hola, amigos! it's midnight, and this is frank cotton, reporting to you, live, from right next door to hell. the song you just heard was 1605 (for my sufferring) by DROWN, off the album PRODUCT OF A TWO-FACED WORLD, available @ AMAZON.COM. that's where i got my copy, and we'd like to thank you for your patronage. next up is BE QUIET AND DRIVE, by DEFTONES (and that's DEFTONES, fuckheads, not 'the deftones'. you know, like it's EAGLES, not 'the eagles'), but first, a word from our sponsor, NEW VISION. let's turn it over to...well, actually frank runs NEW VISION, so take it away, frank! hey, frank cotton here for NEW VISION. i'm a part-time deliverator for a national pizza chain, but that's just my cover. in the really real world, i'm an agent of fortune, an agent provocateur, a, well, i uh, was just going to go on for a bit there but, as we all know, or at least should know, words do have meaning, and should be chosen well and not just thrown around here, there and everywhere all will-nilly like shrapnel, because they can be sharp, and painful, and in the wrong hands might could even get someone killed. so rather than sing my own praises, i will get right to the point and tell you a little about my company. it's a small concern, and none of yours, and what we, or rather i, do here is come up with ideas. big ones, little ones, i've got them all right here, and for a limited time, that is, just this once, i'm going to let you have one for free, right here, right now. seriously. now you may be familiar with frank, or you may not, doesn't much matter either way, really, let's just suffice it to say that frank has been trolling around hereabouts for quite a while, trying to get some interest drummed up for some of his intellectual property. he's tried the subtle, thru channels bullshit approach, he's tried the shove it down your throat blitzkreig approach, and everything in between, to no avail. he's left messages for major film directors, e-mailed attachments to well known producers, and even once managed to piss off ALEX PROYAS on his own (his, not frank's), web site MYSTERY CLOCK. frank would like to apologize at this time, and say that he intended no offense. he was just trying to make a point, and altho he stands by what he said, he is sorry for the manner in which he said it, and the method he used to do so. to continue, well, let's hold up for just one minute and get frank the dj to fire up some tunes. how about some MINISTRY there, frank? anything's good, but what say you to FLASHBACK, or CANNIBAL SONG, or BREATHE, or, fuck it, just play 'em all! far-fuckin' out! so where were we? something about product...oh that's right. anyways, frank had pretty much given up. all but, at that. he'd gotten rejection notices, busy signals, outright rebukes and was even shown the door on one occasion. some fussed about copyright issues and wouldn't even look at what he had to offer. he did manage to get one thing published, he may have even mentioned it here @ AICN, once. SCARECROW! excellent dude, keep it rollin'! the fish showed a little interest in that one; he got several nibbles before he finally got a real bite (we'll talk more about that, later). but that was it. and to try and keep a long story short, since then, frank had pretty much lost all hope of ever amounting to jack shit. he went so far as to put in his will that he wanted everything he'd ever drawn, written, rendered, printed, or even sketched burned with him, when at last his time did come. no, i am not fucking kidding you, i can walk right back to the cat's room (don't ask, don't start), and have it right here, in front of me, and scanned, faxed, signed, sealed, and delivered to you instantaneously, if that's what it takes to prove it to you, in mere moments. so here's the deal. frank is fed the fuck up with trying to sell his ideas, so just this once, right after this here commercial break, he is going to give you one for FREE! that's right, free. it's a short story, brief and to-the-point, not 1000 frickin' pages like the work of some who we won't be naming at this particular time and place, an autobiographical sorta piece, that i think you might like. and if you don't, big deal, all it cost you was zip. a few wasted minutes out of your day. so how's that? sound fair enough? i thought so. what we're gonna do is, well, just post it right here, if HARRY don't mind. and that's it. then you can judge for yourself, whether old frank (and that's uncle frank, to you, baby) has a clue or not. or at the least, an original idea or two rattlin' around upstairs, somewhere or other. so everyone get a drink and a snack, or burn one, or whatever, and frank will be right back with the goods. now back to tonights broadcast, already in progress. next up, SOUNDGARDEN, with HANDS ALL OVER, off of LOUDER THAN LOVE (as heard in PACIFIC HEIGHTS).
that was MISS WORLD by HOLE off the LIVE THROUGH THIS album on the all-night frank cotton show, live on radio K-A-L-I from deep inside the twilight zone. we have a request coming up from one of, well, me, actually. it goes out to the most beautiful woman frank has ever laid eyes on. like, ever. he just met her for the first time friday, let's hear it for, wait, you mean she's not here? oh, a request, yeah, right. this next one goes out from frank, to ASHLEY, the brightest star in the heavens. BE MY ANGEL by MAZZY STAR, from SHE HANGS BRIGHTLY. we'll be following that up with LIVING DEAD GIRL by ROB ZOMBIE, offa HELLBILLY DELUXE. as always, it's all guitars all the time, every night of the week, damn near commercial-free, courtesy of your friends @ NEW VISION (not to be confused with the CHURCH OF THE NEW VISION).
here on the allnight show at 6.6.6 radio, where it's night time, all the time. the sun never shines here @ the black hole @ the center of the universe, where we've just finished a HOLE block. yes, we LOVE COURTNEY here @ the house that love built. that was USE ONCE AND DESTROY, HIT SO HARD, HEY YOU, and MALIBU off of the album CELEBRITY SKIN. those were dedicated to frank's mom, EMMALENE, who would have loved COURTNEY like a daughter if only she'd been able to meet her. who knows, maybe she will yet. anyways, where the hell was i headed with...oh, that's right, it's time for the official SMOKE BREAK here at the station. for all you kiddies, just so you know what to get for an offering, should you ever stop by (that means bring your own GODDAMN CIGARETTES, by the way), frank smokes MARLBOROs, CAMELs, or WINSTONs. not 'salems', for cryin' out loud, those are FOR GIRLS! MENTHOL is addictive, people, wake the fuck up! it is now almost seven thirty sunday morning, time to get your lazy, hungover asses out of bed, get some coffee started, and get ready for church. don't want to go to church? too bad, you're going anyways! you've got a lot to account for, and you'd better get to it, and how! so, to start your day off right, we're going to throw on some SOUNDGARDEN. here's a trifecta of NEW DAMAGE, MIND RIOT, and DRAWING FLIES from the BADMOTORTFINGER disc. stay tuned afterwards for a word from our new sponsor, SUICIDEGIRLS.COM.
and that was EVERGLEAM, by EVERCLEAR, from the sadly neglected WORLD OF NOISE. we're going off the air for stretch, so frank can give his bro MARK aride to the sto. he had some platelets injected into the back of his achilles tendon couple days ago, and is stuck in some ROBOCOP looking boots. we'll be back on the air soon, and we'll leave you with one last song - this one is for HARRY and YOKO. HER BRAND NEW SKIN, from SPARKLE AND FADE...