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Songs from the Past

18 Friday Mar 2016

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Songs from the Past

Songs from the Past

Songs from the past.
Playlist by Algernon

The Legend of Xanadu – Dave Dee, Dozy, Beaky Mick and Tich

In the year 2525 – Zager and Evans

Ring of Fire – Johnny Cash

Cancion Del Mariachi (Morena de Mi Corazon) – Los Lobos & Antonio Banderas

Guantanamera – Playing for change

Guantanamera – The Sandpipers

Soul Sacrifice – Santana

In a gadda da vida – Iron Butterfly

Mas que nada – Sergio Mendes and the Brasil 66

The Lonely Bull- Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass

Corcovado – Astrud Giberto

Fly me to the moon – Astrud Giberto

Comin Home Baby – Herbie Mann

Popurii – Mariachi Los Camperos

Nurse Barbara – Bee’s Lips Misses Finger

18 Friday Mar 2016

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The 4WD

Based on trues stories by Vivienne

Hi all, Sandy here from Inner Cyberia. The Bish wants me to investigate this amazing, well actually incredibly amazing story that a bee’s lips misses someone’s finger and here I am in the four wheel drive heading way back out the back of out there somewhere, hmm.

Anyhoo I have brought along with me Nurse Barbara. “Say hello Barbara”

“Hello Barbara” says Nurse Barbara “been wantin’ to that one for years. Got any cigarettes, hidden stash, bottle, cash?” asks Barbara “Nah, didn’t think so, don’t seem the type.”

“I hope you can fix this poor person” I inform “it’s a lady called Viv, but it’s not Viv” I ramble.

“So, you purse carrying nancy boy, you are dragging me out here to see someone who was called Viv but then it changed and then it became Viv again! Crikey you have a nerve” completes Nurse Barbara.

“It’s Viv’s husband, not Viv.” I say.

“What’s his name ?”asks Nurse Barbara.

“Viv’s Husband, er, um, yeah that’s right, it’s Viv’s Husband for certain, yes his bee’s lips have missed someones finger” I confabulate wonderfully.

“Turn in here” points Nurse Barbara. Waiting at the gate is Viv and we pull over and get out and meet her.

“That bloody husband of mine let that bloody dog in the back yard and yelled ‘Nurse Barbara’ so we thought it must have been yours” says Viv.

“Nah not mine” says Nurse Barbara with typical nurse authority, “Oh and what happened to all of those things in the title, see read it at the top of the screen. It says Bee’s Lips Misses Finger.”

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So cute

“That’s true, guess we got Nurse Barbara bit so far then it says ‘Bee’s Lips’. That’s right the script goes, well I looked at the dog, the dog wasn’t right, or left for that matter and her mouth was swollen bigger than big, right” continues Viv.

“Sit, stay” says Nurse Barbara to the cute little dog who is simulated on the right, opened up her magnificent and world famous chest and with her best and finest tweezers and skilfully removed a bee sting from the dogs lip.

“I’ll put Beechworth honey on those lips and they’ll be fine in half an hour. Fancy a sherry Nurse Barbara?” asks Viv. “The men can sit out side and scratch their nuts, lets face it, that’s all they are good at aren’t they, oh that and the reproductive organ” laughed the girls as they strolled arm in arm up to the veranda in the shade.

“Now what about Misses Finger?” asks Nurse Barbara reading the rest of the story title.

“Oh Mrs Finger, she lived down the road and round the corner. Moved on ages ago anyhoo a friend, who shall remain nameless, was doing a little chainsaw work for her.  Due to a lack of attention said friend sawed off the said side of his right said forefinger.” say Viv, totally ignoring tense due to “said” overuse in the last sentence. Thankfully at this moment her cat and keyboard are no where in sight.

my kinda santa

Nurse Barbara

What would Nurse Barbara do, hmm thinks Viv– I don’t have a big enough bandaid. “Please sit down while I drive to town for some supplies.”  Can’t you just hear the Benny Hill Theme Song playing here. At the chemist Viv found just the ticket – a couple of metres of continuous fine medical material, gloves and an internal applicator (with instructions and gel!). Hmm.

“Every day Nurse Barbara” says Viv now returning to tense and sense “I re-bandaged the finger until it had healed. Miraculously the finger also grew back.”

