tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828905401214154457.post1643007330354843152..comments2023-06-18T11:25:31.044-04:00Comments on belᴀtɘd: mawpupilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12085197110139248913noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828905401214154457.post-6157032306018121552021-12-17T11:25:56.901-05:002021-12-17T11:25:56.901-05:00getting ready for this community board meeting by ...<a href="https://twitter.com/autresy/status/1471623242687287303" rel="nofollow">getting ready for this community board meeting by listening to tony conrad's "four violins" (1964) straight through at top volume</a>pupilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12085197110139248913noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828905401214154457.post-45463752207506322812019-02-05T10:18:09.328-05:002019-02-05T10:18:09.328-05:00"He found shades in his pocket and put them o..."He found shades in his pocket and put them on. After an extended piano break and a repeat of the refrain, Doc on some impulse turned, and there was Coy Harlingen at his shoulder, like a parrot in a cartoon, also wearing shades and nodding. 'I can sure related to that lyric, man. Like, you make these choices? you know for sure you're doing the right thing for everybody, then it all goes belly-up and you see it couldn't have been more wrong'" (Pynchon, <i>Inherent Vice)</i>.pupilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12085197110139248913noreply@blogger.com