NOB HILL--Last weekend MaryAnn and I went to the Blue Dragon for a quiet game of chess. I tried to post something about it earlier but that fire last Sunday got in the way. Anyway, I was about to go up a knight in a pretty even game when this motorcycle started revving its engine right outside the window. MaryAnn started acting a little agitated. About that time the espresso machine started snorting and spitting out burps and blasts of steam. You could hear pressure building in those thin pipes. "It's gonna blow!" MaryAnn said in an urgent whisper. Just then 15 people came galloping from the front room and out the door. They stood outside screaming at each other and covering their ears.
I took her knight.
The pulsating screech of steel locknuts blowing apart one by one reached a crescendo. Something was blasting my ears into my eyeballs. And it wasn't the espresso machine. I went to take a look in the front room...
It was Ken Cornell. He goes by the name of All-Chemical Burn. His music: seismo-rapsodic electrons with acetylene overtones. A helluva lotta noise for one guy.
1 comment:
ah ken, I miss you and your sonic earbleed sooo much...
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