On a whim, I ordered a bunch of CDs tonight. Most of my
order was the glorious music of my misspent youth, filling
out my CD collection with stuff I used to own on vinyl or
Among other things, I picked up two by The Fall, a few XTC
albums, "Meet the Residents", some Bowie ("Aladdin Sane"
and "Heros") and Eno's "Before & After Science". Listening
these is going to be a big college flashback for me.
The big splurge item of the night was the four-CD William S.
Burroughs boxed set that I've been coveting for some time.
Burroughs has always been my favorite of the Beats, ever
since I read Naked Lunch when I was seventeen. I
know what the hell to make of it, but suddenly all of that
SF crap I'd been digesting for years didn't seem so clever
Listening to Burroughs read is a pleasure in itself. I'd
recommend the excellent "Call Me
Burroughs" to any of the adventurous among you.
In fact, I'll make you this guarantee: if you buy this
album, and if you really hate it, I'll defray your
cost by buying you three beers. (This offer is only valid
if the request for the beer is made to me in person. You
must be able to verbalize your reason for not liking it
coherently. "It sucks", "It is boring" and "All he does is
talk about weird stuff" are not acceptable reasons.
beers must be consumed in one sitting. Void where