Thursday, May 01, 2003

Tulips they grow in Hollland and Holland's a pretty good place to live a few months a year. I had a professor in skool who was from Holland. He used to talk about how weird the Nazis were: "they'd go through books drawing lines through the stuff they didn't like but they were thin lines so you could read around them and mostly we only read the stuff with lines through it." I was thinking how nice it'd be to live in Holland a few months every year where they ain't so down on growing things and I ran into a book about Dutch Performance Art Jazz and in it there was this bit quoting what the Nazis didn't like and one of the things Nazis don't like is riffs repeated more than three times. I swear. They had a circular sent out about it. Don't you be going in and laying down a little sample and groovin on it with Nazis around. That kinda of jiving don't go with Nazis. My My. I seem to remember that banjos and ukuleles and saxophones don't go good with Nazis either and in this they coincide with certain elements in the Negro Church, which is the kind of Truth if you point it out everybody gets kind of hinkey, a hinkeyness I have been trying to circumvent in my construction of the Empire of Dr. Bienke. For a time I considered whitewashing everybody and it being a mime act and that's still something of a consideration when you're working in black and white, but recently I've been pondering extending the racial and religious palette to include new colours and creeds. For instance I made the baby jesus green. And I have always tended to have Koo red. And as of today I think I shall paint Cassie blue. She'll be my little blue girl. Dem ukelele blues. Dem ukulele blooze. I don't know how most of the crew of the Zeppelin I have forever been trying to get into the Empire of Dr. Bienke are gonna feel about Koo's sound. A novel is a statement of how you should live. Yes? No? Once you would tie it up to a journey or a process of seduction or the discovery of a villain, but Time, Time has sorta changed up on us. Yes? No? Now I'm guessing a novel is like a garden you go sit in. There are literary precedents. Koo plays in cuttings. The secret to Time Travel is you have to be very small. Most of the civilisations that have ever been hover in the sound of Koo's dying. 1:00:35 PM    comment []