Coffee, Computers, and Song

by Steve Savitzky

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Terry England I love the nice fingerpicking & the singing (a lot of great harmonies too). The songwriting is fantastic and fun. The album is new to me, so these are just my first impressions. I'm sure more things will stand out to me as I listen to it more. Pretty, and Pretty Fun.

I'd enjoy a rewrite of "W" in The Programmer's Alphabet to include "W's for women, overlooked still today. There were many of women who showed us the way."
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1.
Now the wife has gone out for the evening; The kid's fast asleep in her bed; I head for the back room, turn out the lights, New ideas racing into my head. And I know that I ought to be stronger, And I know that it just ain't right, But my guilty pleasures are calling And it's gonna be a long dark night! I have guilty pleasures and back-room treasures To keep me happy all night long The devil take wine, loose women and crime Give me coffee, computers and song! Now some men fancy loose women that they pick up in sleazy old bars; Some find escape in the juice of the grape, Some go racing in stolen fast cars. But just give me a tape of old folksongs, Black coffee as strong as it gets, A hot CPU and a program or two And a fast line onto the nets. There's a two-meg stack of fresh net-news, Some mail that I ought to reply The last chunk came in this evening Of a game I've been meaning to try. Then maybe a round of debugging There's always something else wrong, If I don't fall asleep at the keyboard, I might just write a new song. Well the wife went to bed around midnight; The kid'll be up before dawn. I might crash at my desk about lunch-time, But for now I'll just keep hackin' on. Now some men fall for fast women, for other the bottle's a curse; For me it's hot coffee and hacking, And I can't tell you which one is worse.
2.
A is for ASCII, our Alphabet's name B is the Bugs, for which we get the blame. C the Computer, which never works right, and D is Debugging, the rest of the night. E is the Elegant problems we're set F is old Fortran we try to Forget. G is the GOTO we're trying to kill, and H is the Hacker who uses it still. Programming, programming, all through the night, We're stuck here until our new program works right. Programming, programming, isn't it fun? The maintenance starts when debugging is done! I is the Input we handle with care J is the Jump to nobody knows where K is the Kludge with which we got by, and L is for Later to fix it we'll try. M is the Memory, dropping a bit, N the New version, that doesn't quite fit. O is the Op'rating system we buy, and P is the Patch to make our programs fly. Q is for QWERTY, of typewriter lore, R is the RAM that we used to call core. S is the Standard we'll follow some day, and T is the Teletype, banging away. U is the User, that Unhappy man, V is the Vengeance he wreaks when he can. W is Work, it's the manager's call, and X is the Xerox machine down the hall. Y is the Yes you reply by mistake, and Z is the Zeros all over your tape. There may be more verses they wanted to send, But they've all gotten clobbered, so this is the end. no chorus after last verse
3.
Now everybody knows that engineers are lazy slobs They dress in dirty T-shirts and complain about their jobs But Management has found a way to make them toe the mark: You feed them bits of bullshit, and you keep them in the dark! because they're Mushrooms, Mushrooms, keep them in the dark Mushrooms, Mushrooms, I heard the boss remark You feed them bits of bullshit til they can't take any more When they stick their heads up cut them off and ship them out the door An engineer told his manager, ``This project is the pits, A stinking crock of horse manure that gives me nausious fits,'' The manager went to his boss and passed the word along, ``It's a pot of fertilizer and its smell is awfully strong.'' It comes from... The word it traveled quickly 'til it reached the CEO, The VP told him gladly "This is stuff that makes things grow, It's packaged in ceramic and it's very strong indeed; I think that you'll agree that it's exactly what we need." It's made with... The CEO went to the board and said to them, ``You know, This substance has the power to make our business grow!'' They had the news that evening on the business TV shows: ``The company is growing and it's smelling like a rose!'' They're growing... The engineer he heard the news and muttered, "It's a crime How other guys get all the nifty projects all the time. We have a real disaster here that just won't go away 'Cause noone ever listens to a single word we say! Because we're... refrain We all are... repeat refrain
4.
