"FWLS8" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

climbed the ladder and started swinging along the bars, much like
a monkey of sorts. The crowd loved it, and when it came time to
get down due to weak arm muscles... wheeee! Down I fell. They
caught me, of course. Very considerate partygoers.

I stayed in a nice, rustic 'motel' (a word meaning hotel,
only to a lower degree and with a smaller holovision set) where I
fell asleep peacefully on the springy mattress.

DAY TWO

As most of the C'atellian atmosphere relied on a knowledge
of their local folk music (I must admit, I didn't even know who
the band playing at last night's club was), I figured I'd use the
day listening to some of the local tunes before my nightly
activities would ensue.

The CD2 store was quite decorative, posters of long-haired
men (I never liked the style myself) and amusing gargoyle-like
creatures plastered on any available wall. I asked the sales
representative for the ten most popular albums and a CD2 player
to listen to them on. (Normally, you see, I'd just hire out the
band or orchestra and listen to it live. One of those little
sacrifices I'd have to make for this trip.)

Here's a quick shopping list of the titles I managed to get.

Stomach Contents Live Tour : Taste the Bile
Euphoria : Forget It
Diamond Jelly
Soulrenders
Battlestar Metallica (a movie soundtrack, apparently)
Stomach Contents : Soft Bits
The Best of Purple Motion the Fifth's S6Ms
Mental Asylum : I Just Get These Headaches
This Band Sucks : Don't Buy This Record, It's Embarrassing
A Couple of White Guys With Guitars and a Scratchboard

I called the various publishing companies so I could write
up reviews of some of the more prominent tracks, without fear of
lawsuit. (As if they could get better paid lawyers than mine!)

Apparently, the Big Band of sorts would be Stomach Contents,
who seem to rely on grating guitar and unusual lyrics to get
their musical metaphor across. The title track to Soft Bits goes
something like this :

Soft Bits, yeah, my baby's got 'em
Hooters, knockers, whatever you call 'em
They're big and they're round and that's all that matters