“You’re saint Viv, me and you are like minded” gushes Nurse Barbara.

“Well there is only one tiny little problem” fesses Viv “Well I put the finger on the wrong way…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Foodge – 60.4 – The Plot Thickens

16 Wednesday Mar 2016

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O'Hoo warming up the Zephyr

O’Hoo warming up the Zephyr

Episode 60.4 – The plot thickens just like when you add cornflour…

Story by Big M

Granny was doubly grateful this afternoon, one, that she hadn’t been semi-fatally damaged by falling on the cellar floor, thus being written out of the story, and, two, that she was stepping, or rather, driving out with her beloved, Foodge. ‘Is there anyone to compare with him?’ She thought. ‘Ruggedly handsome, powerfully built, reflexes like a panther….’ She had just returned from a brief visit to Glenda’s House of Pain for moustache and ear waxing, and a general tidy up around the place, in a depilatory manner, if you know what I mean.

Foodge stood in front of the bathroom mirror, having had a Very Close Shave (you know the sort of shave one has prior to a date), a quick pluck of assorted nose/ear/stray hairs, and a generous splash of Eau de Pheromone, from his own library of custom smells scents. Foodge was pretty sure the perfumier was joking about ‘extract of groin of Sumo’. Anyhoo, this wasn’t getting the picnic basket packed. In fact, was there a picnic basket? Foodge rushed down to the Gentleman’s Bar, where O’Hoo held the floor. ‘Septic was overflowing…yes, a shitload, oh, Mr Foodge.’

Foodge sidled up to have a word in O’Hoo’s pink, shell like. ‘Do we have a picnic basket around here?’

‘Do we have a picnic basket?’ O’Hoo exclaimed. ‘Do WE have a picnic basket? No,

Merv's best

The Big Z

but you, Mr Foodge have a luxury picnic basket for two, replete with hand selected items, selected by my own hands!’ O’Hoo whipped a rather large basket, covered in pink cellophane, from under the bar.

‘Mr O’Hoo, I could kiss you.’ Which was only partly true, because Mr Foodge was mainly heterosexual. Foodge took the basket straight out to the Zephyr, hiding the basket under a blanket on the back seat.

Foodge returned to the Gent’s (Bar, not Dunny) to find Mr O’Hoo regaling the entire Hell’s Angles with some Pleece detecting story. ‘Hey, Foodge you remember, Summer Hill Train Station!!’

Granny3Foodge was about to mention something about fare evasion being as bad as fax evasion when there was a hush in the room. Everyone turned to the main stairs where, a pair of black stilettoes emerged, followed by a pair of shapely ankles, clad in silk stockings, with perfectly straight seams down the back, terminating in little bows (Big M let out a small groan), then the calves, then, you guessed it, the knees, then a very short black dress. The figure was petite, yet had all of the curves in the right places, the face that followed was our own Granny. Not old, fiddle with the kegs, cook some eggs, brew up some more ale Granny, but a younger, softer Granny. The silence was interrupted by a voice. ‘Christ, I’d do her!’

‘Shut up you disrespectful mongrel.’ Yelled Our Foodge.

The room suddenly darkened, as if a partial solar eclipse was occurring. Everyone looked to the front doors. There stood Mr Merv in his best boxin’ shorts, and Pigs Arms T-shirt (are there any more of those Emmjay??). ‘Hallo me lovelies’ Grinned Merv.
Granny kicked off her stilettos and sprinted across the room, hugging Merv in a slightly less asphyxia embrace than Foodge received this morning. ‘My boy’s back!!’

Naturally the whole picnic, go for a drive, end up where it takes us thing didn’tFord Zephyr4 happen, but, Pink Drinks and Pale Ale flowed, wedges were fried, sour cream dolloped, eggs scrambled, and so on. At the end of it al, when Merv and the family had gone to bed, the inebriates ejected and the pub locked up, Foodge sat on the back step with Granny. Her head conveniently leaned against his shoulder. ‘Another night, Love?’

‘Another night, Granny!’

Foodge 60.3 bits

15 Tuesday Mar 2016

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Earnest Moncrieff, from a previous story but out there somewhere...

