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Radiate : Radiance :: Python : Pynchon
" Why should things be easy to understand? "
- Thomas Pynchon
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i wanna get into pynchon so bad he writes for the paranoid girls NEED to read his books
"What goes around may come around, but it never ends up exactly the same place, you ever notice? Like a record on a turntable, all it takes is one groove's difference and the universe can be on into a whole 'nother song."
-Thomas Pynchon, Inherent Vice
One of my all-time favorite songs on one of my all-time favorite records. Recorded live over a couple nights in July 1975, none of these songs appear on any of his studio albums. He’s got a small combo, with him playing piano and singing and talking shit for a double album. This is not the grimy weird dark circus stuff, this is the grimy weird piano player in a hotel lounge at 3 am. This song is like a Pynchon-style sidetrack sequence into a small community, stream-of-consciousness isn’t quite right, it’s more precise while seeming like it’s all off the cuff. You think he’s just talking, but his vocals lay so precisely over the combo in the background, in timing and counterpoint. It really reminds me of how Pynchon will start a normal paragraph that takes you to Haiti and then to London and then to fireworks and singing dirty songs in a brothel and you’re getting whiplash but it all flows so beautifully. And it’s silly, but very last verse describing the sunrise showing up like a bastard-amber yellow cab pulling up on a rainy corner, blowing its horn in every window in town, it just has an effect on me