K- please call me the masked pauper- wilson

(Note from the Editor, K: We are proud to bring you the latest from wilson & heath. The artists instructed me to display this with marked out sections and black electrical tape randomly across passages, then to tear some of it into little pieces and reassemble it. I thought this was a great idea but then I read it. There I go getting all precious again!!! You will just have to print it out and do the tearing and taping at home for fun on your own. Then you get to enjoy all the steps just like I am. May I suggest you periodically make some loud droning noises while you read to further your experience? Play the wilson & heath mini movie for ideas.)

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a typical performance
(high end)
(high end)
(high end)
(high end)
(vintage synthesizer sound a la Foghat)
Led Zeppelin tapestry
It’s been such a long time
Drove a Cadillac Car
(high end)
A massaging of the temples with small rocks
(double high end)
Hotel, Motel Red Roof Inn
Man, there was like 600 people in this dark warehouse, and Lightning Bolt was right there in the middle! Fucking Insanity Man! That’s what music’s all about!
Gnarly Times
My fist is so strong I don’t even have to touch my guitar to play it.
(then there is this sound that’s like, really fucking crazy. And it’s in stereo!)
(high end)
Well, my record collection is bigger than yours. Upon my broken abdomen a tempo
of mazes in disuse
the sound of eyes widening (amplified)
18 naughty school boys using swear words
eating soap and vomiting
eclipsed by falling pianos which
fill the screen
It’s out of print
Two Virgins
Do you have the 7 inch on____________(fill in blank) records? I do.
Don’t fear the reaper
He likes _______________ (fill in blank)
Man they suck
I don’t like music
Hey
(high end) (some more)
is that all you play
I could do that
pinball wizard don’t drive the cadillac reaper
Man that sounds off the hizook old school
It was just a joke
(then all of a sudden it turns into this real low end drone sound which is balanced by this echoed harmonica. And then it goes crazy. seriously, I’ll
burn you a copy)
Nah
my right arm goes woozy
I sever it and keep playing
my left arm goes numb
I sever it and keep playing
a recipe:
eight trumpets with their bells hammered flat
cthulu awakening gong
glass shattering layered throughout all
audible frequencies and beyond
the sound of applause (silence)
a murmuring of quicksand
elegies to dead rock n’ roll idols
2 numb severed arms
yeah, well
um, what’s your name ooops I fucked up
sond check no oh come on fuck
just play just play
oh that sucked
bleh
(high end finally to the range that is beyond human audibility)
no
no
yeah, it’s okay
got it on cassette 32 pounds + shipping eh it’s okay
feh
I can’t believe I spend this much money on other people’s lives

A thousand pardons apologies
{disavow me to your weakest desire
I will sleep in your memory like
a shard of bone in your veins
the next time I enter your mind
you will pass our love to a dwelling
of clay drones and absent footsteps}

music is escapist? but better than religion
(high end)
a radio slowly pans through the fm band
then the am, the television, the weather broadcast, then shortwave, then ham radio signals, then VLF spy transmissions, interspersed with VHF streaking comet
lightning + aurora nonsense, then the radio waves emitted by the human body,(images of glaciers moving ever quicker- starting at glacial speed ending in super speed backwards moving glacial scrapings over the arms of......)
these rotten teeth rattle in a can
in which I spit
together with twine impaled outside
a godlike pride
argogane wreaks (reeks) meager reapings in the realm of fallen music
most high devils to the shrapnel of my tonsils
bleeding morse code into your vagina
weeping all apparition who draws a violin
bow across my snow white neck
the curtain descends (blood gushes wildly from stage like the elevator in The Shining)
the sound of applause (silence)