Earnest Moncrieff, from a previous story but out there somewhere…

Story by Mark aka Hung

“What’s this, a fucking clip Merv or Drumpf with a haircut?” larfs Angler On, an anagram of Algernon seeing no one got the Earnest Moncrieff connection, the sparrow killing associate of Gib W, who this story isn’t about therefore both Gib and Angler are sure to get many mentions, as you do here at Foodge Inc. Earnest has gracefully retired for Angler, get the picture. Sweet…

“I’m guessing that shirt fitting doesn’t hold the same appeal for you that it once did” says Foodge, seeing I can say “says” here, this is early in the story, plus Angler was smart enough to laugh his comment, even though he then couldn’t spell it, gave me another one of those ad somethings they belted into you at school, I can use them to embellish the conversation. I deliberately forgot all of that stuff from my skool daze just to get even. Now Emmjay has talked me into writing, the bastard, I have to learn to write, pfft, I wished I listened to what my parents said and no, I don’t know what they said because I didn’t listen. Is this Catch 22 or Deja Vu? I digress.

“Pertinent and very Aristotletic. It took a dinkum swagman to tell it like it was. Loved it. He looks like he will be the publican nominee. He’s a modern day Hitler and the followers are hoodwinked dopes.” reflects Gib really worried now that the author assigned him to this statement. Gib didn’t understand most of it just like the rest of us.

“No help then for me and ewe Sister” moans O’Hoo as he searchers his pockets for weapons. Something does, after a while, bulge down there but only a distant memory now days.

“As I’ve said before – well sorted. I did something similar about 12 years ago. I told them their sums were wrong” laments Yvonne as she sips slowly on her Pink Drink, Campari of course, well probably, this is Foodge after all, I mean,  is this chick style, I doubt the drink is metho and Eno’s, surely not but hey. “I have a special 5H enema if you’re ever suffering from ennui again” grins Yvonne, cheshirely.

Nurse Barbara

Nurse Barbara at 3 weeks

“Thanks Sister” says Nurse Barbara dropping in here, out of no where, as you do in Foodge “Needless to say, the custom designed enema is no longer necessary. Now I just need to get my shit together. I thought I’d better print this before it disappeared from screen. Oops, shit, missed it.” Don’t worry about an enema thinks Nurse Barbara, I’ve just read Mark’s story. Bum burner, hot on the way in hot on the way out.

“Now, that’s a worry! ..but then again there are a lot of crazies out there who should be looked after inside white coloured rooms with padding with a really good printers especially any one from the Pigs Arms” replies Yvonne, rolling her eyes and hoping that eye rolling can somehow be classified as a true exercise, me I relate to this, some how or rather, the story is only going to get worse from here on, not better, unless it gets better, I think so, jury’s out mate.

“We don’t need to fly anyone in, Paul. We just send the work overseas via the internet, works for me” says The Other John, a prick from somewhere near somewhere else. Foodge stands erect, well so he told me later, he went to the car-park and retrieved the shot gun from the Zephyr.

By the time he returned Merv had already unloaded two rounds into The Other

Smoochy smoochy, The Other John

Smoochy smoochy, The Other John

John, may Gordon bless us with more of the same. The 457 visa workers had actually already started to remove the body and clear up the mess. 47 cents an hour and they have temerity to complain, bastards.

“And for other selfish arseholes who game the system” retorts Arse Upwards(AU), “No, Angler, the ABC only seems to air the opinion of anuses and Onanists, these days. That’s why all of us here get published heaps” continues AU, Oh, please really think this through. Me, I can’t stop laughing at myself.

Nurse Babara

Nurse Barbara the other version

“This is funny Nurse Barbara. I’m trying to reply to Gorf(Frog in a blender) who replied to you, who replied to Merv, who replied to Hung, who replied to Emmjay who replied to Viv, who replied to Gerard but to no avail. I tried to say “the comment is devoid of compassion for the victims of lactose intolerance etc”. Why the fuck do the moderators don’t like me? Pfft. They favour the fucking heartless monsters! Why!” says fucking someone, bloody hell, name withheld due to a technical issue, I’ve lost control of this story. AI is here.

“That Pink Drink is a special mixture of tinctures and herbs, concocted  by Granny, and safeguarded by Mr Merv. It will put lead in your pencil, that is, if you wanted a lead pencil” says Gib obviously seriously concerned about heavy metals.

“Hallelujah, brother, I’ve been restored to health” states Yvonne seeing “says” has been done enough.

