Flat Transfer
Terry Kath
Providing DR numbers for the EK 34188, DIDP 20006
Posts: 484
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Post by Flat Transfer on Dec 28, 2018 22:12:25 GMT
Lon opened the door. A lanky tall man with glasses stood there. He spoke:
"My name is Chip Stylus. My friends call me T-Homo-Z. I'd like to make a business proposition."
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Post by screendump on Dec 28, 2018 23:50:25 GMT
Behind Chip an imposing phalanx of burly black-suited men in mirrored shades crowded the open doorway, their heads turreting slowly and nodding to earphone messages. As one they stepped aside to make a path and a skinny man who looked like a cheerful sunbaked frog walked through. Lon was dumbstruck. Paul McCartney was on his front porch.
"Hey, man…" and Macca extended his hand which held a large shiny black leather binder.
"Brought the goods", and Lon's eyes widened. He took the case and stood aside as the Beatle skipped in, twitching his head about like a caffeinated parrot. Chip followed, leaving the door open and signaled a thumbs up to the MIB.
Lon opened the binder. Inside 2 dozen miniature cassette tapes were perfectly arrayed in recessed slots.
"It's me latest, mate… me own phone messages put to music, lotsa guest musicians, some full orchestra stuff, just like ol' 5B George… all recorded since day one on me own answering machine -- vintage from the late 60's, man, be in the Tate someday doncha know?" He grinned and unleashed a fusillade of head twitches.
Lon stared at him. Up close he was so wizened he might be a tourist trap driftwood replica.
"This is me legacy, has everything I know, it's an autobio, an opus, man… Whatever I do after this it'll be downhill methinks…" and he briefly lowered his frazzled head like a deflated balloon, but quickly recovered and paced in a jittery circle, his legs skittering like a Gerry Anderson puppet.
"I had me a few working titles but son Jimmeh said to call it Do Not Use. Brilliant eh? He caught the spirit of it. Irony 'n' all. Kid's a brainiac, man… GOTTA GO!" Lon blinked.
"...But…"
"T-Homo-Z -- Chip -- says… give 'em to a guy named STeVE…" He was suddenly pale and gasping. "Says I owe him after he was yanked off the Beatles catalogue… but I don't remember any fuckin' STeVE… Chip's my agent… he'll settle it… Cheers, mate."
He staggered towards the door and Chip gestured frantically to the MIB. Just before Macca crumpled the suits had him hoisted upright and carried him out, completely limp except for his maniacally twitching head, his brand-new Converse All Stars thumping softly down the steps.
Chip pulled a thick contract out of his jacket and handed it to Lon.
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Flat Transfer
Terry Kath
Providing DR numbers for the EK 34188, DIDP 20006
Posts: 484
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Post by Flat Transfer on Dec 29, 2018 11:25:40 GMT
The Scully was bored. Ever since being unwrapped after 14 years, it still had not seen any action for months. The owner seemed more concerned with starring at it and giving it an occasional light pet while wearing a glove, uttering odd words such as "minty", "neat" & "nifty". The only positive it had gotten out of this was a new friendship with another device called the "Kensei Audio Transposer", which had more or less suffered the same fate as the Scully.
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Post by audiopro on Dec 30, 2018 12:12:46 GMT
The Scully felt sad as another drop of The Breath Of Life leaked out of its capacitors. It had had such great days in the past. The Buddy Holly Tapes. The little playback reels from MCA, all pulsating through The Scully's electronics, making the meter kick on its endstop. The Scully wondered whether its meter would ever kick again.
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