Last night I finished up with Nick Hornby's Songbook (highly recommended for music addicts)...so off to the "To Be Read" pile. On the top was the recently purchased The Adding Machine by William S. Burroughs. In the first essay, entitled "The Name Is Burroughs", his early ideas of what writers were supposed to be like:
- As a young child I wanted to be a writer because writers were rich and famous. They lounged around Singapore and Rangoon smoking opium in a yellow pongee silk suit. They sniffed cocaine in Mayfair and they penetrated forbidden swamps with a faithful native boy and lived in the native quarter of Tangier smoking hashish and languidly caressing a pet gazelle.
Anyway...the soundtrack, by Howard Shore (and executed by the London Philharmonic) and Ornette Coleman, is an entirely different thing. There are certainly a few "what the?!" moments in it (such as Coleman and Prime Time popping up right in the middle of some orchestration) but, compared to Burroughs "cut-up" method, this stuff is almost Kind Of Blue.
(First posted on Mark Is Cranky)