Perhaps, Mark, you could have your own episode of  “Call the Bigwife”

Hmm, thinks Hung eager to get one mention in the story.

Foodge 60. 2 bits

14 Monday Mar 2016

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Story by Big M

I have no idea why I like this photo but Foodge does it everytime.

I have no idea why I like this photo but Foodge does it every time.

Foodge stood at the bar absentmindedly polishing a pint glass with a cloth sans dead flies. It was mid morning so O’Hoo wandered in for his usual morning tea of Trotters Ale, followed by Trotters Best, then a Granny’s Special IPA, Imodium, paracetamol and aspirin, that’s what IPA stands for, don’t it. “You’ve been making a right racquet in front of the pub.” Foodge observed, for observation was his forte, as a Very Private Dick.

O’Hoo wiped a foamy mustache away from his upper lip. “Big job, Mr Foodge, those old, cast iron down pipes leak like a busted arse when it rains, rusted to buggery.”

Foodge didn’t think that busted arse’s and buggery would go together that well. “So, you intend to put plastic ones in?” This sounded good in Foodge’s mind, like playing with Airfix model.

“Nah that would look like shit!” O’Hoo picked up another canoe (no, not a kayak, the place won’t run to kayaks, or litres for that matter). “I’m hitting them with some you-beaut rust converter, and then I’ll paint ‘em the same colour as the tiles. They used to have seals in each joint made of jute, or hemp, or some such thing, but I reckon we can afford some silicone!” says someone, sorry looking through the database I think this comes from O’Hoo, yes, no, maybe, yes, it is definitely O’Hoo.

Foodge was starting to get uncomfortable with all of the tradesman’s talk. “Yes, indeed, that will come up a treat.” The only silicone that Foodge had any experience was at Glenda’s House of Pain (and depilatory services).

“Foodge.”  O’Hoo leaned forward. “Have you had that chat with Granny, yet?”

“Did you have to bring that up?”  Foodge started polishing a glass with a great deal of nervous vigor. “I don’t know how to go about it. I’ve asked Mr Merv for advice, I asked Big M, and I even asked my accountant. They all said. Be yourself, just relax…’’

“Sounds like pretty fair advice, I mean, you have to snort things out, she’s obviously sweet on you! ” says someone, pretty damn good advice actually.

“Yes, I am Mr O’Hoo!” Granny had been in the doorway to the bar the whole time. And why wouldn’t she be sweet on him?

Mr Foodge, former Pleece Prosecutor, Private Dick, and handsome to boot, could have any girl in Inner Western Cyberia, but chooses to hang out here, in our humble pub. Granny turned hurriedly, wiping a tear on her sleeve as she descended the concrete steps to the cool and quiet of the cellar, tripping semi-fatally suffering a sub-epidural hemorrhage enabling the script writers to kill her off and never mention her again.

Foodge stepped through the doorway to catch up with her. ‘Ah, shit, mate, let her go, you’ll never understand sheilas.’ O’Hoo had slipped behind the bar to pull a fresh ale.

Foodge ignored O’Hoo’s sage advice, and caught up with Granny who was hunched over in the corner, the only sign of her crying was that periodic shuddering of her shoulders. ‘Granny.’

Granny turned away.

‘Er, um…Granny, what about if we, that is, just you and I take the Zephyr for a spin, and end up where we end up’

Granny turned to face Foodge. ‘Really, just us?’

‘Of course, O’Hoo can man the bar’

Foodge found himself in an embrace that was so tight; he thought he would never breath again.

 

 

 

 

 

Album Review: Oremi

14 Monday Mar 2016

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220px-Angélique_Kidjo“Angélique Kpasseloko Hinto Hounsinou Kandjo Manta Zogbin Kidjo,[1][2][3] known as Angélique Kidjo (born July 14, 1960), is a Beninese-born American Grammy Award winning singer-songwriter and activist, noted for her diverse musical influences and creative music videos. Time magazine has called her “Africa’s premier diva”.[4] The BBC has included Kidjo in its list of the African continent’s 50 most iconic figures” Thanks again Wiki, you know it all. If you want to read more go here

Wiki the Know All tells us more about Ang

The album this time is Oremi. A very eclectic mix of music styles and her voice is simply outstanding.

Now the obvious song on the album is a version of Jim Hendrix’s Voodoo Chile. You can watch that here.

