Fixed rate. About three and a half percent should do it, methinks.
Tisquantum. Atawallpa. Henry Hudson (and his son). John Brown. Brian Eno. Wiraqocha Inka. Wayna Qhapaq.
Adam and the Ants. James Brown. Can. the Damned. Einsturzende Neubauten. the Fall. Godley & Creme. Hawkwind. Indian Jewelry. Japan. Kraftwerk. Liqourball. Malaria! the Names. Orange Juice. the Pink Fairies. Qatar. Roxy Music. Section 25. Tuxedomoon. Univers Zero. Van der Graaf Generator. Jah Wobble. X. YMO. Zero Skills Inc. And about thirty-six thousand more.
Wishing fervently here I coulda gone to the premiere of Inland Empire, fixed David Lynch with my steely gaze, and asked him penetrating questions about the sound design of The Straight Story. Instead, I hadda sit and listen to this guy read a six-page single-spaced tale that was mainly about how screwed up his love life was.
Old VHS cassettes, preferably featuring John Cale and Brian Eno arguing with each other while Eno gives the cameraman the finger.
You know, how the Science Fiction Book Club can continue to exist and not carry anything written by JG Ballard is a complete mystery to me.
Hugh Cornwell. Despite the ironic contradiction.