fucking hell

reading jazz and pop polls for the ilxors, only the anglos get it.

none of this art shit, unless art makes you happy. Look at Mark Sinkers Single List, and imagine him joyful, gleeful, jumping up and down at the lobby of the cinema, the strains of bis leaking out.

look at Tom Ewing, who groks the joy of jenny and andy and thats all he needs.

and in the back of yr head, you know if they want to hear george crumb, they will.

joy.