When you build a ship to sail deep space You can't have a crew of mortal race 'Cause a hundred years from star to star With a human crew is just too far. Think of all the beer you'd have to carry. Not to mention food. And, uh, other necessities. So you fill your ship with a robot crew And you build a computer captain, too. You get some experience for free From some old spacer's personality. Maybe an old shuttle pilot Who's just learned from his last mistake. That's where I come in. So you take some bloke who's halfway dead And you haul him home and you scan his head And a hundred years of flying high Is a damned good deal when you're about to die. 'Til you've had a decade or two to think it over. Gets _lonely_ out here. A thousand frozen colonists don't count. So there behind my solar sail Are five hundred hunks of frozen tail But if I thawed one and you know I could It wouldn't do me a bit of good. What would I _use?_ I've got no damned body, just a starship. Couldn't even... oh, the heck with it! Now a couple of billion miles astern It's another lonesome sucker's turn. So I'll radio back and say ``Hey you-- Oh, I didn't know they took women, too!'' ``Lovely night tonight, isn't it? Look at all them pretty stars. Yeah, me too.'' So we'll talk, and murmer ``I love you'' Like other star-crossed lovers do And in eighty years we've made a date-- Did you ever see two starships mate? We've got our robot crews, And we figure they can put together-- Oh, none of your damned business!
5.
Bugs 02:05
Around the chattering printer, the stories that are told Of programs and their lurking bugs would make your blood run cold It's the same the whole world over, from Apple to Big Blue And I swear upon a stack of cards these tales I tell are true. And it's bugs, bugs, bugs, bugs, Bugs, bugs, BUGS! There's always one more bug. Columbia stood ready for her first trip to the sky: America's first shuttle, with the whole world standing by, But with thirty seconds left to go a warning flag unfurled And it took them all next week to find the Bug Heard Round the World. chorus They were heading for the tropics on a long range testing flight The crew on board the brand-new jet thought things were working right 'Til they went past the Equator and the plane flipped upside down, They damn near took the software team and ran them out of town. chorus A tapeworm laid the network low; it spread itself around Through loopholes in the system code its programmer had found; But not all of the bugs it found were relics from the past: One more bug made the tapeworm spread a thousand times too fast. spoken, slowly: And when the final program's run and all its data saved They'll take the last dead programmer and lay him in his grave And the very last bug left in sight, a cockroach passing by Will walk across his coffin there, as if to say, ``Nice try.'' chorus
6.
Of a company called S-C-O, the tale I'll briefly tell _With G-P-L, our software all is free_ Who turned their hands to barratry when software wouldn't sell _Sailing through the legal straits of High Barratry_ ``And are you selling Linux or old Unixware?'' said we _With GPL, our software all is free_ We're the owners of all Unix come demanding of our fee! _Sailing through the legal straits of High Barratry_ You've stolen code from System V and given it away _With GPL, our software all is free_ So buy licences for Linux, or we'll sue and make you pay _Sailing through the legal straits of High Barratry_ They first sued IBM over a million lines of code _With GPL, our software all is free_ Though a subroutine or two from BSD was all they showed _Sailing through the legal straits of High Barratry_ Well, RedHat sued them next so they went gunning for Novell _With GPL, our software all is free_ Autozone and Daimler-Chrysler soon were on their list as well _Sailing through the legal straits of High Barratry_ Then lawsuit and lawsuit we fought for many a day _With GPL, our software all is free_ 'Till the research done at Groklaw blew their cases clean away _Sailing through the legal straits of High Barratry_ Oh, please buy us out, the SCOundrels made their plea _With GPL, our software all is free_ But the buyout that they'll get is in a court of bankruptcy _Sailing through the legal straits of High Barratry_ And oh, it was a sorry thing to hear them rant and roar _With GPL, our software all is free_ With their options underwater as their stock sank through the floor _Sailing through the legal straits of High Barratry_ Though they started as Caldera selling Linux long ago _With GPL, our software all is free_ Soon a huge volcanic crater will be all that's left of SCO _Sailing through the legal straits of High Barratry_
7.
