Showing posts with label The Reverberators. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Reverberators. Show all posts

Friday, April 25, 2014

WOO Dunnit? ... RE-Dunnit!

YO FINKS on this day, April 25th, back in the year 2013, during the early days of the Surfphony of Derstruction 2000, I was listening to the radio and I spun a little too far to the left and went BEYOND THE LEFT OF THE DIAL! I heard something that I never heard before...
It was friggin' weird! I mean the dude looks like me... and he sounds like me... but geeze louise, what's up with the Private Eye schtick? HEH beats me but I dig it! I also dug the music I heard too. Lots of really cool surf that sounds like it could be out of an ol' film-noir detective film or even some James Bond secret agent man flicks. I liked what I heard when I went BEYOND THE LEFT OF THE DIAL so I recorded it and gave you finks a chance to listen to something real kool. But back then, I didn't have the equipment and experience I have now so the recording left a bit to be desired... So I figured, ya know what, I know what I'm doing nowadays, why not go and fix up that ol' recording to celebrate WOO Dunnit's one-year anniversary? So that's what I did and here it is for you now!


All nice and polished up for you finks! Aren't I such a nice guy? HEH! Here's the playlist that I pieced together. I hope you dig a lil bit of spy surf!

Aqua Velvets - Day In The Life of a Private Eye
Poison Ivy - Peter Gunn Theme
Link Wray - Switchblade
The Reverberators - Paint it Bond
The Surfdusters - Chill Out
The Huntington Cads - Theme From The Maneater
The Reverb Syndicate - M's Lament
Los Straitjackets - Espionage
Mercury 4 - Endless Beach
The Neptunas - Dick Tracy
Nelson Riddle - Batman Blues

Some new stuff has been coming to light. If you've been tuned in to the Big Surf, some real wacky stuff has been going on... First, it was the end of the world...


Then I found myself stuck in the Nuclear Apocalypse...


But I can't be stopped and so I travelled through the atomic wasteland in search of a time machine hidden in an old arcade...


That arcade being Bumper City. Before the end of the world, it was a real bustlin' arcade packed to the gills with pinball!


I found the time machine but things didn't quite go the way I wanted to and I ended up getting lost in time and space. I found out that there is this place, the uh... "The Axis of Time". According to the research I've been doing since I have arrived here, "The Axis of Time" exists between time and space, essentially the center of the universe and there is this big ol' computer, I think it's operating system DB683, that monitors all sorts of alternate realities that contain their own history and characteristics and, of course, their own Big Derboski!


What a guy! "Hollywood" Derk Brigante's ego has gotten a little big what with all the hot air he's blowing. Can't complain about the tunes he plays, though it's take-it-or-leave-it for me when it comes to the black'n'white.

Mr. Hollywood is the man with the most to boast, it seems! Enough about him though. this overgrown NES out here in the Axis of Time, DB683, has informed me that it monitors all the realities and works to prevent any time paradoxes from coming about and screwing everything up. That's apparently where I come into play. I was supposed to remain in the nuclear wasteland and have some bad stuff happen to me (I swear this computer despises me) but I decided to challenge fate and travel back in time to a time before the end of the world. Preferably a coupla hours before I showed up at Count Von Derkula's party so I could go to the beer store! I really should have brought my own beer instead relying on the generosity of the ghouls in attendance...

Because whatever I drank led to a pretty nasty paranormal hangover!


 But from what D683 told me, if I had successfully gone back in time, gone to the beer store and turned down Satan's brew, I could have been in big trouble. Instead of the end of the world in my reality, I could have caused multiple realities to collapse within mine due to time paradoxes, me existing on multiple planes within the same universe, what-have-you. I don't know man, all this DATA that DB683 spews out makes my head spin. I just wanna hang ten! I'm gonna keep doing that no matter where I am, when I am, or how I am! WOOOOO! I'm Derk Brigante, not quite live but still alive here in the AXIS OF TIME and I will be bringing the surf to YOU every full moon when the tide is high baby! Keep tuned in for the next full moon on May 14th!

Sunday, March 16, 2014

The Surfphony of Derstruction Souled Out

YO FINKS it seems a little education is in store so LISTEN UP! It's about time that the Surfphony of Derstruction is SOULED OUT! No more mister nice guy, it's time for the Big Derboski to go Hollywood! Now it's time for a new world order... It's time for the Surfphony of Derstruction...

It feels good to get paid for what I do when I do oh so well! For you finks who aren't familiar with the SoD or The Big Derboski, what I do is bring Surf from around the Earth and I'm the best at what I do! That's why I'm NUMBER ONE and the rest of yas... well, yer just scraping the bottom of the barrel! We're takin' over and there's nothing that you dumbos can do about it! 


Can ya dig it? I don't really care if you do or not so just sit down, SHUT UP... and listen to the Surfphony of Derstruction SOULED OUT! It's best thing you'll hear all week HELL all month with amount of excitement you finks get by just planting yer keisters on the chesterfield! GEEZE






Hollywood is a sunny place for shady people and that's just the way The Big Derboski likes it! I'm just being all sleazy and greazy out here in Beverly Hills and I fit in juuuuuust right, dig? Because I am the best, I gotta make sure that I bring the best with me! It ain't hard to do when yer me though and I did a bang-up job of getting some real sleazy surf and planting right there in yer ears. You finks better be thankful for the quality of tunes I got for ya this time around!

Thursday, April 25, 2013

DERK TRACY IN... WOO DUNNIT?

WHAT'S THE HAPS, HO-DADS!

So, listen up! I was listening to my little alarm clock radio, trying to find some far out stations here in Hell City. Things weren't looking too good; I was hitting a lot of Top-40 and crap like that so I dared to... VENTURE BEYOND THE LEFT OF THE DIAL!

Now, rumor has it, that to go far beyond the left of the dial, all the way past 88.1 FM is to stumble upon the static of a dimension not unlike our own. But to play beyond the eighty-eight is a dangerous game... The static can scramble your static, the commercials can turn you crazy... The Big Derboski ain't one for tall tales so I turned that dial till I could turn no more and went... BEYOND THE LEFT OF THE DIAL!

I stared into the abyss and the abyss stared back... and you know who I saw?


DERK TRACY, NUMBER 1 PRIVATE EYE!

I heard a strange recording come on when I was surfin' the static so I managed to snag it with a few leftover mystic tapes I bought from an old electrician that was also a practicing voodoo doctor. I was able to get the recording nice and clean though I can't say the same about my soul... but damn this sounds good! DIG IT!