Well, it would appear that the security services have rejected my offer of a lethal, peripatetic harmonium presence at The Games. Blinkered sods. However, I have an idea to advertise its fearsome glory to a watching world.
I reckon that if I can amplify Y Nauci 14's acoustics with some beefy electronic wizardry (cue Uncle Lucas) and a bank of serious PA horns, I will be able to subject London to "Fanfare for the Common Mantis". Edison, Huntley & Palmer, eat yer hearts out!
Mine is guaranteed to be a bravura interpretation, combining the elusive background irritation of ice cream van chimes with modern sonic warfare not heard since the Bell Hueys blasted out Wagner over Vietnam!
I might even earn some brownie points from a certain gargantuan earwig who is jetting in from the States even as I write ...
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