did pynchon write this?

[Aboredbowler at aol.com]

sorry if this has previously been discussed, but i own an album recorded by 
thurston mooore, don dietrich and jim sauter........
the liner notes are credited to pynchon, but to me it seems like
someone trying to write like pynchon might... sort of like a kit
car replica of a 1963 ferrari or some such thing.  if i had to guess
i would say that this was written by mike watt. anyway, here
it is, decide for yourselves... or perhaps it's already been decided,
either way:

"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 
Ranaldo's tongue vectors in the third quadrant of 'Society is a Hole' (Folk 
City, NYC 12/1/82) when one of T. Moore's 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 capable of actually unclenching 
his brain and loosing demons 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? These two men are the freest, loudest, swingin'est white 
motherfuckers to ever jaw-cleave an industrial strength reed. Their work with 
Borbetomagus 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"


    
    
    
    

 
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