Kali Bahlu Cosmic Remembrance cd

cd
2011/1968
new
One of the great definitive delights of dippiedom. A California bimbette who would've made amazing cartoon voice talent squeaks out barely-meaningful half-sentence mysticism about how she's waiting on hold while buddha drinks coffee. She sounds like she's reading cold, missing emphasis or cutting off sentences in odd places. And every time she pauses someone kicks a heavily reverbed electric guitar that's leaning up against an amp. Studio sitar-sploitation ticks along in the background, mostly oblivous to Kali's batty floundering. She made a single before this record came out & joined an LA band called Lite Storm afterwards, but this record is the one where she really jumps over the moon. I would also like to say that someone (who shall remain nameless), back in the days of answering machines, once left me over 100 messages just repeating 'collieballoo collieballoo collieballoo', merely because he thought I *might* have a copy of the record to sell him. So I can unjokingly say that it's an inspirational record. Tracklisting: A Game Called Who Am I, Cosmic Remembrance, A Cosmic Telephone Call, How Can I Tell My Guru.