How Can You Be In Two Places at Once When You're Not Anywhere at all

"What?" "We can't talk here." "Oh, you're right, we can't talk here." I swear, my friends and I had "The Further Adventures of Nick Danger" totally memorized when we were in high school from start to finish. Granted, I still hear "spread-eagled on the floor" no matter what this version says, but what remains is still brilliant satire, word-play, and inspired comedy. BTW, the FULL TITLE of this album is classic Firesign word-play: "All Hail Marx and Lennon or How Can You Be In Two Places at the Same Time When You're Not Anyplace at All?". Utter brilliance on vinyl!

A classic, inspired, surreal comedy album. For the record, a previous reviewer was mistaken in thinking it was sanitized. The phrases "Spread eagled on the floor" and "Rocky Rococo at your cervix" both appeared later in the Nick Danger piece. One of the best.

how many insaniacs like us are out there? i keep running into people where, all they need is a cue like "a snake slithered into my wife" and they're off and running. i thought i was the only one who carried these things around for years. oh well, i guess we're all bozos on this bus. as far as a review,if so many of us are running around with this stuff in our heads after 35 years, IT MUST BE GOOD!

Is this possible? They kid because they love, right? Even as my download proceeds, I read that this record has been censored. Hardly a movie, sitcom, floor cleaner or brand of gum is not sold dripping with moronic innuendo and sociopathic perversity, and yet poor old too-clever-by-half Firesign Theater, poor old litely literate thinking goofball's Cheech & Chong has been sanitized for our protection. A poor old fan but no die-hard, someone who just wanted to share some FS fun with someone who lived through the day but somehow missed out, I'm at a loss for further words that comply with the above "tips for writing a great review."

The mix of absurdity, self referentialism, nonsequitors, radio noir, and tightly scripted mistakes results in a style that reflects the fun of the later psychodelic era. The highlight is "The Further Adventures of Nick Danger" ("Oh you mean Nancy") which occupies the second side, but the first side has great moments and a loose knit unity.

I have very fond memories of this album. I had to memorize it for a production I was part of back in 1975 at JFK High School in Granada Hills, CA. I was a stand in for one of the actors, but it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. I am definitely going to buy this album. Just close your eyes while playing it and this stuff just comes alive. It's just plain good stuff! Comedy, parody and radio at its best!

You mean the old same place. You can't get there from here. How many times we laughed our butts off, listening to the silliness of this. But as a fan of old-time radio, Nick Danger is worth the whole album. The satire is hilarious. And the innuendos... I could go on all night but I had to split the key with the doorman.

so many familiar lines. it's a little creepy to listen to this 37 years later. not quite as funny as I remember.

Anyone worth their salt and Army jacket loved Firesign in the late 60's. Great album, but beware....this version has been sanitized. In opening stanza for example: "my secretary lay snoring on the floor" in original is "spread eagle on the floor..." Rocci Rococo at your service... should be at "your cervix". Odd they would clean up this sutle humor.

"Designed With Your Mind in Mind" Are those my cues? Yes and they must be dry by now..."We can't talk here...no one can hear us here (what?) Oh, never mind!"..."You May Wait Here in the Sitting Room or Sit Here in the Waiting Room"..."What kind of chump do you take me for? First class!"..."Everyone knew her as Nancy"..."Danger, you haven't seen the last of me!! No, but the first of you turns my stomach!"..."When I came to...I had a head full of ideas and a mouthful of cotton-candy"...He's no fun, he fell right over!..."It isn't us! It's an interesting approach, but it isn't us"..."No, put down that pickle!"...Keep your nose out of police business!...The boost you get from Looseners..."He drove in here...at the last possible moment, he stopped on a dime...unfortunately the dime was in Mr. Rococco's pocket"..."Rocky Rococco at your cervix"..Oh, that's right, he's not in my flashback"...I'm dead, I've been killed! This hasn't happened to me since "M"..."Climate Control. Let's see what kind of climate I can get"...Tropical Paradise! I think I'll give it a try!..Hey, what are you guys doing in my car?!..Doctor, give him something for his cough! Alright, here's a quarter.That's not much. It's not much of a cough...You guys are nothing but a pack of cards...Does anyone know a little Egytian? A little Egytian? Everyone knows Ahmed, served my every need...Hold it right there! Glad to! Now I think I'll leave it over here!...Boy it's nice out. Yeah, I think we ought to leave it out..."We were running away from poverty, intolerance and the army"...They took to us and we took from them...Rock-a-feller!!...SO how about THAT?! Mr. Hippie? What have you done for ME lately? Ask the postman, ask the mailman,...ask that cop that's knocking on your back door..Ask him! "THAT'S Amercia buddy! "Who am us anyway?" They didn't ask questions like that back in 1776...Give me them, or I'm going over there! "YOU AIN'T GOT NO FRIENDS ON THE LEFT! YOU'RE RIGHT! YOU AIN'T GOT NO FRIENDS ON THE RIGHT! YOU'RE LEFT! They came from the endless plains of Iowa, the white-trash mountains of Virginia..."Yes, them too! A lot of them, mostly them, and not many of us. And that's why we're here, and they're there. So there! Mr. Monday-Morning Quarterback, Mr. Wheelchair General. Are you going to turn your back on America's fighting men, when he come 'knock-knock-knockin' at your front door?"..."We're Bringing the War Back Home!"