by Rick Moody
Cassette One
(A)
“There was a lot of space in the living room to dance. My sister had a hula hoop and she used to put on Neil Diamond’s early work, like ’Mother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show.’ Now she’s a social worker in Sandusky, Ohio, with two kids named Jenny and Mike.“
1. Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky (1840-93), 1812 Overture, Op.49, edit.
2. The Beatles, “I Saw Her Standing There”(1965).
3. The Beach Boys, “I Get Around”(1965).
4. Byrds, “Turn, Turn, Turn”(1967).
5. Bob Dylan, “Tambourine Man”(1966).
6. Otis Redding, “(Sitting on) The Dock of the Bay”(1968).
7. Tommy James & the Shon-dells, “Mony, Mony”(1969).
8. Jimi Hendrix, “The Star-Spangled Banner”(1969).
9. Simon and Garfunkel, “Bridge Over Troubled Water”(1970).
(B)
“The most important place to learn about music was on the AM-only radio dial of my mom’s station wagon. Cousin Brucie, Wolfman Jack, Imus in the morning, and Harry Harrison.“
10. Bobby Sherman, “Julie, Do You Love Me?”(1971).
11. Three Dog Night, “Mama Told Me Not to Come”(1971).
12. Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, “Tears of a Clown”(1970).
13. Jackson Five, “I Want You Back”(1971).
14. Edwin Starr, “War”(1972).
15. Dobie Gray, “Fade Away”(1972).
16. Ohio Players, “Fire”(1972).
17. The Allman Brothers Band, “Ramblin Man”(1972).
18. James Taylor, “Fire and Rain”(1971).
19. Looking Glass, “Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl)”(1972).
20. The Brady Bunch Kids, “Candy”(1972).
Cassette Two
(A)
“Danny Berry’s dad accidentally killed someone mountain climbing—roped snapped and the guy sailed into a gorge. Danny liked really dark stuff. He turned me on to Pink Floyd. I remember reading the lyrics to ’Brain Damage and thinking it was really scary.“
l.Gary Glitter, “Rock ’n Roll”(1972).
2. Deep Purple, “Smoke on the Water”(1971).
3. Led Zeppelin, “Black Dog”(1971).
4. Focus, “Hocus Pocus”(1972).
5. Traffic, “John Barleycorn Must Die”(1973).
6. Yes, “Roundabout”(1972).
7. Edgar Winter Group, “Frankenstein”(1973).
8. Elton John, “Philadelphia Freedom”(1973).
9. Alice Cooper, “School’s Out”(1972).
(B)
10. Jethro Tull, “Skating Away on the Thin Ice of a New Day”(1974).
11. Emerson, Lake and Palmer, “Hoedown”(1973).
12. Pink Floyd, “Money”(1972).
13. Hot Butter, “Popcorn”(1973).
14. Genesis, “I Know What I Like (In Your Wardrobe)”(1973).
15. Mike Oldfield, “Tubular Bells”(1973).
16. The Who, “Baba O’Riley”(1971).
17. Electric Light Orchestra, “Roll Over Beethoven”(1972).
18. Moody Blues, “Legend of a Mind”(1968).
Cassette Three
(A)
“Had to hide my Kiss albums from my roommate in freshman year. But now I’m proud of them. These days, Kiss records sound really cool.“
1. The Tubes, “White Punks on Dope”(1975).
2. Kiss, “Rock ’n Roll All Nite”(1974).
3. Lou Reed, “Sweet Jane”(1973).
4. Roxy Music, “Re-Make, Re-Model”(1972).
5. David Bowie, “Rebel, Rebel”(1973).
6. Queen, “We Will Rock You”and “We Are the Champions”(1976).
7. Ian Hunter, “Once Bitten, Twice Shy”(1976).
8. Sweet, “Fox on the Run”(1976).
9. The Who, “Squeeze Box”(1976).
(B)
