TP writing liner notes?

[Stephen Jennings]

JK} I don't know whether the Thurston Moore liner notes are a forgery

HerE's a copy of the liner notes that I saved from last year's 
discussion:

What follows is the text of some liner notes ascribed to Thomas
Pynchon. I ain't sayin they is, and I ain't sayin they isn't his.
I'm just sayin, "Here's the sheep suit.  Who wants t'wear it?"

******

"One night Johnson, Coley and I were sitting in the back yard with a
bucket of fresh sangria and a few bongloads of some very righteous
boo.  I'd brought out a box of my live Sonic Youth tapes and we were
arguing about Lee Renaldo's [SY guitarist] tongue vectors in the third
quadrant of 'Society is a Hole' (Folk City, NYC 12/1/82) when one of
T. Moore's [SY leader/guitarist] downstrokes caught our attention.  We
ran the tape back and listened to the passage a few times.  The subtly
monstrous and mindless GUSH with which T. Moore hit the 'E' chord made
it obvious that his playing was not coming out of a complete spiritual
void. This was a real revelation. It meant that he was capable of
actually unclenching his brain and loosing demaons of soul creativity.

"Because we hate to see _anyone_ lackeyed to jive-ass, pop-structure,
white-man a-motionalism, a plan was immediately spun for freeing T.
Moore from the shackles of Peggy Lee-descended dogshit that were
obviously choking off his TRUE HUMAN FORCE.  Deciding which hominid
cudgels might be best wielded against these procedural chains was a
lead pipe cinch.  Who but Jim Sauter and Don Dietrich [I got no clue]?
These two men are the freest, loudest, swingin'est white motherfuckers
to ever jaw-cleave an industrial strength reed.  Their work with
Borbetomagus [go know] has long been a raucous fountain of tonal
explosion and aesthetic purity, as well as a black-gloved fist up the
diz of all conservative musical architects.  If anyone could blow the
lock off of T. Moore's creational emo-safe, Jim and Don were it.

"The rest was a snap. I had my agent get in touch with all the parties.
She explained the points of our proposal in no uncertain terms.  The
results are presented here.  Two free men meet a slave.  Everyone goes
home barefoot.  Right-fuckin'-on.

        Thomas Pynchon
        Somerville, MA
        January 1990."

 * RM 1.2 00803 * Ahm gonna put them babies into a MILK SHAKE!!