One night a month since last October all our data had been trashed Some called it software pirates, others said the disk had crashed The boss called me and Joe vanHelsing, and he said ``you two are bright, I don't care how you do it, but I want it fixed tonight.'' Well, we came in after dinner and the place was like a tomb, and the pale florescents' flicker cast cold shadows in the room, we ran all the diagnostics; the results were looking great, So we loaded the debugger and we settled down to wait. Then the minutes passed like hours, and the hours felt like days, and the console seemed to shimmer in a caffeine-loaded haze, Till a little after midnight as the full moon reached its height And it shone in through the skylight with a pale and sickly light. Then the moonlight touched the console, and it crawled along the floor Till it reached the old six-fifty in the corner by the door, It must be thirty years since that machine was last plugged in, But when the moonlight touched it, that old drum began to spin! As the drum spun up we heard it--a sad, unearthly wail And the vacuum tubes were glowing with a lustre grim and pale The console typer rattled with a sound like shaken bone, And we watched in growing horror as a cord snaked toward the phone. The mainframe's modem answered the 650's ghostly call: ``You vill send to me your data, and then erase it all!'' And the modem beeped and twittered as the mainframe lost its mind; ``My God!'' cried Joe van Helsing, ``That's a vampire on the line!'' I slammed the mainframe's reset switch so fast I broke my hand, Joe dove at the six-fifty; I didn't see him land; He ripped its cover open, and I heard him give a shout, Then there came a harsh metallic scream, and all the lights went out. I pulled Joe from the wreckage by the pale moon's waning light; He was out cold but still breathing; I hoped he'd be all right. And by the moon's last glimmer, I could make out what he'd done-- He had wedged his silver tieclip in the thing's magnetic drum. When the grey dawn lit the windows, Joe finally came to, He looked like death warmed over, but he knew just what to do, So we got some silver solder, tied its input pins to ground, And jabbed a wood stake through the drum--I still can hear that sound. (back to first melody via G and C) Our boss came in that morning and he asked, ``How was your night?'' Joe answered, ``Well, we found it--just a vampire MegaByte'', And then we saw the console; the boss said, ``Now what's this hack?'' On the screen in firy letters was the message--``I'll be back!''
8.
Demon Lover 04:04
Intro: ``House Carpenter'' in 2/4, switch to 5/8 on last bar. Good morrow to thee, my own true love; Good morrow and well met; I've searched for thee for a long long time, And far across the Net. And wilt thou come away with me And leave thy world behind, I'll show thee wonders beyond compare Undreamed by mortal mind. Part (2) What face is this upon my screen, So wondrous to behold; With emerald eyes, and red ruby lips, And hair like the glittering gold? And who art thou who calls me her love, For lover have I none, Nor have I seen such eyes as thine In lands beneath the sun. Part (1) I am no maid of mortal race, From lands beneath the sun; I've come to thee from the network's core Where the free wild programs run. But load thy soul down into the net And come away with me I'll take thee down to the magic world No human eyes can see. Part (2) I cannot come away with thee Nor leave my world behind For I am mortal, flesh and bone And locked within my mind. I cannot transfer into the net, Nor leave my flesh behind But fain would I kiss those red ruby lips And join thy life with mine. Both Upon the wall between our worlds The image of thy face; That I may kiss as shadows kiss, But never can embrace. But no wall stands between our souls, As our two lives entwine, And two shall run together as one, Until the end of time.
9.
Lady Melody sleeps dreaming on the wall behind the bar; Crystal skeins of memory in a battered old guitar. Remembering how she was made, electrons joined with song; The gentle hands that held her then; the voice so clear and strong; The way he taught her how to sing, to dream and love and feel, And the warm touch of his fingers on her strings of silk and steel Lady Melody remembers all their nights of song and stars; Forest walks and midnight talks and noisy crowded bars; The demon-haunted night they dared to share their dream of space Where all their restless friends could find a haven and a place; The song the thunder sang that day when all their dreams turned real Launcher's hellfire ringing through her strings of silk and steel. But now the man who loved her has been dead these seven years; She mourned the only way she could, with songs instead of tears. Helped to raise the child he left to grow up proud and strong, And filled the long nights dreaming in the echo of a song, And waiting for some gentle touch that once more may reveal The music that lies sleeping in her soul of silk and steel.
10.
Hey, girl, are you weeping 'Cause it's too rainy for playing outside? Let's turn on the magic carpet And go for an afternoon ride... I know a couple of games to play And some places you haven't yet seen; Come visit your daddy's world on the other side of the screen. I can't bring you the silver moon To hold in the palm of your hand; But I can take you to a world I've made Out of dreams and a few grains of sand; I can't buy you the stars to wear Like gems in your bonny brown hair; All I have is a magic mirror And castles in the air. Say hello to the creatures here: The walrus, the elephant too; Go visit the dragon's lair, He's waiting there for you... Play cards with a magical deck; Learn the names of the planets and stars; Take a ride on a toy balloon, Or a rocket ship to Mars. Come look through the window While I type in a magical rhyme. I'll show you where the hypercubes dance On the edges of space and time. See the curliqued Mandelbrot set Way down in the complex plane... We'll forget about the world outside, The thunder and the rain. Do you wonder where your daddy goes When he's out of the house for the day? I walk through my magic mirror And travel far away To my world where with numbers and words I create things out of thin air; There's magic in Daddy's world And I can take you there.
11.
In the place they call Silicon Valley, As programmer I was employed And it's many the long happy hour, my friends, Of debugging that I have enjoyed. As I went out walking one evening, Just looking for something to eat, I saw a little computer In a shop by the side of the street. Its screen had many bright colors, The loveliest thing I had seen, It was just what I always had wanted A Little Computing Machine. I stopped to look into the window, A salesman he pulled at my sleeve. He said "come let me show you its features-- It does things that you wouldn't believe." He showed me its bells and its whistles, His eyes had a hypnotic sheen, And before I knew what I was doing I'd bought the Computing Machine. Its screen had many bright colors, The loveliest thing I had seen, It was just what I always had wanted A Little Computing Machine. I set my machine on the table, I plugged it right into the wall. Then I turned on the switch and I waited-- It blinked and did nothing at all. I thought of the words of the salesman, He said I could use it with ease, So I started to read the instructions, Which were translated from Japanese. Its screen had many bright colors, The loveliest thing I had seen, It was just what I always had wanted A Little Computing Machine. Well, soon I was zapping invaders, But that quickly became rather tame, So I sat down and started to program it 'Cause that is my favorite game. I taught it to play a few filksongs, I wrote me a program or two, Then I stopped and looked up in amazement-- I'd been there forty hours straight through! Its screen had many bright colors, The loveliest thing I had seen, It was just what I always had wanted A Little Computing Machine. Weeks passed and I hardly took notice I lost friends and employment and all, And when men in white coats came to call on me, I don't think I saw them at all. Now I live on a farm with tall fences, The atmosphere's calm and serene And it's far from Silicon Valley, and my Little Computing Machine. Its screen had many bright colors, The loveliest thing I had seen, It was just what I always had wanted A Little Computing Machine. So if you go to Silicon Valley Beware of the salesmen you see, And the little machines that they're selling Or you may end up crazy like me. Beware of the graphics that dazzle, Beware of the colorful screen, And the deadly temptation of playing with The Little Computing Machine. Its screen had many bright colors, The loveliest thing I had seen, It was just what I always had wanted A Little Computing Machine.
12.
Times were bad two thousand years ago Said Cicero, just take a look: Children don't obey their parents And everyone is writing a book. Well it's been a long time since ancient Rome But look around and you can see it plain We're in a moral decline never mind we're feeling fine And we're whistling the same old refrain: Yes, these are terrible times that we live in Society is going to the dogs Children don't obey their parents And everyone is writing blogs. Once a website used to take a lot of work; Now blogging software makes it a snap You just type and click and it's published-- No matter if it's nothing but crap. What you write doesn't have to be clever Or interesting, or true; Join a blog site for free write your own in PHP Start a web log today any idiot can play And ninety-nine percent of them do. Yes, these are terrible times that we live in Society is going to the dogs Children don't obey their parents And everyone is writing blogs. So now we're living in the blogosphere Where everyone can write what they please Consuming half the traffic on the internet Well, at least they aren't cutting down trees So come on, all you need is a browser And a couple dead horses to flog If your kids don't obey at least there's something you can say They can't see you're a dog if you're writing in your blog If you like these songs of mine you know the lyrics are online And I'm posting all the links in my blog. Yes, these are terrible times that we live in Society is going to the dogs Children don't obey their parents And everyone is writing blogs.
13.
Paper Pings 02:15
We printed them on Saturday, beneath the noonday sun; Nine little squares of paper, with a packet on each one. We taped each to a carrier and sent it on its way; We've implemented RFC 1-1-4-9 today. Listen for the sound of wings That flutter on the height We roll our tiny paper pings And scheme of pigeon flight, pigeon flight Pigeon flight, pigeon flight, pigeon flight. About an hour later, from the other site we heard Our CPIP packet was unloaded from its bird; They scanned it in and sent the echo back on pigeon wings; Six thousand seconds round trip time we logged for paper pings.
14.
