Late to this one, but…. Burroughs…. And a long-ago memory of sitting in the bar in the basement of the Mountain Lair. My good friend suddenly digging through his backpack, tossing a couple cassettes across the table. “…you have to listen to these. You’ll…you’ll find God…”.
Burroughs readings. That voice. Straight from the depths of Interzone.
I made a 90 minute comp tape from those two cassettes, and that was one of my most treasured sonic possessions. Lord knows what happened to it in the intervening chaos of nearly three decades…
Currently in the eyeholes: 
And I’m late to read your blog post, too! Looking forward to the next Episode.
Late to this one, but…. Burroughs…. And a long-ago memory of sitting in the bar in the basement of the Mountain Lair. My good friend suddenly digging through his backpack, tossing a couple cassettes across the table. “…you have to listen to these. You’ll…you’ll find God…”.
Burroughs readings. That voice. Straight from the depths of Interzone.
I made a 90 minute comp tape from those two cassettes, and that was one of my most treasured sonic possessions. Lord knows what happened to it in the intervening chaos of nearly three decades…
Ahh yes, the sepulcheric tones of the man, who along with Iggy Pop, proved the life-extending benefits of heroin. (: