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Punched in the face (more from the archives)

September 6, 2008

Hey big nob. It’s the turn of the millenium. You’re a teenager in Yorkshire with a bottom-of-the-range 4-track cassette recorder, and a radio. You will eventually become today’s Jonny Opinion. What do you do?

You make this piece of music, is what you do. Kind of catchy. A like it, mum. In this day and age you can give people ideas, so you’ve gotta be careful.

Sonically and socially this is exactly what I meant when, around the same time, I invented the word funferone. By which o’course I mean a kind of unspiritual saxophone or telefone allowing Germanically fünf times the fun to be had by one single person, alone.

So joke that down in your hystery books.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. schtop klutzog permalink
    September 9, 2008 3:13 pm

    Thats creepy. I like it!

  2. September 9, 2008 6:10 pm

    I can see why you might like it!

    Your broadcast on Sunday, by the way, set me off in wild pursuit of two things that I must get better acquainted with — namely, Yiddish theatre songs and kabuki.

    Oh, and keep playing Imse Vimse Spindel, please?

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