PARTY ROBOT

Robots like to party.

I like to party with robots.

Glimmer, Glamour,

Hammered.

Robots dance electronically.

Respond only to rhythmic noise.

No you can not hear it.

Robots listen.

Rocketship countdown.

The explosion!

Great sparkling display.

Murderous Mayhem.

Hidden in liquors, lingering.. glittering.

A disco ball needs hammering.

Good Smashing.

"You still standing there?!"

The party was silent.

Balloons balanced themselves in the air.

Nirvana at a crossroad.

"Which way do we go?"

It was a DUMB question.

"Straight into the future, I reckon."

The road is pink and leads up into blue heavens.

Vanilla Sky cocktail.

We'll never recapture the past.

And I'll be damned if I try.

In 2012, duplicates will replace robots.

We want people to be perfect.

Perfectly Mighty!

Calling All Lunartics!

Ready to Ascend? Change quickly?

I am! I am!

Paranoid Planetoid, becomes happy on an asteroid.

Sounds smilingly ironic.

Marsha Mellow melts down in the moonlight. Really launched.

"Ha!" said the man behind the curtain. Frank Barron smirking next to him.

"Maybe next year will be the best of all!"

JAGER MAYHEM

Interlude:

THE deer head, from FB's? 

"That's not normal."

Sparklers On Antlers!

The Jager Man Rules!!

Saturday Night was the long awaited turning point.

Sudden strange behavior becomes clearly acceptable.

One ORANGE deer head over the Lunartic crew

snarling.

Let me just put it to you this way, 

it's not a one-off.

Don't call it a comeback. 

We have a reputation to uphold. MAINTAIN CREATIVITY. 

According to the haters, we're struggling desperately.

It takes teamwork, specially trained technicians for spastic situations. 

SOS Energy!!!

Dancing Wildly 

With the Moondancer. Swaggering drunk.

"Who's that girl?"

"Where's she going?"

To Lunar in the Limo... Revived by Robo-A-Go-Go.

A night of mayhem, running amuck,

at the Jager Cocktail Party! 

"Deerheads and balloons and bottles."

Jager thrust into the faces of blurry eyed bystanders. 

Heavy drinking, trying to act normal, but the ORANGE blood crept up on us.

Loud music, jumping up and down, top speed. 

"I need a cigarette." 

Agreed. 

Keep the engine running.

This is definitely not home. 

We must be somewhere else.

ROARING 2000s

Disco Samurai, Volume 1

Maniacal Memoirs from a Mad Mind

Things are different now...

Few futurists - especially unconventional conventionalists like Frank Barron -  disagree.

He took a long look at the mountain of rocks glasses. 

21 to be exact. Jenga shots!~

It's the Saturday night crowd, they're back.

Frank and his friends, 2000s style Gatsbys. Fedoras and black birthday boas.

Queen City Action. Episode 2: Bottomless Bartending. 

Yakuza Bonanza! Japanese Headband with a Samurai sword clutching it with both hands. 

Ninja Fantasy! 

Asian Hallucinations! 

"We're attractting attention." He whispered to the warrior with the drunken style.

Future Flash Flow-ward. 

Into an Era of the Wings of Fire... EFN BEWARE!

The Dangerous Rex...  The buffalo beheadings... The End of the Dead Ends.

A New BE-ginning. 

New Leaders bearing old crosses.

The Year of the Bear becomes the Year of the Bulldog.

Cincinnati is a garden of Eden.

A paradise lost, looking to be found. 

Downtown.

Reality ruined it. I want my... I want my... I want my... Nevermind.

20 Year anniversary of smashing guitars.

Being born underwater, chasing the dollar.

"Here we are now... Entertain us!"

The screeching caravan. The screaming band. The Screen Doors wrecked the mic

Again.

The lowest form of Rock & Roll. Flabbergasted Bewilderment,

But the song was done right.

The kids in the back looked like they were ready for mayhem.

Speaking of Mayhem, Lunar is just up ahead!

Finally some serious fun in the fast lane.

AUTUMN CLOUD

The last launch. Atlantis. Mob milling.

The center of steering. Slowdown, Bowman. Top billing.

You believe them old rock stars. 24 Hour Lifestyle. Miracles on display. 

Girls, Girls, Girls.. the Vince Neil Parade.

A Big Blonde Blur, chewing gum, on top of the moon.

I remember re-thinking retiring to the gravity reality. 

But Lunar is a Lift Off, weightless weekends of mayhem.

Drinking jager and learning the End of Act One.

