Now let's check in with Harold the Herald on our LSDN -line
to Yorkshire.
Jim and Kimba try'n hook up Kelly's tar-paper LSDN line to the screen.
They then try'n 'tune' it.
(tune in the biggest sense of word:
While they try tuning, different random TV and web sites appear on
SCREEN-C:
e.g.,
to tune a piano,
tune radio,
tune TV to right channel (Fantasia Opening)
tune internet line to the right URL...
Bogart-Faust video-sample
then Harold the Herald's face,
CLARAGE: Stop, that's Harold!
but they loose Harold's signal, other channels showing up,
one of them being the Bogart-Faust video-sample.
Finally, a pixel-puppet of Bogart (Kimba's voice) comes on and says:
BOGART: ``Stop! What're you doing peering into my bar?''
CLARAGE: Sorry we're doing a Faust play. Ever hear of Faust?
BOGART (now play the actual video clip): Ever hear of Faust.....
we settle in on the Bogart video sample and let Boggie explain Faust
story-- sample ending when guy slaps gals face (loop the slap!)
Then Harold the Herald comes in on screen again:
SCREEN-C: Jerry on videotape announcing the performance, CuCme frame on
his mug.
HAROLD THE HERALD: I want the crowd to be well satisfied,
for as you know it lives and let's us live,
Tonight, the play Icarus...
...got too close to Sun, and wings--
His waxen wings did mount above his reach,
And, melting, Heavens conspir'd his overthrow
CLARAGE (with live voice in theatre, timed to the videotape): Harold! We're
not doing Icarus. We stopped doing the Greek shit last month.
KIMBA: Yeh! Didn't you just see the Boggie clip!
HAROLD THE HERALD: Oh, hold on... (he checks thru disorganized pile of
fax papers, then he peers into camera, as if looking closely into his own
screen) Is this Marlow I'm videoconfercing with?
CLARAGE: Ney.
HAROLD THE HERALD: Goethe?
CLARAGE: Nein.
HAROLD THE HERALD: Boito?
CLARAGE: No, senore. This is Christopher Faust.
HAROLD THE HERALD: Oh! I got it... the dada Net Circus version, from Houston.
Ah, Houston... Heaven with Humidity
CLARAGE(looking at watch): Just read the script!
HAROLD THE HERALD: Of course. (clearing throat, then reading terrifically!)
Spacious ether, it is willed, [5974, Faust, Part II]
Let with fragrant bits be filled.
Loud and twisted whorls of Light;
Trickling, purling, hyperlinked Delight...
In our dada Net Circus, you know,
we like to put on quite a show,
so don't be stingy on this night
with panoramas and machinery.
Nay, employ the great and small wires of Light!
Sear skulls with e'ry digital dreamery!!
Scatter soundbites, rhymes and pixels without tire,
Wet the crowd on water, wine, weed and fire,
popcorn, birds and beasts galore!!
(softly) Make them crave and fear there is but more.
Within the narrow confines of our LSDN-line
you must traverse creation's circle, from profane to divine
and slide down with unlimited, high-bawd haste
from Heaven's Hair to Inferno's Waist---
In the time it takes to sin,
Make excess virtue,
losers win,
Less is less,
max mere min
More's never---
CLARAGE (hands up): enuff!
HAROLD THE HERALD: A-greed!
Deal us all in!
Let the fucking show begin!