Who Hears The Ancien House Music Ditties Now???
are they in a Tate gallery of the consciousness alongside a daguerreotype of J Edgar Hoover in repose when 5 years old?
or mashed up/the anthem of an ingenue sovereign state?
exist as the opening bars of a ‘81 protohouse standard reproduced, in relief, on silver tankards for sale at the foot of the Eiffel Tower?
survive via the piano solo of a lost/refound M Jefferson banger piped in as lift music for an Atlantic City slush fund mock Pyramids hotel complex?
pre- echo of the Dixie band marching through the opening pages of Tom Sawyer?
mood muzak you played when floating, over tea and jaffa cakes, to your literary agent the proposal of a series of 2 volume biographies on C McCarthy, Tarantino, Status Quo and the Minorcan Goat?
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