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we give 'janes says' (mp3 audio) the hba 'deluxe' treatment in this evening's offering.

give the jew girl toys is the best holiday video ever. (seriously, sarah silverman is insanely hot).

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we've got a sweet new mix of circus clown, ten feet tall for you, all shiny and new, with a ribbon on top.

the ghost of holidays past (sweet jesus i hate bill o'reilly) brings you some christmas-y steel drum goodness - this is wmv video of me playing 'carol of the bells', solo, on a pair of alto pans. audio is here.

this is andrea nettleton-kirkman in an acapella live looping version of herbie hancock's watermelon man (windows media). quicktime is here. this one is pretty amazing - she completely nailed it on the lucky 13th take.

you should click here if you'd like me to read you o'henry's 'gift of the magi'. (i'm still polishing my audio book voice)

i defy you not to smile as you listen to we will all be made of white carbs

and one last oldie - late last year mike doughty (really!) put 'titan' (mp3 audio) up on his blog (we're still getting hundreds of hits). it features leanne handelsman spontaneously extemporizing about stealing john kerry's $8,000 bicycle and its contents, his wife's real name (teresa titan heinz kerry ketchup), freaky people with humpbacks, and peanut butter and jelly sandwich eating tactics. music by nate, joe and yt. and that is stevie d looking for his bitches and ho's and tricks.

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in the movie, there are spirits. they have no substance, they move around us, they observe us, they are us after we die.

and, in this movie, they are named with their last living words. thus, we get to meet a 'geronimo', and a 'two twenty volt!' and a fair number of 'oh shits'. at the end of the movie, as the credits roll, we'll do a 'last living moments' reel. the audience will get to see 'that smell', 'not loaded', 'charging rhino' and 'nice doggie' buy the farm. if we do it right, they'll have tears streaming down as people die horribly, one after another.

so - please log a comment and submit your 'last name'. we'll need a lot of them. i used to have a list somewhere ......

tonight we made this for you. it is called 'before i jumped'. (mp3 audio - right-click and pick 'save link as' to bring it on home - lyrics below the fold)

say it's wednesday, 12/28/05. it is 12 noon, and you find yourself in the fair state of 'netticut. what should you do? it's obvious, really. tune your radio to 89.5fm, wpkn in bridgeport, ct, cause the hot bitch arsenal is going to be jamming live, using up every single one of those twenty thousand sweet watts of broadcasting power.

you can listen online here, or if you're on long island near montauk tune to 88.7fm.

and you can join the fun - text us @ 914.484.4567 and christina will weave your stories and snippets and secrets into songs. include an alias so we can talk about you on the air. if you don't speak text you may email us at secrets@hotbitcharsenal.com

UPDATE: the wpkn transmitter is experiencing a flagrant system error. our live performance is being rescheduled - we'll post the new date here and on www.hotbitcharsenal.com asap......

before i jumped
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
living it was something else
you were unattractive
standing in the shadow was
never your right angle
right angles and vectors and points on a plane

how long
til it adds up how you want
how long til it makes sense

infinite in your design
and baby - it's mathematics
but i'm verbose and abstract like the sun
yeah - you're not the only one
ooh - and you're not the only one

and how long
til it's perfect?

you get me right where it hurts
you get me right where it hurts

tell me how
am i ever gonna get down
tell me how it turns out

here i go
it's overboard
my both hands covering eyes
the sharks can smell
they circle round
i think that i
i think that i
could've thought this through
better in the second
before i jumped

i thought of you and i slumped my shoulders down

tell me how
am i ever gonna get down
get myself out of this mess, yes
out of this mess

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this is 'you bet i will' (née 'ask again in 20 minutes', renamed for shameless commercial purposes). watch this (windows media) video instead of venturing out across the 5 boroughs, or for a quick nighttime in nyc refresher.

cute puppy smuggling/snuggling alert:

and, 'kimyo with nervous wine glass', a drawing by xtina abbott:

lyrics:
flexible
i can change
a contortionist in training
i am anything that you like me to be

(you bet i will lyrics continue below the fold)

lyrics:
flexible
i can change
a contortionist in training
i am anything that you like me to be

but of course
sketchy like the alley that
you've seen in your recurring set of dreams
i, i can change
my current course of action
brought me to the edge and now
i'm hanging by a vine
i am fine
ask again in twenty minutes
and i'll tell you something else

you bet i will, you bet i will
you bet i will, you bet i will

convolution, the solution
to any situation that arises
when it ain't inconvenient
is just this
click your heels
and you're back inside your house
and your safety net is prescient, precious, pressed in
isn't it
all you know are just fragments of your vision
tv ate your brain
and now you just sit, vegetate
you will climb into a state
you will climb into a

bet i will, you bet i will
you bet i will, you bet i will

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circus clown, ten feet tall standing on stilts, still and statuesque.

apparently we were in a melancholy mood this weekend.

