From an old story
A fragment of “Rain Shadows” which I wrote years ago, I’m not sure when but it was some time before 2005 to go by the address on the manuscript.
‘‘His attention was caught by the green readout of the hi-fi and he went over to see what had been playing. It was a recent John Kluge CD, No Eclairs; a weird piece only tangentially related to music, full of bangs, bells and whistles and tape-loops of manic laughter. One of Fiona’s. He pressed the button again and electronic sound whispered into the room. Alarm clocks went off to left and to right. Impossibly fast violin playing – imagine Paganini looking at the score and going “No, man, no way!” – broke out for a second or two and then faded away again.’’
as I seem to be emulating the (non-existent) music of Kluge, I can only say,
you’re on.