"FWLS61" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

coming a-knocking," I said.

"Alright, but leave my name off it," Jack said. "I am not
proud of this."

"Cheer up, Jack! We've got quite a night of hip dope fresh
beats and grinding riffs to get through. Alright, first song.
What should we call it?"

"'Don't listen to this'?" Jack suggested.

"'I bite the demon pancreas'," Franny stated, loading a new
disk.

"Okay, that works. We'll make it a cool intro with only
synth. Can you handle that, Franny?"

"Check," she said. "Start the tape."

I pushed Record, wiping the bubblegum I had stuck to the
button off in the process.

It's hard to describe the noise coming out of Franny's cheap
speaker, but it was something like this : a scream, three
gunshots, some random orchestra hits, several pigs bweeing, a cut
drum beat from a generic pop song, some political sound bite, and
a repeating dull thump that could only be Your Digestive System
in Action. This built up into a crescendo until she tapped out
three random piano notes and stopped.

"How's that?" she asked.

"Great," I said, stopping the tape and writing on the cover.
"Okay... bite... pancreas... one minute. Next?"

*

The demo tape lasted about sixteen minutes and included four
tracks : Bite the Demon Pancreas, Frodo's Revenge (a lovely
little number which had me reading from Tolken while pumping out
chords), All My Lego Bricks Have Been Dropped in Acid (Jack
reluctantly sequenced a rather catchy little one-two for it), and
two minutes of silence entitled Trapped in an Invisible Box.

"Why is it silent?" Jack asked.

"It's a visual interpretation," I said. "Didn't you see the
hand gestures?"

"Yeah, but how are those going to get on the tape?"