“When I got older I started to learn to play Frisbee and hackey sack.“
10. Bruce Springsteen, “Rosalita”(1973).
11. Grateful Dead, “Truckin’”(1972).
12. Bob Dylan, “Tangled Up in Blue”(1975).
13. Neil Young, “Cortez the Killer”(1975).
14. Joni Mitchell, “For Free”(1972).
15. Fleetwood Mac, “Go Your Own Way”(1975).
16. KC and the Sunshine Band, “Get Down Tonight”(1975).
17. Daryl Hall and John Oates, “She’s Gone”(1977).
18. The Eagles, “Hotel California”(1976).
Cassette Four
(A)
“I knew this guy, Mike Frew—he went on to become a big lawyer for Greenpeace—used to wear dog collars and listen to the Stranglers. He broke in punk rock big for my school Single-handedly. He had these dances featuring the Bee Gees and the Pistols albums.“
1. Peter Gabriel, “Solsbury Hill”(1976).
2. Iggy Pop, “Passenger”(1977).
3. Elvis Costello, “Radio, Radio”(1978).
4. Sex Pistols, “Anarchy in the U.K.”(1977).
5. Devo, “Satisfaction”(1978).
6. Stranglers, “Hanging Around”(1977).
7. Blondie, “Hanging on the Telephone”(1977).
8. The Police, “Walking on the Moon”(1979).
9. The Clash, “Safe European Home”(1978).
10. Sid Vicious, “My Way”(1979).
11. The Dickies, “Tra La La (The Banana Splits Theme Song)”(1979).
12. The Vapors, “Turning Japanese”(1980).
13. Plastique Bertrand, “Ca Plane Pour Moi”(1979).
(B)
14. Patti Smith, “Horses”(1976).
15. The Dead Boys, “Sonic Reducer”(1977).
16. Bee Gees, “Stayin’ Alive”(1976).
17. Television, “Marquee Moon”(1977).
18. Richard Hell and the Voidoids, “Blank Generation”(1978).
19. Talking Heads, “Warning Sign”(1978).
20. B-52’s “52 Girls”(1980).
21. Ramones, “Rock and Roll Radio”(1979).
22. Sex Pistols, “God Save the Queen”(1978).
Cassette Five
(A)
1. Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, “Enola Gay”(1979).
2. Peter Gabriel, “Games Without Frontiers”(1979).
3. The Cure, “Boys Don’t Cry”(1980).
4. Patti Smith, “Rock and Roll Nigger”(1979).
5. Modern Lovers, “Road Runner”(1972).
6. M, “Pop Music”(1979).
7. Human Sexual Response, “What Does Sex Mean to Me?”(1980).
8. Klark Kent, “On My Own”(1980).
9. Pretenders, “2000 Miles”(1983).
10. dB’S “I Thought You Wanted to Know”(1979).
11. Rockpile, “Teacher, Teacher”(1982).
(B)
“I spent most of college drinking beer at the campus bar and buying clothes from that nice girl at the used clothing store in Newport. ”
12. Funkadelic, “Hardcore Jollies”(1978).
13. Talking Heads, “Once in a Lifetime”(1980).
14. Brian Eno, “Kurt’s Rejoinder”(1976).
15. Gang of Four, “Outside the Trains Don’t Run on Time”(1981).
16. Public Image Limited, “Pop-tones”(1981).
17. Pere Ubu, “Dub Housing”(1979).
18. Blondie, “Rapture”(1982).
19. The English Beat, “Ranking Full Stop”(1979).
20. ABC, “The Look of Love”(1982).
21. R.E.M., “Sitting Still”(1983).
Cassette Six
(A)
l.The Replacements, “Unsatisfied”(1984).
2. Hüsker Dü, “Celebrated Summer”(1984).
3. Minutemen, “History of the World, Part II”and “This Ain’t No Picnic”(1985).
4. Cocteau Twins, “Lorelei”(1985).
5. Dead Kennedys, “California UberAlles”(1980).
6. Violent Femmes, “Good Feeling”(1984).
7. Black Flag,
“Slip It In”(1984).
8. James “Blood”Ulmer, “Are You Happy in America?”(1982).
9. Laurie Anderson, “O Superman”(1982).
10. The Smiths, “What Difference Does It Make?”(1984).
(B)
11. The Beastie Boys, “Cookie Puss”(1982).
12. Run-DMC, “RockBox”(1983).
13. New Order, “Bizarre Love Triangle”(1984).
14. Echo and the Bunnymen, “Never Stop”(1984).
15. Van Halen, “Panama”(1984).
16. Velvet Underground, “Jesus”(1970).
17. Bruce Springsteen, “Born in the U.S.A.”(1983).
18. Michael Jackson, “Beat It”(1983).
19. The Feelies, “The Boy with the Perpetual Nervousness”(1979) and “On the Roof”(1986).
Cassette Seven
(A)