Oh Dear God. The triumphal deer head. 

Egyptian Hieroglyphics. Futuristic Forty Under Forty. 

Beyond Censorship, David Bowman stood silent and the middle finger went up.

"This place is fucked." - Quote of the Month, Week, Day, Today.

Backup fast, disconnect thought. Machinery short circuits seasonally.

Pacman passed by. Suddenly terrified, Tron moved like a ghost. 

The car crashed. Go! Go! Go! Control is lost.

Is that Ruby reading Rorschach ink blots?

"You and your goddamn nice furniture!" Someone hurled a glass at the chandelier.

Point of Dissension. Art removed from the walls. Iron Man exiled. 

That chair you're sitting in, is broken. 

"You and your chaos and your crazy commotion!"

THIS TIME WE'RE READY TO BELIEVE IN THE AMERICAN DREAM.

Even In the Age of Obama and Apocalypse and American Greed. 

An autumn cloud up ahead.  

Menacing. 

COMETH SOON... Nightmare On Elm Street... This Fall.

NOTICE!

Notice!...

A simple silhouette...

A "behind the scenester", A Frank Barronesque baroness.

Adruchia's Bday. A brand new brand of fun.

Lights, Camera, Framester!

Read the disclaimer. Find your "Frame Face".

Absolut Shoot. Cellphone Booth. Let me guess, Lost In The Fast Lane.

Losing everything (but sleep).

Mannequins missing hands, my biggest pet peeve.

But nobody noticed no hands, but me.

Memo on why mannequin mayhem.............................................

Go Go Galaxy Gals on MTV! 

Video Vixens Vindicated. Beyond that, Bar Code.

What makes an ad good is when you don't know it's an ad... Brad.

Golden Rule: know exactly what your product is worth. Also don't get caught up in the staging.

Fashionable Behavior.

Who is Frank Barron? Who are all these people?

Who indeed?

Sex & Nostalgia.

Vs.

Love & Apocalypse.

That's the way it goes - first your future, then your history.

Cameras and microphones follow.

To tweet or not to tweet...

On second thought, it's all about participating in what's happening.

Then there's no end to the mayhem. And it's just unbelievable.

Who could follow up Farina?

"The Most Interesting Man In The World" smiling down at his dick.

The Great Dirt Nasty living like it was 1980 in a club full of Facebook fans.

And Wonder Woman - of all people!

Today the color of crazy is no longer neon, but lawn green. Even worse, sunshine yellow.

Rubik's Cube is right in front of me - Introducing Trapezoid and the some serious squares.

Didn't know them.

Ha ha ha. .. Here we go again.

Back to the good old days before "the train left the station",

when fun was fun and no one was no one special.

THE LUNARTICS

THE LUNARTICS

All Aboard!

The Irish Lunarcy Tour!

A busload of Lunartics: "Bananas Foster", Cobb Salad, the Tigerblood Brotherhood and the vaguely crazy Mr. & Mrs. Shenanigans.

It was the beginning of the day.

"Top O The Morning To Ya!"

@ Launch was the Launch pad.

The Lunartic Bus was now a roving, "rogue" location. For Foursquare check in.

Oh forget the traditonal "Kiss Me I'm Irish" tweets.

"16 HOURS OF IRISH LUNARCY" blowing up your news feed.

This is when blacking out starts to look like the best option.

Fear a second wind.

Tribal chanting. Primitive ranting. Irish Blissful Ignorance.

"True Fools!"

Oh yes. You Funky Bastard!

Frank fell silent. Quiet on the set.

Fashion never comes cheap.

"Would you like some 'green' cannabis?"

Good Old Vine Street.

Meanwhile, back on the bus, the big time party liaisons checked in.

The camera was running from the time we left Lackman to Haps. It was HAP-pening.

Dancing, Drinking, Debaucher-ing...

Big Pimping meets I'm Shipping Up To Boston.

"The Dead Rabbits, Bowery Boys, The Plug Uglies, The Short Tails, The Slaughter Houses, The Swamp Angels..."

A toast to the ghosts of Deadly Irishmen.

From R.P.'s to F.B.'s, we drank for fun and plunder.

Flying carpet rides to Shanghai were a way to lay low when the bombs hit.

Let's evacuate the bus before it turns us into Lunartics.

The bus driver THOUGHT:

"You'll lose your mind on the Lost Highway!"

Take my word for it.

We did.

MAYHEM 37

"Bananas Foster!"

