This CD sits at the unusual intersection of literature, spoken word and music.
Its the Burroughs poetry and imagery which totally dominates. He verbalises excerpts from several of his works, and most of them are disturbing. This is the world of mutants, extraneous body orifices and cruel, lawless states.
I once fell asleep to this CD (deliberately – i.e. I had put it on at bedtime). I had some of the most disturbing dreams as I internalised Burroughs’ dreamings. I guess it’s cheaper than hallucinogens, but I would hope for prettier pictures.
For the Michael Franti completists out there, this is by far his artiest work, and, I suspect, much more the results of Ronny Tse and Charlie Hunter’s efforts than his.
Ultimately this isn’t something I chuck on for a relaxing listen. It serves much the same purpose as having Burroughs on the bookshelf – as a testament to some feigned hipster Beat Poet phase that thoroughly failed to impress undergrad girlies back in the day, and now gathers dust.
File under: Art with an extra heart