what happens to the art scene. I don'
t care
if it's heading towards vga, pure 3d or transcendental illuminati
on. It's
the changed a hell of a lot, but it's still exactly the same thin
g. Maybe
there's a few new mediums. Maybe there's a few new styles. Maybe
the old
styles have faded. Same shit - different shape.

personally, the one thing that really shits me about the scene is
all
these fucking hardass niggaz. I don't care how hard your donkey i
s you
shit for brains, and half the idiot nigz out there are prolly ble
ach
white from sitting infront of the monitor. The next idiot g who d
ecides
to say wh0rd to me's gonna get my foot in his nads - well 'ard!

Too many people are getting their jolly's out of looking back and
going
on about what the scene used to be. Great - that's what the scene
used
to be for you. But personally, i've always been fond of that outd
ated
idea of a bit of individuality. If the scene has really meant so
much to
all these people, could they shut the fuck up, stop whinging about
it,
and either bail gracefully or keep on at it? Personally, I'm gonna
bail
gracefully. Can't stand half the fuckheads wandering around the a
rtscene
these days. Sure, i'd prolly like them if i talked to them, but i
can't
stuffed. The scene is yours kiddies, do what thou wilt - just do me
a
favour, and if you've really got to look back at 'the good old days

give it your own damn spin, and give it your own damn meaning - i
f you
don't do something new with it, you've screwed the pooch.

Fuck. Tape's over. Ahhh - joy division. Ian Curtis rocks my jocks
'n'
rigor mortis makes me hard. Wow. Grand marnier and beer makes roc
ketfuel.

pointless meandering

christ i need a slab. can't stand spirits at the momen
t. remember kids,
alcohol is bad for you - it's just mental escapism from the reali
ty that
surrounds you. you drink for a fantasy state, because you can't d
eal with
the light of day. a beer is no different from any other drug, it'
s just
more subtle, because society approves of this one (but what is so
ciety
anyway - don't get me started on that one ;)

i feel like crapping on aimlessly now. the artscene has really ceas
ed to
mean anything to me apart from nice memories now (ever noticed ho
w you
filter out all the bad bits in memories? - survival trait or no?)

cry like a child those these years make me older... ahhh. Is it jus
t me,
or does knowing that a musician is dead somehow make their music
more..
potent. I spose it adds the possibility for mystery and immortali
ty...

time passes on, we're left with a load of memories and experiences,
and
buggerall else to show for it. sometimes you just want to scream.
but
sometimes theres another way of showing things.

apocalyptic visions. ninetyfour, five, six, seven and eight.

the artgroup is dead. maybe something else will emerge - i know w
olver
is keeping the music side going, but we can make more than that.

be seeing you - cheers!

pache (av)apache@iaccess.com.au

--- bzzzzarghk. transmission complete. complete mind assimilation
affirmed.
humanoid is zeknik controlled. hail vaklam industries. zargon-
3 out.