My first original work: Graghercrickertzn
Dogmore Dooze was a character originally intended for an abstract experimental band. This was recorded as an improvised piece with my former writing and playing partner, who was, I believe, a genius. While I spoke this piece into a mic connected to a delay pedal, he played the same riff on a bass, marimba, synthesizer and lap steel slide guitar - all of which I caught on my mic, so I was able to alter the instruments and my voice together on delay. That was a great night.
I have a difficult time with this one. I love it, it's my first truly original piece, but it has a scary, frustrated tone.With hindsight, I see a repression and anger that makes me uncomfortable.
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Graghercrickertzn Dogmore Dooze
Part 1 Braghnwrghnnflvv... Fugh... What is this? Fruggin' morning? No. I simply can not even be awake. Might still dream... It does not even exist to have this much pressure exerting upon one's head. Not true. No. I feel awake. Frughshkhah. I am here. No. Bzwlrahflrorn. Snotrag, how can my head feel so stanchioned? It's pushing against my skull. The prime mover is not beneficient today - not at all. Today's prime mover has donated to me presbyopiatic vision. Today's prime mover has created a veritable gesamtkunstwerk. Wowa... Vrgh. If I go outside, maybe I can relieve myself from my ears. Agghh. Now it's crawling inside my ears and pushing into my skull. Hey, that guy driving by in the Tercel sure is young. Oh, his face is sixty years old by far. Some kind of funambulist surely to get such vast subtrahend from that minuend. Screw him, though. Wave trains. Wave trains. Wave trains. An oligidic but stiff wave train. Curvilinear though? It's got to be cupriferous to make me so... curmudgeonly... curmudgeonly... curmudgeonly... Heptavalent perhaps? I don't like it at all, no, no. God's a brazier and I'm about to be Spitted into its solar flare pit. Part 2 Sir Henry Campbell Bannerman may have denounced the Boer War, but he didn't give a damn about the Zulus. Jerkbar. Queen Maud Land has been claimed by Norway, but I don't care. If that older lady in the red Cavalier wants to bunnyfuck me we're gonna go there. The Investiture Controversy was resolved by the Concordat of Worms. But Calixtus and Anselm really fucked Hank V and I over. What do I do if I, as a secular ruler, want to elect or install a bishop now? On a day like today, you have to understand that you can never be the ambassador. An envoy extraordinary, sure. Or maybe even the minister plenipotentiary. But the real ambassador still has the right to cut out your tongue. I don't care. Just quit standing up and making it seem like the bus is coming. It's not due for another five minutes yet! Graghercrickertzn.