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we went thru some kind of thirteenth mooonth transformation (tranceformation?) this weekend. we're just getting settled-in with the new personas and all, so it is early, and all i can tell you is that the music we made tonight has got to be what the mondoshawans* listen to on long interstellar space journeys. they crank it up until the whole ship buzzes (you should too! - cause we made it to be played that way). if you do it right, you'll see them them nodding along to the beat.

*(think 'multipass')

anyway, it's relative. (mp3 audio - right-click, 'save link as' if you want your very own copy)

'same time, same time'
church lets out
every sunday
same time, same time

hands up
up in arms
same time, same time

smoke and mirrors
thieves
same time, same time

corner store
discount price
same time, same time

watching it thru broken windows
passing by streets, shadows
next stop is the last one i go
other angles we take it out of
context baby it's plain and simple
relative is relative

sunsets
every evening
same time, same time

mirage
every second
same time, same time

drought comes
in every desert
same time, same time

i search
for answers
same time, same time

sometimes the mondoshawans visit easter island and turn their large headed friends back to flesh for a solstice party. as the sun sets, and the firelight takes over, this (mp3 audio) plays and echoes around. it is called 'ask again in twenty minutes'. (lyrics to follow).

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this is called 'creeped out, quiet, twelve a.m.'.

and this is a 'live' version of 'lines blur'.

both of the above are rough mixes, tweaking to follow. and - secretly jess was back in the studio today giving us more violin-y goodness. (can you ever get enough violin-y goodness?)

last night's ghost guest in residence was the scrawny spirit of tom waits. tonight's might have been thomas builds the fire. his song is here.

lyrics for 'creeped out'
let it fester in
i am hester prynne
on her darkest day
head held high in squares
scarlet letters matching stares

and i, never one to brag
must let you know it's in the bag
i mustered up all that i had
and turned it into gold

bird flew out of her own nest
you expected this i guess
creeped out, quiet, 12am
waited 'til the light came in

riddles now, i'm not obvious
i'd be doomed if i were less
particular and present tense
i try not to think far ahead
but keep eyes opened up
living it like 'life or bust'
there is no one you can trust
when everyone has shifted such

bird flew out of her own nest
you expected this i guess
creeped out, quiet, 12am
waited 'til the light came in

the sweetest sadness
when we almost had this

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secretly jess stopped by tonight. she plays violin. she likes looping. she's from massachusetts, but lives round here now. we made you this and that.

thanks to ian for introducing us.

secretly is seriously cool - 'wings of desire' was the first film she thought of when asked for her top ten movies.

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this is now called 'my little pet'.

i started with a different take, added some bass and trembly guitar.

listening to last night's mix (which is here) kinda made me nervous, this one feels friendlier.

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this might be called 'thirty one toes'. or perhaps 'do get get'. this one is like that kid you knew who just grew up weird. it should have been on the soundtrack for 'after hours', that odd little nyc flick with griffin dunne and rosanna arquette.

dialogue: (from imdb.com)
Paul Hackett: Which way you headed?
Marcy: Downtown, SoHo.
Paul Hackett: Oh, nice... nice. A loft?
Marcy: Yeah, she's a sculptress. Lately she's been making these Plaster of Paris bagel and cream cheeses.
Paul Hackett: Really...
Marcy: She's tryin to sell 'em as paperweights. You wanna buy one?
Paul Hackett: Paperweights?... uh, yeah I would. How much are they?
Marcy: I don't know. Well, if you think you might be interested, her number is 243-3460.
Paul Hackett: 243-3460.
Marcy: Her name's Kiki Bridges.

christina on guitar and vox. yours truly on liveloops and keys.

lyrics:
i am oh so paranoid
writing up the list of do's and don't's
i don't swear in front of children
but i do inside my car

call the ambulance
i've broken every rule again
i am
addicted to addictions deeper than your average cigarette

i guess you do get what you do get get with it my little pet
i guess you do get what you do get get with it my little pet

and these things they say are good for us
they're doing us no good
cause i am much worse off since making resolutions 5 years past
i will give up everything i love exchanged for time that spent
punching clocks and punching walls until my knuckles hurt like heck

i guess you do get what you do get get with it my little pet
i guess you do get what you do get get with it my little pet

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