"I've seen the best minds of my generation destroyed by Marble Madness."
-Allen Ginsberg

(The) origami cocks all unfold themselves into baby bibs. (The) eraser on the #deuce# pencil tucked behind the barkeeper's better of one ears, erects itself into a shivered pupil's classroom nipple. He
mixes for and pours for the unicorn a Barefoot Peasant. (The) bouncer is not a tall husky man, as repeatedly you see, but just: just an emerald little pygmy quince, also known as a goliath grape, green
literally; were beach glass a fruit. The cluster looking chandelier becomes abruptly simple. Toby's ruby is the only ruby.

Her tentacle enters his ventricle, and flickers there like a seaside hallway's always salty candle flame; Lex Luger, Lex Luthor, sugar cane. Astray ashtrays sashay away on crooked pairs of extinguished
legs, rubbing rubber ducks with rubbing alcohol for good luck. As the complacent do into come, the mercurial turn into mercury, and the Pierres into Marie Curies, as Knightly Sir Goodshank prisms a
freedom's grey light into a prison system of rainbow stretches of steel squire tights. Like the ever bayonet, removed too slowly, from the ever bassinet, Toby has discovered and delicately withdrawn a
muckily anthropologic candelabra, from the armpit inside the labia of the tar pits of La Brea.

Famous Musician.-----------------They Could Play
But If For Eternity,-----------------One Video Game.



John Fogerty------------------------Bayou Billy
Bjork ------------------------QBert
Billy Idol ------------------------Bad Dudes
Jimmy Buffett-----------------------StarTropics
Toby Goodshank-------------------?*?*?*?*?
Ted Nugent ------------------------Duck Hunt
Iggy Pop ------------------------Wii Fit
The Beach Boys--------------------California Games
Michael Jackson--------------------Dr. Mario
John Cage ------------------------Pong
Rob Zombie ------------------------Maniac Mansion
Syd Barret ------------------------Mario Paint
Jefferson Starship-----------------SimCity
Charles Manson-------------------Marble Madness


Bridally, Goodshank walks toward the stage. Affecting a shot down war ace's flying limp, to try to not too heavily step loose, from the ball
of the eye smuggled in the toe of his boot, those tears that constitute– constitute the far's nearest juice; trying not to smudge, like blue fudge on a lily diner napkin, the iris that makes, not sees,
unfastened things happen. In some heartful crustlessness of his voluminous hair, a cinderella puff is baking a fluffy loaf of the mime's thin air, like a precious or Prussian war medal tucked
effortlessly away in the skin graft trick of a subtly respirating chest of drawers. Like a pilgrim at nudity, Turner eyes at him. Diane hands him a seaweed chew. Adam looks at him and says "look at you."
Stratos soars.

Mer-Man dips his finger into his shot of bourbon. Angela lays the side of her face, the lamb side, on a red shoulder tuft of Beast Man fur. Toby removes from his chest pocket his nose, affixes it firmly,
not too firmly, and with all the ease lacked by life as it is known, performs "Garbage Dump."

Man-E-Faces does his best Groucho. Cosmic enforcer, Zodak, does Kimya's child's chart. Having broken a string, Toby coaxes a thread to come by addressing neatly a droid, droid filthy plus young, with a steel wool sponge; enabling "Dying 4 Another Day."

Faker requests his favorite Bob Dylan song, "Stuck In the Middle With You," a request which Toby subtly ignores by pretending to pick his guitar pick up off of the floor. Performing instead "No Funeral."

Ish and Orko. Orko and Ish. Tri-Clops stands in the center of the room, and eyes all three divergent Tri-Lambs in simultane. Toby checks his caterpillar for the seven signs of metamorphosis, and sensing none, or secretly some, performs "Susan B. Anthony-sized" like a newborn baby's soldier.

Skeletor gets scantly charged but one kind shekel by Randi. This for the likeness she's painted of him shifting his body in for a maroon swim, in a placid pond of He-Man blood, where fattest fish are bone
thin. Toby peels his face off and performs "Change Yr Ways." But I emphasize, peels off his face.

Bernard humors Ram-Man's Bukowski-esque musings. Yoko comes between Ish and Orko, breaking them up, and in the process starting something new. Speaking of something new, Eternia meets Pooh: "Tigger" used here as a verb; Glovin tiggers on Wheeler's last nerve; maybe as
within sound would wolfenly search a noon atheist, for the numismatist's tits, through the numbers, the fog, the mist; and analog hiss. Toby uses the ferocious wolf half of his psychic abilities to
instantaneously kill one of the lesser known Kennedys, remotely, at a distance in excess of 330 miles, but then uses the goodly lamb half of
his same power, to put that same Kennedy back together again, and to halt retroactively the plum SPLAT plummet of Eric Clapton's infant son, and to, while missing no beat, bleat out "Rainbow Spring Fair."

Mekaneck prefers to sit in the back and it's because, well just because, he has no problem with that. In quick exchange for some opaque promise of pleasure made by honeycomb to the body human, the
comedian is sucking Buzz-Off off, with in mind the great vascular payoff. In constant cheat code-less pursuit of life's next challenge –be it viscous, discus, or vin ordinaire– Toby delves blinded by spontaneity's expectable glare, into "Safe Harbour," an utterly extemporaneous composition, sewn by scrabble tile-gobbling godlings into the disembodied angel wings that berserk his otherwise peacefulness of mind.

The Sorceress says "say when," and then, turns Barry Bliss's beard into a longer beard, longer beard, longer still, and even longer until, finally "When," says Bliss. In notice of this, and of the newly nesting sparrows brought home by this growth, Toby is inspired to unbutton one top button of his shirt, revealing a still healing tattoo depicting a small bird's wingspan's width, worth of demeure chest hair. With a misunderstood nod to the back of the russian mafia
room, Toby wordlessly dedicates "Copkiller 2" to tactile smirks, i.e. Magnum P.I.

The whole of Deep Sound Diver pull up barstools to all surround about her. Evil-Lyn's yellow flesh is a red flag to a bull. Toby takes out the loaded handgun he carries to all his gigs and deloads it, not for
safety reasons, but just because he gets a little male giggle out of the word "deload." Giggling still a bit, internally, Toby Performs "I Get Lifted."

From across the room, Teela returns the look to Man-At-Arms, who has that John Phillips twinkle, twinkle like a cufflink in the cuff of, or focal cusp of, his eye. Jason Trachtenburg walks by. Finally
conceding to it as a hindrance, nine songs into his set, Toby shoos the peregrine falcon from its perch on the neck of his periwinkle shaped guitar, and performs "Portrait of an Absintheur."

Erin Regan snap decision-decides to foster Cringer, then gets a running start, and post-exuberantly embraces Moss Man, whose probiotic face blushes a somehow verdant red. By seeing this, Toby is reminded that he still has the seaweed chew, and unwraps it, but instead of eating it, gives it to you. And performs "Bonecrusher."

A shrooming-eyed, but lucid-mawed Trap Jaw stands straight up from having gone just now down, down rustily, on the fated pre-glimmer conceiver of what became antifolk. Looking down, Toby tells a
looking-up child "There is no such (sic) as god" and performs "Lobotomy Laundry."


Dave Matthews--------------------Mortal Kombat
(He almost always plays as Baraka.)