Blue Skies Forever: Hot Atmosphere!

Wednesday, December 22, 2004

Hot Atmosphere!

Greetings, Friends!

After a long day of travel, we have returned to the family headquarters, where we were received warmly by our parents and age-defying family dog. This evening, handsome brother Dean will arrive.

We know that we recently promised to revive the campaign to change Mooncalf's name to Hot Atmosphere. We shall keep our word--sort of. That is, the campaign shall be revived, but by someone other than ourself. Have no worries, for he is more than worthy.

You may know him by his two initials, S and M. He is the poet laureate of these pages, the bard of blue skies forever. From Berlin, where he is on leg two of his three-legged study of the adult film industries of former axis powers (the forthcoming tractate is tentatively entitled "Finger, Butter, Verboten"), here he is--your favorite, and mine--Science Man.

[Applause]

Thank you, readers, assembled and dispersed. It is factual that, generally, I speak publicly and write verse only on matters of science. But an issue has arisen that tickles my conscience. It tickles my conscience in the way a feather might tickle human skin. [Scientific explanation here removed] Mooncalf is a fine band. Their website may contain a few misspellings and dead links, but their music is rather fine. Fine in the sense of being superlative. Their name, too, is fine. But their name is fine in the sense of being just satisfactory. I believe they can do better. Ergo I have penned the following bit of verse in honor of their new name, Hot Atmosphere.


Damn, I nearly,
Almost, clearly
(As merely happens yearly (every year);
Oh, despair, fatigue, malaise, short days, and fear),
Did almost give up hope, Hot Atmosphere!

Oh, but truly,
Warm and bluely,
Sunny skies that shined so bright and clear;
Almost newly, most uncruelly, duly, did your hot self reappear.
Duly did it so, Hot Atmosphere!

Yet still, some doubt;
Enclosed, they pout,
Lonely in their cubicles of fear...
Would they come out, in joy they'd shout
(Loud enough to reach each comrade's ear),
"There is no hot quite like HOT ATMOSPHERE!
Truly, it's the hottest, far or near!"



The founders of the band formerly known as Mooncalf (from left): Matt M., Matt S., Patrick W. (Not pictured are new, full-time member Diarmuid C., and sometime member Yianni M.).

If you would like to see them become Hot Atmosphere, please e-mail them at info@mooncalfmusic.com.


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