I got my friend to mix some mp3s together to see if the idea would work. We took and sped up the drum beat from Streets of Philadelphia, put the trumpets from the film Naked Lunch over it, and then laid Allen Ginsberg reading poetry over that.
Here’s the outcome.
The brilliant thing is no one can call it rubbish, because I’ll just say it’s too innovative for them, ala Throbbing Gristle. Yes, pretty soon all the hip cats will be sitting in cafes, reading Camus to TechnoJazz.
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