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[Malt Refund]

PDFs are the easy way out! I'm gonna keep on truckin'! Here's the next color [COLOR=paleturquoise]aquamarine[/COLOR].. hardest one I've had the pleasure of reading but its well worth it, its a great big hole into Karl's head not to mention his writing and music-making processes. ^__^

"I progressed swiftly to the personnel service
and 'personnel' adds in the back of the Village Voice
Was handed hard-core fliers from Jackie 60
a famous gay, lesbian: tranvestitish club in the meat packing district
And was curious about my instant revulsion to copies of 'Screw Magazine'
they were literally strewn around the studios of Electronic Lady Land of 8th street
by its editor. who had a regular slot on Public Access TV
that he punctuated thoroughly by yelling
'So Screw You!'
That was the obvious place for me to begin picking up the fragments
The dialogue and images around me were sort of 'easy'
They just sort of 'appeared'
As if they'd never been there before
Street-speak
Not slang
Not that shit
No
I got tired of that really fast
I mean everyday common-or-garden 'Local dialect'
Fragments so changed you could take them thousands of miles away
and they'd still come out stinking of the places you got 'em

NewYork.. like most of America, is a film with the contrast turned up
It was 'the easy place' to get started
I could see them 'fragments' clearly
pick out the stuff that grabbed me
and get it on paper
Write it down
sample it

That's where it began
And for the next 4 years thats where everything 'began' for me
Always returning to NewYork
whenever it was time for us to start making a new record

All I needed was a little booze
and the night
and I could write
happily
collect everything
everything I encountered
Spitting it out
moving thru the beautiful dirty

And in the morning
It was all there on paper
One half of the deal 'kept'
and all I had to do was be the 'straight head' and decipher the scrawl
That was the deal
It worked
and we stuck to it, me and the 'night worker'
Producing our more resonant and financially successful work to date....

Suck the fragments out of the mouth of the woman in the pink jumper
Sweet autumn air dressed in the contents of her lungs
In the sun
Then 'another'
A bloke in a Bulls Cap sticks wires in his ears"

[grady]

Thanks for doing the hard work Malt. I'm saving the text for each page you're transcribing now in the event, knock on wood, that the forums disappear again.

[Malt Refund]

No prob, I likes it.. yeah save a copy, I'm positive -1 will since he is the collector of everything and I know these will someday go into his Underworld museum for which I will get free tickets to. Heres the [COLOR=darkorchid]purple[/COLOR] pages..

"reflecting neon's for those joined us at Stroud
'thankyou'
'thankyou'
you going to London
Clear
Dear
Awaiting the arriving reflected neon's stripped sticks slipping
thankyous in the Dark rhythms gathering bags hats falling
'Is there a buffet?'
'Yes!'
he's just Dark rhythms cautious between the seats

When I wrote most of this originally
When I gathered these 'images'
I was drunk

It made things simpler

You should've been there
That was a place to see
And space enough in my head
You could've sat up there and got it pure
that's when you should've turned up
and that's when you could've soaked it up
it was good then
pure
something worth it
This is just 'diluted'

There's a way into a place like that
A ritual
A set of prescribed functions
A door
And I found it

I'd turn up
Leave one identity out side
And pick another up on the way in
It was simple
'Great'
Identity-passport
Passport-identity
Get drunk
Change
Simple

Observe, and write
You should've heard me then
doing the drunk
Words in my head were pure
Fucking great stuff
But only so much got onto paper
And thought I kept getting better

(Kept practising)

You just can't write that fast
Exchange a bit one identity
Slip into a bit of the other
Get into another place
See the world from a different perspective
Occupy another space
and collect them juicy 'stuffs' in there

The suit wipes its nose on the wrist
The suit leans against the glass
open at the neck
Scratches down the inside of its back
Scratches down its neck
Scratches its nose
Wipes its nose with the back of the other hand
Holds onto the pole
a little stainless steel in the palm
The suit picks it
turns its back and goes straight up the nostril with the other fingers
Scratches up its lip
its neck
its chin
Wipes its face with the other hand
its face up against the doors
is waiting for the arriving platforms

I became consciously aware, and began using, the 'music of cities'
after a two week work stay in NewYork
That's where I literally 'woke up on it' one morning, lying in bed,
hearing the sound of the Manhattan rush-hour,
as if it was the most magnificently and deliberately scored sound
track."