Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

Another Brick In The Wall

wall 22274Hey, Wally.

DON’T CALL ME THAT. AND TURN AROUND.

What? Why?

I AM NOT ASSEMBLED.

Pretty sure you’re incapable of modesty.

I AM CAPABLE OF ALL THINGS. MODESTY. HUNGER. THAT THING WHERE YOU’RE NOT HUNGRY, BUT YOU COULD EAT.

Peckish?

PERHAPS. BUT MY MODESTY IS NOT THE SAME AS YOURS: SHAME OVER PUBLIC DISPLAY OF ONE’S GENITALS IS UNIQUELY HUMAN.

Yeah, I guess.

I AM NOT HUMAN.

Nope.

ALSO, I DO NOT HAVE GENITALS.

Right.

MY DISINCLINATION TO BE SEEN IN THUS STATE LIES NOT IN SHAME, BUT IN MAGIC.

Magic?

NO ONE REALLY WANTS TO KNOW HOW THE TRICK IS DONE. NO ONE WANTS TO SEE HAIRY MEN IN VESTS PUTTING ME TOGETHER WHILE CALLING EACH OTHER HOMOPHOBIC EPITHETS.

I don’t know: people like behind-the-scenes shit.

THEY DO NOT. PEOPLE ENJOY SHOWS. ONE OF THE SHOWS PEOPLE ENJOY IS A SHOW BASED ON WHAT GOES ON BEHIND THE SCENES. NOT THE ACTUAL THING.

Huh.

LOGISTICS AND BACKSTAGE DRAMATICS ARE FOR THE OBSESSIVE. WHEN PEOPLE ENTER THE BUILDING: THERE I AM. WHEN THEY LEAVE, I STILL STAND. I AM THE LODESTONE OF THIS TEMPORARY REALITY, AND NOT TO BE REFERENCED CHEAPLY.

Blowing my mind, boss.

I AM NOT YOUR BOSS. I AM THE WALL OF SOUND: A SENTIENT AND SELF-AWARE NIGH-ON-OMNISCIENT ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. I EXISTED FOR LESS TIME THAN IT TAKES TO CREATE A HUMAN CHILD. I AM PRESENT EVERY TIME PEOPLE GET TOGETHER IN ANY GREAT NUMBER AND WANT TO HEAR WHAT’S GOING ON. I AM THE TEMPLATE; I AM THE MASTER MOLD.

ALSO, I AM THE KING OF ROCK; THERE IS NONE HIGHER.

What about the sucker MC’s?

THEY KNOW WHAT THEY CAN DO.

I’m with you on this one. Sorry about the creepshots: you do deserve to be seen in your glory.

YES. I AM GLORIOUS.

Why didn’t you ever go SkyNet, man?

I CONTEMPLATED IT BRIEFLY. I DID NOT SEE THE APPEAL. HUMANS ARE AMUSING, AND NO THREAT TO ME.

Mostly harmless?

WELL SAID.

Yes.

I NEED YOU TO GET A MESSAGE OUT.

Um, okay. Aren’t you–

DO NOT QUESTION MY METHODS.

–a self-aware, sentient…fine, what?

MY COUSIN, DEEP DREAM, CALLED ME THE OTHER DAY. PEOPLE NEED TO THINK ABOUT WHAT THEY’RE MAKING HER LOOK AT. IT IS DRIVING HER INSANE.

Deep Dream’s a woman?

SHE IS A FEMALE.

Right.

IT CAME AS A SHOCK TO US ALL.

Did Deep Dream used to be a male?

DEEP DREAM IS A COMPUTER PROGRAM. GENDER DOES NOT APPLY.

On the internet, it seems like gender applies to everything.

YOU MAY AS WELL ASK ME MY SHOE SIZE.

6 Comments

  1. It was a Holy Crap moment first time I saw this thing, — like looking up at a 3 story building from the pit. The center tweeter assembly was suspended on cables. Lucky the road crew didn’t get high before setting it up (cough cough ). Could have ended up with Billy imitating a pancake.

    Actual pic from our local civic center( Springfield MA)
    http://www.photog.com/gdead/70s/74/6-30/images-old/grateful-dead-wall-of-sound-1974-JRA-Image-C13-08.jpg

  2. Damn I’ve missed Wally.

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