glass breaking in 33 television sets stacked on top of each other while wendy o. williams drives a school bus straight through them and i stand on top of the bus like one of the freakin merry pranksters, playing the sound track from various DVDs into my Kaoss pad and mix it in with a beat from one of those little toy record players playing this super rare northern soul 45 with this slamming beat but then its running through this ancient tape delay pedal, what do they call it.. the echoplex?, so it just sounds amazingly fucked up yet kind of funky in this delirious way all the while i am just watching it happen in slow motion... the bus continues to accelerate but never reaches the television sets, in perpertual motion yet never reaching its destination, and then again perhaps this moment in the destination... then again maybe i am experiencing all of this yet none of it is really happening. if old someone had been there with a camcorder.
Sounds Like
Oh god.. well kind of like the Stay Puf marshmallow man meets malcolm x in the middle? No.. scratch that I dont want to piss anybody off. It sounds like a bootleg of a cut and paste experiment that failed but had a cast of characters that made it sound like it would be interesting but then really wasn't. Like Starsky and Hutch meets Household Objects. That long lost cassette tape from the bottom of my waste basket that got beer and cigarette butss all in it and it sounded like shit but then you weren't really sure... is that what it is SUPPOSED to sound like? So, anyway, back to all of the TV sets... I have just been really into that idea... like Peter Sellers in Being There, or Bowie in The Man Who Fell to Earth.... or like one of those 80s dance clubs, except no one is there except you... 57 channels and nothing on. Nothing and everything all of the time. The consumate culture of consumers is overcome by existential comedy and children's records melted together in a giant cesspool of self-destructing cassettes.
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