Namaste, Devin! A strange homage to Strappin'n'Townsend :-)

Don't try this at home :-)

Location:	The holy BLUE ROOM. A recording room, down in the cellar, somewhere in Germany (look at the satellite pictures on the right and guess...). Among recording equipment there's light and PA, too. Enough to make a little loud party....
Actors:	Two batty idiots and deviacs. Names don't matter. And, of course, the spirit of Devin (I think....)!
The plot:	Go into the cellar. Stir a drink and eat an olive. Build an "altar" with some CDs of the buttphone hero. Play the music loud, feel the spirit of Devin, falling down from the sky right to us, and make a big bunch of nonsense. That's all, folks - no need to chain to a sofa and waiting for mushroom mathematics, if you understand...
The playlist:	Olives All hail to the new flesh Ants Namaste S.Y.L. Bad Devil Underneath the waves Kingdom The fluke Death of music
The sense:	We don't know. Did you really think there is any???

DON'T BE PARANOID! WITHOUT JAVASCRIPT ENABLED YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO VIEW THE PICTURES (AND MISS SOME OTHER STUFF, TOO)! SO ENTER YOUR BROWSERS OPTIONS AND MAKE JAVASCRIPT RUNNING - DEVIN WILL COME OVER YOU AND WILL MAKE SOME NAKED FLIGHTS WITH A TELEPHONE IN HIS ASS....

Stir your drink? Olive?	Prepare to receive the inspiration....	Pin Devin on the wall... ehhh, certainly we were not naked and wore some other clothes...
... so this is the left side of BLUE ROOM's soundworks	Ohh, Namaste! Feel the ears bleed, feel the metal drilling inside!	The altar from the front....
.... and from the back	OK, this seems to be very crazy, but the music is too good....	Another god? Hey, I'm the axeman in the dark, and B.C. Rich is still my fave!
Devin, we are not praying, we just thank you for a funny hour :-)	THE END SIGN THE GUESTBOOK	No, no no! This man isn't an alcoholic! He only sleeps the peaceful sleep of the enlightened...