Last night Mild Man Jan and Fibreglass Messiah sailed into educational complex with half a biscuit downstairs and primal screams next door.
Synth rockers asked us to take them to our leader, but we had no such
elected entity. Under the circumstances it might have been polite to
ask them if Batman or a former Levitater of the Unutterable would do,
but experts in kink mathematics were making too much noise.
They made more and more noise. Large Number had Steve Clayden camp
fingerpoppin' in angled baseball cap and white boating blazer and
cravat combo. Barry 7 had a new old contraption the like of which not
seen since reign of Black Regent. This was a stunted imitation guitar
with keys and a sensomatic pick up.
"Where's Ann?" shouted worried punters but the band weren't explaining
her absence. Later Steve Clayden told us missing Mme Shenton had gone
crazy during rehearsals for the tour. In her place were two Fat
Truckers. Photographer and former Faith Healer and Stereolabber Joe
Dilworth drummed up a storm. It almost fell apart about halfway through
when one track failed to catch fire and flopped unfinished to the
floor. This was my cue to shout, "12XU!"
Whereupon band burst into Buckminster Fuller and rocked the house. They
ignited and lifted the Party Bag skyward. Events became a mashed up
blur as the quantum loops flashed before our bevvied eyes, but those
Metal Fingers In My Body were a blizzard. The Ape was going faster and
faster, but Little Black Rocks had been forever lost in the Sun.
