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Originally released as an LP in 1981 on Industrial Records, which has long since been out of print, this is a collection of voice and tape experiments conducted by William S. Burroughs in 1959-1978. Explorations in home recorded voice, t.v. & radio cut-ups, backwards tapes, echo and sub-vocal speech - including the earliest surviving cut-up tape, recorded in conversation between Brion Gysin (the person who originally conceived the cut-up method), Gregory Corso, Burroughs and Sinclair Beiles at The Beat Hotel in Paris, 1959. From the liner notes: “These are recordings that weren’t intended when they were made to be seen as finished ‘works’ of art… The participants were thinking about alterations and the potentialities of the tape recorder… When you cut up and rearrange words, new words emerge, the future leaks through, seemingly at random.”
This is a bootleg that we believe originated from Norway.
Created in an edition of 50 copies and we
have only a small stack of them for sale.
$5 (postage paid in the U.S.)
paypal to: friendsandrelativesrecords
or send cash to: 114 S. Huron St. #4, Ypsilanti, MI 48197
also available:
The Savage Young Taterbug – e.p. Cassette
(As known through his extensive touring of the U.S. sub-underbelly, as well as an unforgettable string of tapes on Night People, Charles Free approaches us from a different side of the street with this new E.P. of songs. Recorded live in hi-fidelity with only an upright piano and voice, the resulting boogie wuugie (extend’d) pain pop is up instant lock(es). To clear the air at the end, there’s a Partridge Family karaoke-cover that might possibly give DJ Screw’s children hope for a future in this world(s). From the liner notes: “recorded drunk on shitty beer in an apartment in chicago.”)
limited to 50 copies.
$4 (postage paid in the U.S.)
paypal to: friendsandrelativesrecords@yahoo.com
or send cash to: 114 S. Huron St. #4, Ypsilanti, MI 48197
I spread grease on toast and took it as an offering to the landing
craft. It would have been a fair exchange but Severance Pay comes
falling out a window and starts taking pot shots at the home invasion
artists who didn't think he'd be home. I hid in a convenience store
until they were gone, played milk jacks and paper cuts on the carbon
copy floor. I felt some paranoia coming on and crawled closer to a
wall spray-painted with star charts of a constellation resembling the
Stars and Stripes (they're going to make me write a report about
this). Someone in the security closet watching the closed circuit
cameras put on LA Pink Filth by Walter Gross. I knew it immediately,
felt recharged and took some carbon to cake on my fingers. They'll
want fingerprints; they'll want to know the specific time of each
passerby. At some point the security guy fell asleep, slumped over his
monitor, because this tape kept going on auto-reverse and no one came
out to stop the looters.
My favorite part of the ship sounds like this, cruising over the UAE,
cruising under Lake Michigan. Downtown to UAE, sideways to Columbia,
north to the relocated continental divide under the Pacific Coast
highway, ending at Puget Power. If you want the best plates you get
hub caps from the incandescent flea market with orange piñatas. Spin
twelve at once and let them crash to the floor of red ink feathers.
Slam shut the heavy lid of the city and go backroom indigo. Lose the
station, find the station again. Cars move sideways underground; be
your own mechanic. Spin the plates to see your truck food at a new
angle and learn which ways the alleys flex. Before the acoustics blind
you, return to the track "There" and touch it from the bow to the
stern. Even keel. Find a way to pull the freighter onshore. Our
friends have been inside for a long time and want to show you how
they've adjusted to other star systems.
Stream "In America" and Order LA Pink Filth 
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