"Sheri S. Tepper - After Long Silence" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tepper Sherri)

takes way off from that. Of course, all the 'Soilcoast singers bill their stuff as being real Passwords, but
you couldn't get anywhere with it. I don't think you could, anyhow."

"What do you mean?" Tasmin was really curious. He had so deeply resented Lim's misuses of Password
material that he had not kept up with the 'Soilcoast singer cult, although he knew it was extensive and
bled money at every pore. "What do you mean, you couldn't get anywhere with it?"

Jamieson pursed his lips, gestured toward a chair, and Tasmin nodded permission to sit. "You know the
score for the Watchers? Minor key intro, two horns, and a tuned drum. Diddle, diddle, diddle in the
strings in that rhythmic pattern, then the solo voice comes in with the PJ, ah the Petition and Justification,
right? Kind of a simple melody line there, pretty straightforward, not like those key and tempo shifts in
the Jammer sequences? Well, Lim Terr├йe does a kind of takeoff on that. He uses the melody of the P, ah
the Petition and Justification, but he kind ofтАФoh, embroiders it. Trills and little quavers and runs and
grace notes. Where you sing 'Arndaff duh-roomavah,' it comes out
'Arn-daffa-daffa-daffa-duh-uh-uh-uh-duhroo-duhrooma-vah-ah-ah.' " It was a marvelous, tumbling
cataract of sound.

Jamieson had a good voice. Tasmin tried briefly and without success to convince himself he was listening
to an obscenity. The phrase had been hypnotic.

"And it goes on like that?"

"The phrase 'sindir dassalam awoh' takes about three minutes with all the cadenzas and rhythmic
repetitions and stuff. If you tried that out on the Watchers тАж well, I just don't think it would get you very
far. They'd blow and you'd be gone."

"I see what you mean. What's the attraction then?"

"Well, it's great music. Really. Lots of noise and what they do on stage is pretty erotic. He wears
something that looks sort of like a Tripsinger robe, only fancier, open down the front practically to his
downspout." Jamieson leapt up, gestured as though unzipping himself from a spraddled stance, at once
potent and aggressive, making Tasmin see what he was talking about. "The orchestral stuff is wild, too.
Loads of percussion and heavy power assists." He collapsed into the chair again, legs over the arm.

"Which couldn't be used on a real trip."

"Not unless you had a trip wagon the size of a coastal broubarge to hold the power source."

"So, how's he going to do a concert here? He'd never get that power by the Presences. And even if the
Presences would let it past, which they won't, the widest trail on Riddance Ridge barely passes a
standard brou wagon."

"Most of it'll probably be holo. He'll be live against his own recorded setup with maybe one or two live
backup musicians along."

"Why would he bother? If things are so great in the Deepsoil Coast, why come inland?"

The acolyte shrugged, a minimal shoulder twitch. "I can't figure it. Too much exposure, maybe? I read
the fanstats sometimes. There's a lot of competition among what they call the Big Six. Terree's oh, about
number three, down from one or two a year ago. This new kid Chantry is a favorite with the Governor's