Holy Crap! This is the Lunartic Party. "Bomb Your Brains Loose!"

Bombs dropping, word to your Moms.

Bill the Thrill... Wild Bill... Billy Bad Ass.

Like a bat out of hell.

That's right. Partying like an animal is back in style. Animal hours.

VIP dread heads, Jager men, go go galaxy gals and the Golden Owls.

Sign your RELEASE FORM.

It is the "Dinner on the Dance Floor"!

Disco Dons meeting over meat and potatoes.

A "cup cake shot" from the bartending chef was a specialty exclusive.

Happy Birthday Billy-Bob!!!

Name tags are a necessity. Seven degrees of Separation of Bill Bacon.

No relation to Mister Barron.

A camera loving crowd gathers at Fashionable Behavior. The Big Yellow Chair is in the middle of the
picture. Bob's Louie bottles steals the show.

Meanwhile back at the Launch Pad...

Lunar trembles, then lifts off.

Madness. The Movie.

Scene 1 - Sunshine Yellow - Sundown.

It's SHOWTIME!

More Flares! More Flares!

The pros and cons of more fire power was a question raised by the secret agent in shades.

"Migranes", he claimed were the reason for channeling his inner Diddy.

Never mind David Bowman, his brain waves have changed.

Big City, Bright Lights, Jesus H. Christ!

This town it's finally letting it's hair down.

All hell is breaking loose. Swerving to avoid what's happening. All in the name of filming flashbacks.

Who needs George Clooney, here comes the Boss Casino.

Right. Sheridan's 11 is down to about 3. He knows how Sinatra felt.

The King's speech will be without words, unheard, hysterical horrible screaming thoughts.

Winning again.

Oh what a different feeling.

Thirty seven was a very good year.

SPACE AGE SWAGGER

"You don't belong in a game like this if you don't feel good about yourself and walk with a swagger. If you think you can be stopped, this isn't the place for you."  

- Mack Brown

It's Big Pimpin' 11.0

The hired guns formerly known as Loco Bros..

Hosted their 11th annual pimps and hoes party - an all you can see eye candy buffet -and an over capacity crowd piled in for a night of faux fur coats, silver bubbly, and of course, lingerie.

The headliner, Darth "Who's Your Daddy" Vader, arrived right before midnight to the melody of The Imperial March aka Empire Strikes Back theme song. He showed off his Death Star Disco dance moves for some Galaxy Gals with pink limited edition wristbands. 6" Foot, 7" Foot... "Don't be a Vader Hater!" 

If Darth was the Patriarch, then a 21 year old named Paul Vitale is the up and comer eyeing the throne. Vitale paraded in with some 60 girls, paid his respects to all Pimps of Past and Present, and introduced himself as the Pimp of the Future 2011. 

The self employed/self educated silver surfer (surfing USA.com) and his space age pimp posse (including Mick Swagger & Asstronaut) were making cosmic waves. 

The Afro twins were celebrating again. Happy Birthday Bros!

On the Launch Pad, The Lollipop Man posed for photos with his sugar coated sweet heart; sugar babies in tow. Think Pink. 

Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! 

Mugshots.com

The Human Puppet.. behindbars.com. T-Rex n' Effect!  AS SEEN ON ELLEN.

Last Year's winner, Bill the Thrill, was judging hotness (via hot or not.com). Hugh Hefner's Ex Izabella & Heather Ray o' Sunshine were hard acts to follow. 

David Bowman was Lost In Space. Frank Barron was Out of Place.

Miss Milky Way.. Andromeda Nebula.. but where was Aurora B?

"Go Go Galaxy Gals" Going Soon.

The End of an Era. A New Age Game begins........

There's No Place Like Lunar 2011

Control Excess Amounts!

organize chaos;

noise makers quacking jokes

it's midnight soon...

I can't sleep

money makes you mad

unpleasant dreams

but now it's a new day, a new age...

a RETURN TO THE FUTURE

Star Crash on Fox 19

LUNAR LIVE

A Space Age Shit Show.

High Tech talking lamps, happy machines, and robot roosters.

"I thought till my thought ran down."

How does it feel to fall into the black hole? To have a terrible temper?

The Lunar Lunatic gets "out of hand".

He is "out there".

The spaceman with space eyes has come all the way from a whole another level.

Further Beyond. Forever Before.

Multi-Millennia.

"For that price it better be... For that price it better be.. For that price it better be."

CUT TO: WILD PARTIES

Warhol drinking Dom at the silver mannequin factory.

There's no place like Lunar.