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Time TravelA little piece I wrote one day regarding some hyperbolic press about a band I don’t really care for.

Acclaimed “Indie Rock” Band Utilizes Ground Breaking Time Travel Technology in Promotion of New Record

Recent campaigns for the new long-playing album “Skeletal Lamping” by the Athens-based indie rock ensemble, Of Montreal, have claimed “..people will be talking about this record for years to come.” The band, who have at times donned theatrical make-up to enhance their live on-stage personal,  and their label, Polyvinyl, have captured the hearts and minds of the science and physics communities alike as the PR campaign makes use of the new, and controvertial, Quantum Displacement Acceleration.

“We teamed up with Nexgen Laboratories (based in Roanoke VA) on this the promotion of this record as we felt that being able to utilize time travel, or the ability to catch a glimse of the future.” the band’s publicist, XXXXX XXXX, said, “We can now, with solid data, back up any buzz or momentum behind the record knowing full well our ability to record data from the future.”

Currently in the early stages of what is to be a research project over the span of 10 years, the QDA method employs “projectors” of powerful magnetic fields that can open up small wormholes into the future with some control over time and location of where these wormholes will appear on the other side.

“With this project we’ve been playing film and audio recorders at select locations a year or two from the timeframe we have been placing the adverts,” says XXXXX “Some of these locations include indie record stores, art-school cafes, hipster bars, park benches, and public toilets.”

And the recordings have successful turned up the kind of discussion in the future that the label and the band are looking for.

“We have a brilliant segment of dialogue outside the Cake Shop in NYC from November 21, 2009 stating that the band have really found their stride on the record and that it has generated a lot of accolades from the ‘A-List’ music world.”

The current stage of the QDA is a small step in a larger path as developers are currently wrestling with expanding the current set-up to allow human travel through wormholes without a large safety risk that is at this point, an unknown.

“I also think that sending a street team a year or two ahead in the future to interview kids at bars and venues might come across as, well, too existential: ‘Hi, I’m from the year 2008 and I’m hear to ask you about this record, which we’re about to release but it has already been released here for two years.’ I think we risk more having our street team thrown in a looney bin than being torn apart in a wormhole!” laughs XXXXX.

But for the time being the partnership between Of Montreal and Nexgen is working.

“The best thing about what we’re doing is being able to really back the hype and buzz of our records with solid, concrete evidence and that’s a good thing in today’s music marketplace.”

WORK WILL SET YOU FREE

Life is currently moving at a speed that should have no heartfelt mercy for such things as memoirs or written musings on trivial things such as humour, book covers, photos of cultural icons, or recent forays into cooking. And not that this speed is the horrifying feeling of driving a sports car over the rigid cement barriers of a highway overpass, it’s more of a brisk cruise on a nice boat with the wind rustling the locks of your hair. Most of us enjoy boat rides, except those of us who are deathly afraid of water.

As it stands right now it’s a typically mild night in London, a city recuperating from a shock cold spell a week or so ago. At that time I was ill. Being ill is a state your body goes into when it doesn’t want weird things in it.

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THE INTERVIEW

It is nighttime in the spring in our place in London. Previously we had broken into a treacherous construction site (something being built in the 2012 Olympics scheme) and lifted numerous sheets of wood, bricks, and cement and transported them back to our place in a large, abandoned baby buggy.

Over the course of a few days, we then built a sound-proof studio in the backyard. Sometime shortly thereafter we are phoned up by a writer for a music magazine who is requesting an interview. We choose a children’s playground in a rundown council estate at 11:30pm. We bring along six cans of cheap beer and meet the interviewer. We talk for a while and then find a piece of wood board and proceed to use it like a snowboard to perform rail slides down the edges of the children’s slide. At the bottom of the slide there is a pool of what appears to be scorched engine oil. After sliding the rail on the board we land in the oil and disappear into the Black Lodge*.

*As represented in the television program “Twin Peaks”. This writing is an excerpt from VEXXED.

CANAL-SIDE ENVIRONMENT REPORT

Lea Valley sceneTrading in the information super highway for the Lea River highway / Football players as blue and red battleship pegs moving across the field / An old man is lurking in the bushes behind the field / Looking at a bird’s nest? / Looking for the secret drop-off stash of cocaine? / At least he can enjoy the sun in that activity.

This waterway, the Lea, I see as some sort of wild, pulsing artery of the East London artists and thinkers and sort of the subject of many writings and, assumedly, late night drunken debauchery and party conversations / A sliver of a memory of nature for the proud ones of Hackney / It does hold a bit of mystery and intrigue / Dark warehouses on the river / Wild-haired houseboaters in wool sweaters picking old wine bottles and flower pots of the boat roofs.

I get a feeling from it that most people might likely not get; a mild sense of comedy — surreal comedy — Victorian boat locks combing out Walker’s packages and Lucozade bottles with a giant shoebox of a Tesco store casting a geometric shadow on the water / An old block of artist flats and something called “The Greenway” buzzing with mid-30s professionals in jogging attire abreast of beatnik drunkards getting their kicks from a can of White Ace / New, weird, wonderful outsider graffiti on walls overlooking rusty barges full of old wire cables and pidgeon shit / Fields here get full landmark status in the maps of London and literature whereas back home vast square miles of forest behind the portable (housing)-infested secondary schools are just called “the woods” (note no caps…) or “up behind the smoke pit”. Let’s attribute that difference to history: you couldn’t really write a “London Orbital” a la Iain Sinclair for a city like Kamloops, British Columbia — stories about drunk ranchers, 10cc motorbike enthusiasts and new age moms running from their twenties in Vancouver…

Whatever the merits of nature this gash of the Lea lacks, it does project a — sorry to use the word — “vibe” about it. Foot trodden rituals, disused liquor cans from last night’s river round-up / Psychological art-markers on the bridge spans and walls / I look around and the old man is gone; having found out new notes about birds or getting really high behind a tree sampling the goods.

Apparently the “vibe” is being squashed by swarming joggers / I pack up my little scrawl and think about continuing down the Lea in the trees.