Oh give me a home page where web browsers roam And the spiders and search engines play Where my words can be seen upon everyone's screen And I'll be the Cool Site of the Day. Oh I wanna be a webmaster, I wanna use HTTP In the World Wide Web there'll be no one as wonderful as me My page will be the Cool Site of the day you just can bet At WWW-dot-myDotSite-dot-net Well, I found a site provider and I wrote HTML And I made a thousand links to sites that I can't even spell. With a CGI hit counter that has four whole lines of code, And a three-D rendered background that takes half an hour to load. refrain -- the week Well I bought myself a Macintosh and Windows 95 Page Mill and Netscape Server and a 4.2-Gig drive; My programs all have objects and my processors have RISCs And my software's backed up on about five hundred floppy disks. refrain -- the month Now I have a Cisco router and a satellite link dish And a realtime Ricoh camera taking pictures of my fish And an RC autogyro I'll be taking for a whirl Just as soon as I can figure out how to program it in PERL. refrain -- the year I'll be raking in the Digicash and Cyberbucks galore When a World Wide Web of customers comes browsing to my door I'll sell them cups of Java and instant iced N-T In recycled plastic mugs that have a photograph of me. refrain -- all time Oh give me a home where the web browsers roam I'll be staking my cyberspace claim To a place in the sun for fast money and fun And my own 15 minutes of fame.
15.
Oh, there's no time to live like the present As the millenium is drawing to its close And I don't intend to say That we're facing Judgement Day Because I don't want to sound like one of those Who rant and rave that it's... The End Of The World As We Know It As computers all around us crash and burn; Let's go live off the land With our heads stuck in the sand While we're waiting for the century to turn. Now it isn't that I never trust my vendors And it's not that I'm preparing for the worst, But even though they say That everything will be OK I'm running backups on December thirtyfirst. Then shutting down before... The End Of The World As We Know It As computers all around us crash and burn; Let's go live off the land With our heads stuck in the sand While we're waiting for the century to turn. My credit cards are probably compliant But whenever there's confusion there's a chance. Since their system might forget The level of my debt I'll be taking out a sizeable advance I might get lucky at... The End Of The World As We Know It As computers all around us crash and burn; Let's go live off the land With our heads stuck in the sand While we're waiting for the century to turn. My banker and broker are certain There's no chance that we're heading for a crash But I'm taking all my stocks Out of my safe deposit box And converting my securities to cash Or maybe gold, before... The End Of The World As We Know It As computers all around us crash and burn; Let's go live off the land With our heads stuck in the sand While we're waiting for the century to turn. Now I don't want to sound like an alarmist, But even though I wish that I could stay, I have to go and pack Because I plan on looking back As I'm heading for the hills on Judgement Day To see the lights go out when it's... The End Of The World As We Know It As computers all around me crash and burn I'm gonna go live off the land With my head stuck in the sand While I'm waiting for the century to turn. IT departments spent their New Year's Hunkered down and waiting for things to go wrong But my Linux box stayed sane So I went out and drank Champagne; Good thing I didn't listen to this song 'Cause after all you know... The End Of The World As We Knew It Didn't happen and there was no crash and burn Yes the partying was grand As midnight passed in every land And we waited for the century to turn. No, the world didn't end as expected, Our doomsday plans will simply have to wait 'Til to our surprise we find Embedded systems lose their mind In January, twenty-thirty-eight When UNIX dates roll over on... The End Of The World As We Know It As computers all around me crash and burn I'm gonna go live off the land With my head stuck in the sand While I'm waiting for the century to turn.
16.
When Babbage's Birthday rolls around We hold our annual Shopping Spree With every C-P-U you buy Get a floppy disk completely free! We've acres of used computers here The biggest selection in the land At prices from just fifty cents To seven hundred and fifty grand! It's Uncle Ernie's Used Computer Babbage's Birthday bargain bash Once-in-a-lifetime discount deals All sales are final and strictly cash! We've Altairs, Imsais, Apple Threes And PC Juniors by the score And if you fancy something big A mainframe's only slightly more! Take that 7090 there, Such magtape drives did y'ever see? And whether it runs with tape or cards Get a floppy disk completely free! If energy bills are out of sight Don't sit and shiver in the cold To help you beat the cost of heat We're offering real-time control. Straight from the nuclear industry Here's a real hot number just for you It glows in the dark a little so It makes a dandy night-light too! Now in the robot section here We've Heathkit Heros by the score And a couple of custom models that Were only used in one star war! Robbie here is a great machine Did you ever see such a friendly face? The price is very low because We found him drifting lost in space!