“Don’t ask me about the mid-eighties. “
1. Van Morrison, “Sweet Thing”(1969).
2. Bob Dylan, “Most of the Time”(1986).
3. Big Star, “September Gurls”(1972).
4. Yo La Tengo, “Five Years”(1984).
5. Chris Stamey, “Cara Lee”(1985).
6. They Might Be Giants, “Dead”(1984).
7. Victoria Williams, “The Holy Spirit”(1987).
8. Robin Holcomb, “Going, Going, Gone”(1988).
9. The Proclaimers, “I’m Going to Be (500 Miles)”(1988).
10. A.C./D.C, “Back in Black”(1978).
11. Hall & Oates, “You Make My Dreams Come True”(1984).
(B)
12. R.E.M., “It’s the End of World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)”(1987).
13. Elvis Costello, “I Want You”(1987).
14. Prince, “Sign O’ the Times”(1986).
15. Captain Beefheart, “Low Yo Yo”(1973).
16. Metallica, “Enter Sandman”(1990).
17. The Cucumbers, “My Town”(1987).
18. Pogues, “Fairytale in New York”(1988).
19. Tom Waits, selections from PAIN DOGS (1986).
20. The Silos, “Let’s Go Get Some Drugs and Drive Around”(1990).
21. The Feelies, “Sooner or Later”(1991).
Cassette Eight
(A)
1. Sonic Youth, “Teenage Riot”(1988).
2. Ciccone Youth, untitled instrumental from The Whitey Album(1988).
3. The Pixies, “Here Comes Your Man”(1990).
4. Jane’s Addiction, “Stop”(1991).
5. Sugar, “That’s a Good Idea”(1992).
6. Pavement, “Summer Babe (Winter Version)”(1992).
7. Syd Barrett, “Golden Hair”(1972).
8. Sebadoh, “Brand New Love”(1992).
9. Television, “Rhyme”(1992).
10. Slint, “Nosferatu Man”(1988).
(B)
“In 1991, I was living in the basement at home. I’d take out the trash for my mom. I had an idea for a screenplay. I was going to get a broker’s license.”
11. Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”(1991).
12. My Bloody Valentine, “Glider”(1991).
13. Pearl Jam, “Jeremy”(1991).
14. The Pixies, “U.Mass”(1992).
15. P. J. Harvey “Rub Till It Bleeds”(1992).
16. Liz Phair, “Fuck and Run”(1993).
17. Sebadoh, “Spoiled”(1993).
18. Morphine, “In Spite of Me”(1993).
19. Vic Chestnutt, “West of Rome”(1994).
20. Dog Bowl, “Love Bomb”(1992).
21. Nine Inch Nails, “Head Like a Hole”(1992).
Cassette Nine
(A)
1. Nirvana, “Heart-Shaped Box”(1993).
2. Hole, “Doll Parts”(1994).
3. The Breeders, “Cannonball”(1993).
4. Offspring, “Genocide”(1994).
5. Half Japanese, “Roman Candle”(1989).
6. G. Love and Special Sauce, “Blues Music”(1995).
7. Beck, “Loser”(1995).
8. Guided by Voices, “Goldheart Mountaintop Queen Directory”and “Hot Freaks”(1994).
9. The Shaggs, “Philosophy of the World”(1972).
10. Fly Ashtray, “Barry’s Time Machine”(1995).
11. Smashing Pumpkins, “Today”(1995).
12. Stereolab, “Lock Groove Lullaby”(1994).
(B)
13. Soul Coughing, “Screenwriter’s Blues”(1994).
14. Bad Religion, “Television”(1995).
15. Rancid, “Roots, Rockers, Radicals”(1995).
16. The Sixths, “San Diego Zoo”(1995).
17. Boss Hog, “Nothing to Lose”(1995).
18. The Innocence Mission, “Happy. The End”(1995).
19. Neil Young, “The Ocean”(1995).
20. Guided By Voices, “Atom Eyes”(1996).
21. Steve Earle, “Ellis Unit One”(1996).
22. Rage Against the Machine, “Bulls on Parade”(1996).
23. White Zombie, “More Human Than Human”(1994).
Cassette Ten
(A)
1. John Cage, “In a Landscape”(1948).
2. Frederic Chopin, “Nocturne #1”(1839).
3. U. Srinivas, “Saranambhava Karuna”(1994).
4. Frank Zappa, “Get Whitey”(1995).
5. David Lang, “Face So Pale”(1993).
6. Thurston Moore, from the soundtrack to HEAVY (1996).
(B)
7. Brian Eno, “Ikebura”(1993).
8. J. S. Bach, “Contrapunctus XIV,”from DIE KUNST DER FUGUE (1750).
9. John Coltrane, “Stellar Regions”(1965).
10. Carl Stone, “Banteay Srey” (1992).
1l.Aphex Twin, “1”(1994).
