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Hello Central gimme Dr. Jazz he got what I need, I’ll say he has got trouble bound and mix’d he’s the one whose got you fix’d Hello Central gimme Dr. Jazz ~ George Lewis

The rock album SO is very interesting. It was made by Peter Gabriel to pick a huge fight with me and made me infamous, before Mt. Desert Island. As a result of the conflict (that happened since) I seldom write about it, the lost records and inner dimension of what mushroom’d. Although my participation was never acknowledged, and he is a grossly over-rated inhuman being, it was brazen enough that mother discussed it with police. Further, it is logical, although he was too cowardly to be truthful.

Fripp was promoting Exposure, a Gabriel song, when I hitchhiked from Pittsburgh to St. Louis which featured “found sounds” a branch of Found Art, which just means things assembled from objects lying around the street, or something, secret tapes and Gabriel played a poetry game with me where I gave him the opening line to a poem and he completed it. Since Fripp’s seduction of fans is well known at Seattle Central Community College it was logical a taped message by Fripp at the phone number he sent me would inspire That Voice Again.

The weasel: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wyQJhfXRQ8E

The album is dangerously ambiguous. Gabriel appears to have authored the staged and phony intercept of the Burstyn letters and been playing the angle of Sean Strub, as in oh lookee here see what I found, myuh. Look for a moment at the album itself, perhaps some of the short letters his psychotic attorney Amanda Harcourt sent, who was always saying nice things to and about me while setting up the rape of deaf Jeannie.

Red Rain, the opening number, which has an American Indian ring to it, was said to be about the death penalty in America. Curiously, the promotional video shows a woman doing a dervish and when she lifts her skirt, there’s a baby. Since Gabriel came out of the closet about Anne Sexton’s influence on early Genesis, a woman driven to suicide by abortion-related insanity, the friendship of Gabriel with R.D. Laing, author of Knots, isn’t needed to create a superficial understanding. More complicated is the yellow rain reference to Al Haig’s sinister exaggeration about bee pollen in Laos. As AIDS came out there was no yammering of concern from H.Q. but the bee pollen had them calculating napalm stockpiles and creaming for more.

Sledgehammer mixes the metaphors of Anne Sexton’s book titled Beastiary, U.S.A. with a reference to Eugene Sledge, a micro-biologist who had a lifelong dispute with the Admiralty about Pelilieu and violated military censorship documenting his account. He spoke with malice about Japanese people “even now” to Studs Terkel.

Don’t Give Up was bandied enough by his promoters to tune out although I will say the style helped me learn to vocalize a little better. The bluesy slow verses that actually made sense loosened up some of the mindtrash locked down by arcane wierdness ossified listening to his earlier rubbish http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uQZhmrYRxW4

That Voice Again made reference to me as “the wind” so by cross-referencing this to In the Court of the Crimson King it was clear what he was driving at. I also received a letters from Walker Percy at this time, “Beware the delectations of despair”.

In Your Eyes Yousou N’dour’s pathetic sqwall in the basque of terrorism. Yes, we’re exterminating, but it just so happens that a The Black Man is beneficiary.

Looking for Mercy Street the Anne Sexton number.

Big Time the squalid parochial yammering his needledick off in promote of lurid stigmata.

Milgram’s 37 the all-time most revolting horrid hypocrisy from the two-tongue’d weasel.

Came to me with stuff about “the treason of succulent machines”, the whole being greater than the sum of its parts, “rain, rain and wind”, and alibi for Mt. Desert Island (thoroughly bogus and frightening) and the follow-up character assassination as damage control.

I used to like it. Now that I see what they knew and when they knew it I can hardly believe it’s real.

He must have written the Burstyn letters with Reagan and Bush, set up Lennon. “I’ve seen them buried in a sheltered place in this town” and “pulling out the papers from the drawers that slide smooth”. I mean…why did he destroy the evidence I got my hands on showing In the Court had been used?

Hello James, Another card of Bath. This will make your postman smile again.

What did this asshole do and what does he really want from me?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6sv1ph-Ecf0

The $6,000 Clip
by Nesmuth