Zoviet France
Digilogue
[Soleilmoon]
Rating: 7.0
"Irene, take this down, will ya? For posterity. You are working for a
powerful man, you know that?"
"No sir. I'm just your secretary."
"That's real funny, baby. Irene, the memo goes something like this: 'To
Mr. Johnny Blake, Director, Spectrum Entertainment. From... well Irene,
you know who I am, right."
"Yes sir."
"'Re: Zoviet France's new record... Shit... what was it called?"
"Digilogue."
"Digilogue... that's right, sweetheart. 'I regret to inform you of
this, but your art-student of a stepson's suggestions for our three-day
musical extravanganza are simply not what we have in mind. This record is
a prime example.
"'Now understand, Helmut is a smart young man. Way smarter than you or I.'
Scratch that, Irene. 'Way smarter than I. As such, I feel his tastes in
things like music are far too strange. As you know, we have spent months
lining up sponsors for this, perhaps the greatest musical event of the
century. We've got Hootie, we've got that swell Dave Matthews guy, we've
got Richie Sambora... we got a host of big-name, top- of- the- line,
crowd-pleasing, market-tested acts here and I don't think this Zoviet
France thing is going to fit in. Send my regards to your fifth wife, Uta.'
Type it up, Irene."
"Sir, if I may. I think you should explain why. s you have it, he may
not take this very well."
"You're right there, honeybuns. Add the following. 'This Zoviet France
band is big into this kinda weird atmospheric stuff. No verses, no chords,
no solos, no singing. This record consisted of swelling repetitive drones,
with flourishes of odd sounds run through all these weird effects. I'll
be honest with you, when I first put this into the Beemer's CD player, I
thought my speakers were picking up some sort of ominous alien
signal. Made me want to lay off that pixie dust, if you catch my drift.'
Uh... nix that last sentence, Irene. 'The sounds this outfit produces are
interesting for those types that your stepson Helmut hangs around with,
but to be frank, I just did not get it. It was, well, really creepy. The
kind of stuff that gets under your skin if you concentrate on it. So I
don't think it will work for the festival.' I think that's all I can say."
"Right, sir... Sir, if I may be so bold, have you ever thought about
selling insurance?"
"Lovely profession... You know, that sounds like something to think
about. But now, get me that Jewel chick's publicist on the phone. I've got
some asses to kiss."
"Just doing your job. Right, sir?"
"That's right, babe. All in a day's work."
-Samir Khan