#Pete Scaturro

[publicacionesdeunachica]

What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.

What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.

[torley]

Composed by Gary Malkin with Dan Alvarez, Jeff Beal, Michael Boyd and Pete Scaturro.

[odk-2]

William S. Burroughs w/ The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - The Junky's Christmas (1993) William S. Burroughs (words) / Michael Franti (music) / Rono Tse (music) from: "Spare Ass Annie and Other Tales" (LP|CD)

Spoken Word | Hip-Hop

JukehostUK (left click = play) (320kbps)

Personnel: William S. Burroughs: Narration Pete Scaturro: Hammond Organ The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy: Instrumentation / Sampling / Programming (Michael Franti and Rono Tse)

Produced Hal Willner / The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy

Length: 15min:55sec Size: 37MB

Recorded: @ The Hairball 3 Studio in Lawrence, Kansas USA during 1993

Released: on September 28, 1993

Island Records Red Label 4th & Broadway (Island Records)

Text from chapter of the same name in "Interzone" (1989) Viking Penguin Press © William S. Burroughs

A collaboration between Burroughs, producer Hal Willner, and politico-rappers Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy. It features Burroughs reading excerpts from seven of his books set to music by the Heroes, mostly a slow, lazy funk that sounds like it was lifted from a '70s blaxploitation soundtrack. Highlights include the 16-minute, decidedly Burroughsian holiday treat "A Junky's Christmas" and "Words of Advice for Young People," which first appeared on the "Smack My Crack" collection, minus the music. - William I. Lengeman III (AllMusic.Com)

[mitjalovse]

Wildflower should have probably supplanted Chinese Democracy as a term for the-album-most-likely-to-be-vaporware-until-it-got-finally-released, although I am sure that did not happen, because The Avalanches cannot compete with the myth of Guns N'Roses. You see, the long gestating period for Chinese Democracy became a legend of its own and I fear it overshadows the actual record, which is both brilliant and stupid. Axl Rose intended to distill everything he considered majestic into one monolith of an LP. Occasionally, he succeeds in that, but the disc mostly feels like going through Venice on a speedboat with the driver being high on cocaine. Sure, it's an event, yet you wish for him to stop and let you see some of the sights for yourself. Mr. Rose just needed someone who would tell him to focus. Then again, who would be brave enough to do that?