Voodoo Chile at Youtube

My favorite you can watch here. As usual very hard to pick one over the other to be honest. This track, Itche Koutche is a bit more upbeat but another track on the album called Never Know is also very special.

Itche Koutche thanks Youtube

The whole album is here. Enjoy folks.

Angélique Kidjo Oremi

Sam Cooke’s the Books

13 Sunday Mar 2016

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Sam Cooke and the microphone from heaven.

Sam Cooke and the microphone from heaven.

 

Sam, Otis, Marvin and Curtis Revisited
Playlist by Algernon
Please enjoy this list first presented in May 2013.
Sam Cooke

You send Me

What a wonderful World

Chain Gang

Bring it on home to me

Frankie and Johnny

A change is gonna come
Otis Redding

These arms of mine

I’ve been loving you too long

Try a little tenderness

Tramp

(Sitting on) The dock of the bay
Marvin Gaye

I’ll be Doggone

Ain’t nothing like the real thing – with Tammi Terrell

I heard it on the grape vine

What’s going on

Mercy Mercy Me
Curtis Mayfield

People get ready – with the Impressions

Keep on pushing – with the Impressions

Move on Up

Superfly

 

Father O’Way – Fax Evasion Exposed

09 Wednesday Mar 2016

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Gordon's supply

Gordon’s supply of Brandy

“Get the fuck up and get over here” roars the Bish down the end of the phone. “The Inner Cyberian Pleece are coming over to make sure that all of us here at the Church of St Generic Brand aren’t tax evaders”emphatically states the Bish.

“Excuse me Bish but we are now in a Father O’Way story and swearing is not allowed anyway you said Fax Evasion, see that’s easy, just don’t have one” I reply while scratching my nuts then farting, as you do. Hmm, that fingernail needs attention. Now we have done the on wee gag enough for sure however it just seems to fit here beauteously.

“Oops, sorry Sandy, thought we were still in Foodge but you are a pudenda sometimes” laments the Bish “Just seems like everyone is fucking everyone these days and I said tax not fax you ninny”

“Bish, no swearing in my stories please. In Foodge your Emmjay and you can swear all you like there but here you are Bishop Billy Bishop we all call the Bish” I inform but shush, knowing secretly, I mean, keep this to yourself right, don’t tell a soul, on your honour, it’s because he is the BISH(Big Important Sh#t Head).”

“Well, between you and me, just our little secret right” confines the Bish “Rouge can at times look rather attractive and I must admit, even though I’m a Gordonian, and yes I know Gordonians can have girlfriends etc but if she ever dropped the soap as they say then I would try and you know” flippants the Bish.

“But what about Mrs Bish?” I ask in a non forensic way if you know what I mean.

“Am I married in this series?” asks the Bish.

“Actually, now you say that I don’t think Hung married you off in this series although you and a blow up dolly were caught in a compromising situation that you assured us was an accident” I needle without temptation, wasn’t that belted into us somewhere.

“Hey, I know” says the Bish “ why don’t I shoot her with a 12 gauge shot gun?”

“Nah, a bit messy plus everyone doing that theses days, pretty ordinary in my view” I express.

“I know” sparks off the Bish “ Lets ask the author whatever his name is”.

!!Warning: The Church of St Generic Brand wishes to advise that any material written in-between [ ] square brackets are talks between the characters and the author. No responsibility is taken for this bit or something, you know what I mean!!

[Well, it’s Mark here Bish. Seeing that anyone reading this will basically need lots of help, why don’t we have one of those interviewer style thingys. This means I don’t have to say he said then he replied etc., etc., get the picture?

Bish: Sure Mark but am I married in the Father O’Way series?

Mark: NFI mate CRAFT disease, who are you again?

Sandy: Mark, please, no swearing, not in FOW please and by the way, what’s his 45 thing you bring up all the time?

Mark: Well if you say are really old like say 58 when they is born, just sayin like, then you will be 103 when they turn 45, kiddies, that simple.

Sandy: Oh

Bish: But am I married Mark, Rouge is hot?

Mark: Look, it’s like this. If I go back through the archives I’ll cut Mrs Bish out if she exists or technically she may or may not exist in non existence. This is complex fiction Bish, I know of all people hat you will understand it but then again I’m a lair with limited IQ, wat wood eye no.

