Nothing left of Koo. Burnt into the Aether and the big steel recordings Beagle made gone to roof houses in LunaAzul years before I got borned. Wouldn't matter if they we're here for no way to spin them and no one can hear them. Just White Noise. Just Trash. Junk. All we got hearsay, you can listen: "we was playing Seattle, a low dive that was for a mean gangster fellow sold tea to white kids mostly for his money is what I heard. He was one of them all smiley to white folk and mean as hell to niggers and especially women. Had some browns he'd parade around whipped up like mules and then he's chasing honky jailbait with a watermelon smile. Crazy nigger.
"Hell, I can remember the damn set list. We play Body and Soul and break and there was this Radio the porter had, they didn't listen to X out in the club, though sometimes I think some of the drinkers come back with us, and we'd listen to the X on that. Oh it was wild stuff. It was whoa. It was like something really good you remember from being a child only it wasn't anything like that at all.
"I mean you didn't think WhiteFolk knew about them hoodoo things, and you could tell the ones you saw didn't know. Their faces blank. But you knew they hadn't let no BlackPeople run a Radio station even down there in Mexico. HooDoo supposed to be a BlackFolk secret, so some of them ChurchLadies hear that X and they make a face like someone let off gas. Ooh preachers were preaching.
"I knew this one crazy girl she had a whole shrine of X stuff around her Radio. We'd do it on the floor so as not to mess up her man's bed and I remember we knocked the Radio table one time and this thing it fell on my head and I said: "what the hell this?" and she say, " oh, that's my Radio X playdiddle thing." "Playdiddle thing?" I say. She say "yeah". I see what she mean and I'm like "whoa, I wanna see that". She showed me too. She was a crazy nigger. I loved that girl."
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