Production, Remastering, and Sequencing at Bankruptcy studios by Mike Hubbard. A&R by Jules Hathaway. Liner Notes by Rick Moody. Special thanks to Wilkie Fahnstock, and the Fahnstocks of Mamaroneck, NY, and Marble-head, MA. http://www.chapter1l.com
Boys
Boys enter the house, boys enter the house. Boys, and with them the ideas of boys (ideas leaden, reductive, inflexible), enter the house. Boys, two of them, wound into hospital packaging, boys with infant pattern baldness, slung in the arms of parents, boys dreaming of breasts, enter the house. Twin boys, kettles on the boil, boys in hideous vinyl knapsacks that young couples from Edison, NJ, wear on their shirt fronts, knapsacks coated with baby saliva and staphylococcus and milk vomit, enter the house. Two boys, one striking the other with a rubberized hot dog, enter the house. Two boys, one of them striking the other with a willow switch about the head and shoulders, the other crying, enter the house. Boys enter the house, speaking nonsense. Boys enter the house, calling for Mother. On a Sunday, in May, a day one might nearly describe as perfect, an ice cream truck comes slowly down the lane, chimes inducing salivation, and children run after it, not long after which boys dig a hole in the backyard and bury their younger sister’s dolls two feet down, so that she will never find these dolls and these dolls will rot in hell, after which boys enter the house. Boys, trailing after their father like he is the Second Goddamned Coming of Christ Goddamned Almighty enter the house, repair to the basement to watch baseball. Boys enter the house, site of devastation, and repair immediately to the kitchen, where they mix lighter fluid, vanilla pudding, drain-opening lye, balsamic vinegar, blue food coloring, calamine lotion, cottage cheese, ants, a plastic lizard that one of them received in his Xmas stocking, tacks, leftover mashed potatoes, Spam, frozen lima beans, and chocolate syrup in a medium-sized saucepan and heat over a low flame until thick, afterwards transferring the contents of this saucepan into a Pyrex lasagna dish, baking the Pyrex lasagna dish in the oven for nineteen minutes before attempting to persuade their sister that she should eat the mixture; later they smash three family heirlooms (the last, a glass egg, intentionally) in a two-and-a-half hour stretch, whereupon they are sent to their bedroom, until freed, in each case thirteen minutes after. Boys enter the house, starchy in pressed shi
rts and flannel pants that itch so bad, fresh from Sunday School instruction, blond and brown locks (respectively) plastered down, but even so with a number of cowlicks protruding at odd angles, disconsolate and humbled, uncertain if boyish things —such as shooting at the neighbor’s dog with a pump action bb gun and gagging the fat boy up the street with a bandanna and showing their shriveled boy-penises to their younger sister —are exempted from the commandment to Love the Lord thy God with all thy heart and with all thy soul, and with all thy might, andthy neighbor as thyself. Boys enter the house in baseball gear (only one of the boys can hit): in their spikes, in mismatched tube socks that smell like Stilton cheese. Boys enter the house in soccer gear. Boys enter the house carrying skates. Boys enter the house with lacrosse sticks, and, soon after, tossing a lacrosse ball lightly in the living room they destroy a lamp. One boy enters the house sporting basketball clothes, the other wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. One boy enters the house bleeding profusely and is taken out to get stitches, the other watches. Boys enter the house at the end of term carrying report cards, sneak around the house like spies of foreign nationality, looking for a place to hide the report cards for the time being (under the toaster? in a medicine cabinet?). One boy with a black eye enters the house, one boy without. Boys with acne enter the house and squeeze and prod large skin blemishes in front of their sister. Boys with acne treatment products hidden about their persons enter the house. Boys, standing just up the street, sneak cigarettes behind a willow in the Elys’ yard, wave smoke away from their natural fibers, hack terribly, experience nausea, then enter the house. Boys call each other retard, homo, geek, and, later, Neckless Thug, Theater Fag, and enter the house exchanging further epithets. Boys enter the house with nose hair clippers, chase sister around the house threatening to depilate her eyebrows. She cries. Boys attempt to induce girls to whom they would not have spoken only six or eight months prior to enter the house with them. Boys enter the house with girls efflorescent and homely, and attempt to induce girls to sneak into their bedroom, as they still share a single bedroom; girls refuse. Boys enter the house, go to separate bedrooms. Boys, with their father (an arm around each of them), enter the house, but of the monologue preceding and succeeding this entrance, not a syllable is preserved. Boys enter the house having masturbated in a variety of locales. Boys enter the house having masturbated in train station bathrooms, in forests, in beach houses, in football bleachers at night under the stars, in cars (under a blanket), in the shower, backstage, on a plane, the boys masturbate constantly, identically, three times a day in some cases, desire like a madness upon them, at the mere sound of certain words, words that sound like other words, interrogative reminding them of intercourse, beast reminding them of breast, sects