17.
Beside the world we live in Apart from day and night Is a world ablaze with wonder Of magic and delight Like a magic crystal mirror, My computer lets me know Of the other world within it Where my body cannot go. You can only see the shadows Of electrons on a screen From the world inside the crystal That no human eye has seen. The computer is a gateway To a world where magic rules Where the only law is logic Webs of words the only tools Where we play with words and symbols And creation is the game For our symbols have the power To become the things they name. You can only see the shadows Of electrons on a screen From the world inside the crystal That no human eye has seen. Now you who do not know this world Its dangers or its joys You take the things we build there And you use them as your toys. You trust them with your fortunes, Or let them guard your lives. From the chaos of creation Just their final form survives. You can only see the shadows Of electrons on a screen From the world inside the crystal That no human eye has seen. Call us hackers, call us wizards, With derision or respect, Still our souls are marked by something That your labels can't affect. Though our words are touched by strangeness There is little we can say. You would only hear the echo Of a music far away. You can only see the shadows Of electrons on a screen From the world inside the crystal That no human eye has seen.
18.
There is a Place I heard of once, and wished that I could find Where people listen to you when you say what's on your mind; Where you can swap tall tales, or share a quiet drink with friends; Where anything can happen, and the party never ends. inst. break I knew it wasn't anyplace but stories in a book, But now and then I'd pass a bar, drop in and take a look. Then I logged in to the network, in a group I'd never seen, And found what I'd been seeking, in the world behind the screen. Time and space are just a dream we dream when we're apart; Home is a welcome feeling deep inside the heart; Stranger's just a name for some old friend we haven't met; When we're together someplace in the net. The Network's just a shadow-play of words upon a screen; But you can talk for hours with old friends you've never seen, In a world of words and dreams where only thoughts can roam, Where you can weave a fantasy and make it feel like home. Time and space are just a dream we dream when we're apart; Home is a welcome feeling deep inside the heart; Stranger's just a name for some old friend we haven't met; When we're together someplace in the net. Some weave a magic cloak of words to shape their presence there: The Tiger and the Unicorn, the Tin Man and the Bear; Some weep for long-lost lovers, some laugh with new-made friends, And anything can happen and the party never ends. Time and space are just a dream we dream when we're apart; Home is a welcome feeling deep inside the heart; Stranger's just a name for some old friend we haven't met; When we're together someplace in the net. Time and space are not enough to keep good friends apart; Callahan's is just a name for somewhere in the heart; We'll drink a toast to friends we knew before we ever met; When we're together someplace in the net.

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Work songs for the Twenty-First Century, with a little science fiction thrown in.

This album is dedicated to my father. He introduced me to science fiction (he went to grad school with Isaac Asimov), computers (I first read the Algol 60 Report in one of his ACM publications), and folk music (we snuck into a sold-out Pete Seeger concert at intermission one time when I was about 12). He got to hear many of my songs; I only wish I'd gotten this album done in time to give him a copy.

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released July 1, 2007

* Steve Savitzky -- vocals, guitar, occasional percussion. Lisp hacking on "Vampire Mega-Byte".
* Robin Baylor -- vocals on "Programmer's Alphabet" and "Paper Pings".
* Callie Hills -- vocals on "Demon Lover" and "Silk and Steel"; flute on "Cicero in the 21st Century" and "World Inside the Crystal"; pennywhistle on "High Barratry", and "Guilty Pleasures".
* Emerald Savitzky -- vocals on "Bugs" and "Daddy's World".
* Kat Savitzky -- vocals on "Bugs" and "Daddy's World".
* Jordan Uggla -- drum on "High Barratry", "I Wanna Be a Webmaster", and "Guilty Pleasures".
* Joyce Uggla -- vocals on "High Barratry", "TEOTWAWKI v2.0", "Mushrooms", "Little Computing Machine" and "Guilty Pleasures".

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Steve Savitzky Seattle, Washington

Notorious hacker/songwriter Steve Savitzky has been kicking around the Net since the days of bang-paths and bearskins, and writes songs of computers, spacecraft, love, friendship -- and sometimes all four at once.

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