I began working on this back in '69, did some rewrites around '72, but I think this version, never published in '74, is best. It's radically different from the later '82 version ("No") which Eno and Sonic Youth both ripped off. The first version ("Maybe") was an impromptu composition delivered mid-conversation one night at the Chelsea Hotel in New York. Burroughs said 'Yeah' should be 'But.' Bukowski liked 'Yeah' but said 'Unless'. I can't be sure they weren't wrong. Cohen was there. He said nothing. Anyway, I hope you can dig it. It's a whole new thing of its own now.
Shoreditch's irresistible influence reaches a little further into Dalston than it did last time I was round here but not, tonight, as far as Barden's Boudoir - a below-street bunker about the size of the 100 Club. It's an ace little venue. It's completely empty.
Nine o'clock on a Wednesday night and the artist not always now known as Z. Mindwarp, accompanied by sonic esotericist, Killing Joker (and, courtesy of his Fireman project, the first man since Lennon to make McCartney look interesting) Youth, are scheduled to do something unspecified. I am the full extent of the audience. Those sharp-looking kids skulking in the shadows turn out to be support band What Would Jesus Drive?, and the answer to that question is an enormous, buzzing bass which they've had specially transported here from 1984. They're good. They finish. About nine more people arrive. One of them is Zodiac. Another one is Youth. The rest are the rest of Zodiac Youth. That means there are now about 15 of us in the house.
I've been quietly obsessed with Killing Joke for years, in ways and for reasons I can't quite explain. Youth was there at the start, left and then later returned, but his solo stuff, his productions, the Zep-does-PiL-style of new(ish) band Transmission, his excursions into dub and trance, his mysterious Society For The Reformation Of Ancient Enchantment – they're all parts of a private conversation I've been having with this band for as long as I can remember - a conversation which constantly veers off into strange new places. (Let's not even get into the force of nature that is the Joke's shamanic frontman Jaz Coleman. Or guitarist Geordie, whose detuned wall of sound no one has successfully scaled.)
Zodiac I first encountered at a free festival in Oxford in 1986. I was supposed to be at school. 'Psychoactive' still gets the odd spin round here, after a cup of sugary tea. In his writing ('Bad Wisdom' with Bill Drummond, 'Get Your Cock Out' and 'Fucked By Rock') he's created this strange zone of his own where sordid fantasy runs up against sore confession. Somehow he perpetuated his own myth by attempting to take it apart. In my own odd little world, seeing the pair of 'em here is like stumbling across Dylan and Neil Young unpacking their guitars in your local. But anyway, we came – all 12 of us here tonight – to rock. To be fucked, in fact, by rock. Zodiac Youth are going to help.
Zodiac himself, grey but lean and limber, still walks a fabulous line between outright parody and for-real rock piggery, despite wearing enormous librarian's glasses and what looks like a dirty dressing gown. (He subsequently insists it's a smoking jacket.) They do this sleazy, sax-y, bluesy, speedy thing. It's like Dr Feelgood fronted by Captain Beefheart. The pair of them are entirely oblivious to the fact that 15, or possibly by now 17 people are present. It's genuinely bizarre. It's genuinely brilliant. Afterwards, Youth and Zodiac are at the bar out front. I kind of shuffle past, smiling appreciatively, since the sense is of this entire undertaking having been staged solely for my personal benefit. But the moment passes and I don't really speak to them, just drift back out onto the street. I know and respect rock lore. Never meet your heroes.
Been searching for this eerie piece of paranoid trip-hop for
years. Scant info on who the hell D'Cruze is. Jittery.
Re-reading The Disinformation Company's mammoth compendium of modern occult arcana, The Book Of Lies. Magic(k), from my intrigued but unenlightened perspective, is a system of metaphors and symbols designed to accelerate self-empowerment, but it's driven by the poetic imagination. It seeks the same covert connections. It's a system built on sensory derangement. No surprise then, that William Burroughs makes several cameos. Genesis P.Orridge writes about Burroughs' theory of Do Easy. I'd never come across it before, but by the magic(k) of the internet - or is it the interzone? - I discover Gus Van Sant filmed it in 1982. It's a Zennish way of keeping the flat clean, but since this is Burroughs it ends with a shooting.