Bish:Cheers thanks mate.

Sandy: Now Mark I want you to stop all this excessive swearing and sexual references. Surely you don’t want anyone to be interested in your stories do you?

Mark: Yes Sandy, No Sandy, Whatever Sandy can I go now please?

Sandy: Suppose. But look Mark you truly are a DICKHEAD

Mark: Hey Pal, what about the swearing, you just called me a dickhead, hmm.

Sandy: Yes, Decent Intuitive Compassionate Kind-hearted, Helpful, Earnest ,Adaptable, Dependable , um, see ya.]

!The Church of St Generic Brand wishes advise that the story has now returned to normal, well sort of!

Bloody hell, forgot the story now, look I’ll tell this Mark guy anything to keep the story going, okay,  thinks Sandy as he looks to the left to see the next paragraph.

So Gordon and the Bish meet with the tax office officials and then they interviewed me, appeared to be painful process for them, can’t understand why, can you?

Then after the considerable consumption of 2000 year old brandy that Gordon picked up on one of his previous visits, from a place now called France, the tax folk left happy and rather meritorious.

We all stood any waved then goodbye, blew kisses and yelled silly statements like “We must do this again some time…”, how simply ludicrous as only as these stories can be. Fancy wanting to meet regularly with the tax office? Hmm, how very French brandy of us, no thanks.

The Bish heads back to he comfort of the Rectory. Probably for a few smokes, help settle his nerves.

So it’s just me and Gordon. Not very often one gets to stand and talk with the creator of the universe. So my neural pathways are becoming a bit disorganised and I ask “What did you say to the tax office Gordon? They seem pretty sweet”

“Well” says Gordon “you won’t like it but I told them to fuck off and never come back. Once they verified that I own all the money on this planet they were happy as. The brandy was a bonus and by being succinct here I’m keeping the word count down, eco-friendly like.”

Album Review: King Crimson Songbook

07 Monday Mar 2016

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Crimson Trio Members - Ian Wallace, Jody Nardone, Tim Landers


Crimson Trio Members – Ian Wallace, Jody Nardone, Tim Landers

The King Crimson Songbook by the Crimson Jazz Trio is yet another jazz fusion style of album. The picture on the left I borrowed from Wiki, thank you and the members names are listed in the caption. No animals were harmed in the typing of this story, rest safe.
This is one fantastic album folks, sitting on the porch, gazing at the Milky Way, sipping on some nice wine, watching your cat get flattened and simply sharing time with your partner. Yes, you, sharing time with your partner. It’s  important so sit up and take notice. This is important for many reasons because your partner will know when to shut the fuck up just like you will know when to shut the fuck up. Then and only then you can truly listen to this majestic album.
Now lets just have a quick look at the history behind this band while I eat my pizza. Jalapeno, garlic and shredded beetroot ,basil hmm, my favorite. [Sorry forgot where I was]
Now this band formed from King Crimson that where a a sixties progressive or alternative rock band. Look them up at Wiki here if you are interested,
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/King_Crimson
All good. So Robert Fripp was the main stay throughout Crimson but the jazz trio was put together by Ian Wallace, a former member of Crimson.
Fripp has recorded so much music I wouldn’t have the space to mention it all here, Album cove CJTBrian Eno did a lot of work with Fripp. I find Fripp maybe a bit to Bach for me however I do just love some of his material for example, google the Californian Guitar Trio, brilliant.
When I first heard King Crimson I really didn’t get into them but later I got to like  “Larks Tongue in Aspect” and “Starless in Bible Black“. Both are great albums from the seventies.
Crimson reformed in the early 80’s , and went in a different direction and I strongly recommend these three albums, “Discipline“, “Beat” and “Three of a Perfect Pair“.
Think of it like this, a bit outside the box. Me, I love it.
My favorite tracks is are,
I Talk to the Wind
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5B5CLIOs3HU
then Starless
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JJ9wKJsfEA
then the King Crimson version of Matte Kudsai
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9MargcvlZTI
then the Crimson Jazz Trio version of Matte Kudsai
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l_ySYUKVfSU
then the whole album
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L2zCZRBDOHU
Thank Gordon for music. I hope you will enjoy this. I do.
Cheers
Mark aka  Hung
PS: A volume 2 exists as well I believe however I haven’t heard it yet.