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in the beginning, there was the sound,
and the sound came from the band,
and the band was slack,
and the blues was good.
but the band fell on troubled times
and due to unprecedented slackness
on behalf of all musicians involved,
slack had almost ceased to exist,
except in the hearts and memories
of the all but forgotten chosen ones.
passed down through the mists of time
the legend grew of it's own accord,
fooling the blind and cursing the weak.
"such nonsense as could not be true"
some said, but the legend prospered
and grew the more for it's absurdity.
"the day is nigh" the anointed ones espoused,
"when the beast shall rise from the past
and the music in our hearts shall live again,
and the world will rejoice."
and behold, a great light shone down,
and thunder did peal, and lightning spark,
and grown men did bow their heads,
for verily did they knowest that
at last the giant had awakened.
slack by name and slack by nature
get ready for the return of the beast,
hold on to your hat
but don't hold your breath.
slack's back,
soon,
very soon,
i can feel it,
but will the world be ready this time?
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stay tuned to this station for slacknews as it breaks,
and we'll keep you up to date with developments as they . . . develop.
also on the way: more pictures, art, music, stories, and wasted space
than you can poke a stick at.
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