The dust is finally settling around here, but there are plenty of reasons for us to celebrate the events of this past weekend. Our show at The Senator Theater was a rollicking good time and slowly but surely photographic evidence is starting to emerge, and we find it our duty to humbly point you in its direction.
We would like to share you with some of the work done by the very generous and very talented Mr. Barry Page, which you can see at his website www.photographicpages.com . Our special thanks goes out to all of the bands, artists, performers, dancers, friends and freakies who came out and made this what it was – much love from your pals in Voodoo Pharmacology! Enjoy the images, tell us what you think, and if you have any more pictures, then by Jove, man, show us!

www.photographicpages.com/bands/voodoopharmacology/voodoopharmacology.html

Hey, you got a minute?

Remember that conversation we had about seven months ago? That’s right, when the stock market was hitting the shitter and everybody was flipping out? It was the end of the world, right? The economy was ruined and it was time to start hoarding ramen and shotgun shells. Yeah you remember, you were freaked the most out of all the cats around. Didn’t you max out your credit cards at Bass Pro? I’ll buy that portable radiation shelter from you if you’re still looking to sell.

But do you remember what I told you? The first thing was to shut the hell up. All of your pissing and bawling was grating on my nerves, and the doc says histrionics ain’t good for the ticker. The second thing was to take whatever money you could spare and buy the stocks I told you to buy. And did you listen to me? Probably not, because you never do. Let me tell you something, Madoff; if you had listened to me you would be a whole lot better off financially. I just got back from four weeks in the Caimans and the micro-brewed rum is delicious. I made so much money that I crap ticker tape, I can pull out the latest info from CNBC right outta my butthole. I’ll give you a strip sometime.

So why am I talking to you now? I admit, I like to rub it in a little. It makes my beard all bristly to nurse 25 year old scotch while you’re sipping on a Big Gulp. My shoes are made of alligator leather and you work at Payless. I spend more money a month at massage parlors than you do to pay your mortgage. When I take a dump I wipe my ass with gold foil. It’s your own fault, Stetson; you never listen to what I have to say and now you’re paying for it. ‘Paying’ might be a stretch, you broke bastard, but you get the idea.
I like you, and I want to help you out. Truth be told, I’m also sick of your wife begging me for money. I might have to start getting some milk from that cow if I float her any more beans, if you know what I mean. Listen up and listen good, because this is the last tip I will give you, and if you don’t take advantage of it, you’re dumber than bricks.

I came across a website called sellaband.com, and to make a long story short you can invest in different music acts. That’s right, I’m talking show business, one of the easiest markets to break into. The interwebz are all abuzz about this band called Voodoo Pharmacology, and while their music is strangely provocative and more irresistible than Robert Palmer’s Greatest Hits, they made a dope move, and THEIR STUPIDITY CAN BE YOUR GAIN. It looks to me that this group of donkeys have made three albums but they ran outta dough, and someone told them to get outside investors for their fourth album. These dumbasses are selling STOCK at $10 a share for the upcoming disc, and based off of their track record it’s going to be another doozy. I’m talking red carpets, Puff Daddy parties, meditation seminars with Deepak Chopra, endorsement deals from media conglomerates, national monuments, the whole nine yards. These guys are gonna cure world hunger. IT’S THAT GOOD.

I know concentrating ain’t one of your specialties, so I’ll do the math for you. 6,000 shares at $10 a piece. You buy some shares, and for the next five years you get a 55% investment in this aforementioned album. If you can raise the bread, I would suggest dropping $60,000 all at once and buying every last ticket. If you own all of the shares, you’ll make more money off of their album than those jamokes will! Visit the website and read up on it; it sounds like a damn fine deal to me. I’ve already taken out a second mortgage and sold my Picasso to get the funds available. I might not know much about music, but this band has got their act together and is gonna go places. Voodoo Pharmacology is the hardest-working, brightest, dedicated, sober-minded musical act since Bobby Darin, and you know how much of a compliment that is coming from yer pal August Moran.

Do it. Take the plunge. Fuck Christmas shopping and spend all of your money at this website. Don’t pay any bills. I would sell your car if necessary and relieve yourself of all material wealth to make this move. Look for VPFA, Voodoo Pharmacology’s Fourth Album, to be the smartest investment you’ll ever make. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

www.sellaband.com/voodoopharmacology

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August Moran is a Booker Prize winning author, poet and playwright, gourmet chef, playboy extraordinare, Playboy subscriber, philanthropist, philanderer, industrial steel magnate, Founder of the A. Moran Tantric Research Institute, corporate lobbyist for multinational interests, 14-time consecutive winner of the Annual Pan-Aegean Yacht Tournament, Silver-Winning Olympic Medallist, CEO of the National Bank of Panama, Nobel prize winning physicist, patent holder of the lentil genome, hard liqour enthusiast, sloppy drunk, war profiteer and a big fan of Bob Newhart. Voodoo Pharmacology is not responsible for any financial advice offered, but secretly agrees that it’s a smart move.

Television is a brainwashing box made to sell you things & change your thoughts on political and social problems, all under the disguise of entertainment. Its not so much the shows as what’s in between them. TV & its Advertisements are one of today’s biggest problems in our society. Its influence has put a strangle hold on free thought, our health and our creativity. I know you’re probably saying it does not affect you or that you are not influenced by it. Well, if advertising doesn’t work, then why does A 30-second ad during the Super Bowl coast 2.7 million dollars – ($2,700,000.00).?? Companies would not spend that kind of money if it was not effective. Do we really need to be sold Pharmaceuticals on TV? Maybe my doctor should be recommending me my medicine and not some marketing firm? And I know you must be sick of those Erectile dysfunction ads? Not that I have a problem with that or anything… No really, I don’t! Oh yea and where do you think the majority of Americans heard that Saddam Hussein was responsible for 9/11 or had weapons of mass destruction? You don’t still believe those lies, DO YOU? The news is always right! Especially Fox News, they’re “FAIR & BALANCED!?” Now I do agree there are a few cool shows out there to watch, but at what cost? Maybe we should start thinking about the reasons why we “like” the things we “like”? Could it be that the average person living in modern society has been exposed to hundreds of thousands of advertisements before they reach their twenties? Or are you going to tell me that millions of people daily, actually enjoy McDonald’s, Lord knows I do, and I keep going back!? if you disagree use your computer (for more then just trying to “hook up” or socializing on myspace) and go to the internet and google “Advertisement exposure” or other similar searches, you might still be creative enough to come up with a good search, on your own, and I think you will be frightened at what you “might” find. but what the hell do i know? I am just a guitarist who cant spell, & did you hear the noise I call music on my page?

PRETTY SCARY

James Halsey

They’re out there… tiny vegetables, tiny houses, tiny people… all living in “the microcosm.” They walk absurdly small pets in the wee hours of the morning. They water their miniature flowers and mow their minuscule lawns. They go to their little jobs and throw teeny-weeny barbeques. But they can unlock doors when they stand on their neighbors shoulders. They’ll sneak into our large houses and slit our throats with minute daggers. DO NOT LET THEM!