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Quazarz came to the Earth from somewhere else, a musicalambassador from his place to ours. Somehow, through fire or through fury, thePalaceer of caught wind of the tale, and it is through hisprism that we hear the story.

The beach was there, and Atlaantiis, and chemical alterationsand cell memories and Andre Norton, Richard K. Morgan, and always OctaviaButler. There were killings and there were votes, and brutality in both. Therewas sound and there were other worlds, and there was a vastness soparticipation sometimes came only at the edges. And the Palaceer coasted downwith the alien notion, like Quazarz, and so became.

On Quazarz when they look at this place they see theinhabitants, the humans, but they don’t assess as we do. And so Quazarz wassent to meet a cat with vibration, a creative and courageous, caring,compassionate dude that stood out. The dude was a drug dealer, but that wasneither here nor there, until his dealings squashed the rendezvous, leaving ouralien alone to figure out what this place is really all about.

Coming from a simpler, more essential, innocent place, thehero could not make heads nor tails of most advancements. From an aerial view,he saw that a good percentage of earthly vibrations were on very small squaresand it became his belief that this world was very disposable and the spans short.His opinion was not of anything good nor bad but simply the truth. Themachines—he noted—though at the behest of their master’s voice, are scorned,and jealous as all hell.

And so the tale is told while surfing on the board of ShabazzPalaces, with its sturdy base angled for takeoff on a new trajectory. There isnew blood and space and room to be different and have different assets anddifferent art and different ways to talk and also open up some space inside todo something new. There are pages and there are drawings, and color and facesand inked dialogues written in ancient futuristic hieroglyph. There are scalesand there is melody and there are Sunny days and there is Darkness, but that—itshould be noted—to the Palaceer is not a lack of illumination or brightness.Maybe it is dark, but in it is always optimism and joy, a bright darkness and afull, hopeful one as well.

It comes in gold, and it comes for the night. And so Quazarzsang the Jealous Machines. And so too did the Jealous Machines sing the.