reminding them of sex, and so forth, the boys are not very smart yet, and, as they enter the house, they feel, as always, immense shame at the scale of this self-abusive cogitation, seeing a classmate, seeing a billboard, seeing a fire hydrant, seeing things that should not induce thoughts of masturbation (their sister, e.g.) and then thinking of masturbation anyway. Boys enter the house, go to their rooms, remove sexually explicit magazines from hidden stashes, put on loud music, feel despair. Boys enter the house worried; they argue. The boys are ugly, they are failures, they will never be loved, they enter the house. Boys enter the house and kiss their mother, who feels differently, now they have outgrown her. Boys enter the house, kiss their mother, she explains the seriousness of their sister’s difficulty, her diagnosis. Boys enter the house, having attempted to locate the spot in their yard where the dolls were buried, eight or nine years prior, without success; they go to their sisters room, sit by her bed. Boys enter the house and tell their completely bald sister jokes about baldness. Boys hold either hand of their sister, laying aside differences, having trudged grimly into the house. Boys skip school, enter house, hold vigil. Boys enter the house after their parents have both gone off to work, sit with their sister and with their sister’s nurse. Boys enter the house carrying cases of beer. Boys enter the house, very worried now, didn’t know more worry was possible. Boys enter the house carrying controlled substances, neither having told the other that he is carrying a controlled substance, though an intoxicated posture seems appropriate under the circumstances. Boys enter the house weeping and hear weeping around them. Boys enter the house, embarrassed, silent, anguished, keening, afflicted, angry, woeful, griefstricken. Boys enter the house on vacation, each clasps the hand of the other with genuine warmth, the one wearing dark colors and having shaved a portion of his head, the other having grown his hair out longish and wearing, uncharacteristically, a tie-dyed shirt. Boys enter the house on vacation and argue bitterly about politics (other subjects are no longer discussed), one boy supporting the Maoist insurgency in a certain Southeast Asian country, one believing that to change the system you need to work inside it; one boy threatens to beat the living shit out of the other, refuses crème brulée, though it is created by his mother in order to keep the peace. One boy writes home and thereby enters the house only through a mail slot: he argues that the other boy is crypto-fascist, believing that the market can seek its own level on questions of ethics and morals; boys enter the house on vacation and announce future professions; boys enter the house on vacation and change their minds about professions; boys enter the house on vacation and one boy brings home a sweetheart, but throws a tantrum when it is suggested that the sweetheart will have to retire on the folding bed in the basement; the other boy, having no sweetheart, is distant and withdrawn, preferring to talk late into the night about family members gone from this world. Boys enter the house several weeks apart. Boys enter the house on days of heavy rain. Boys enter the house, in different calendar years, and upon entering, the boys seem to do nothing but compose manifestos, for the benefit of parents; they follow their mother around the place, having fashioned their manifestos in celebration of brand-new independence: Mom, I like to lie in bed late into the morning watching game shows, or, I’m never going to date anyone but artists from now on, mad girls, dreamers, practicers of black magic, or A man should eat bologna, sliced meats are important, or, An American should bowl at least once a year, but these manifestos apply only for brief spells, after which they are reversed or discarded. Boys don’t enter the house, at all, except as ghostly afterimages of younger selves, fleeting images of sneakers dashing up a staircase; soggy towels on the floor of the bathroom; blue jeans coiled like asps in the basin of the washing machine; boys as an absence of boys, blissful at first, you put a thing down on a spot, put this book down, come back later, its still there; you buy a box of cookies, eat three, later three are missing. Nevertheless, when boys next enter the house, which they ultimately must do, it’s a relief, even if it’s only in preparation for weddings of acquaintances from boyhood, one boy has a beard, neatly trimmed, the other has rakish sideburns, one boy wears a hat, the other boy thinks hats are ridiculous, one boy wears khakis pleated at the waist, the other wears denim, but each changes into his suit (one suit fits well, one is a little tight), as though suits are the liminary marker of adulthood. Boys enter the house after the wedding and they are slapping each other on the back and yelling at anyone who will listen, It’s a party! One boy enters the house, carried by friends, having been arrested (after the wedding) for driving while intoxicated, complexion ashen; the other boy tries to keep his mouth shut: the car is on its side in a ditch, the car has the top half of a tree broken over its bonnet, the car has struck another car which has in turn struck a third, Everyone will have seen. One boy misses his brother horribly, misses the past, misses a time worth being nostalgic over, a time that never existed, back when they set their sisters playhouse on fire; the other boy avoids all mention of that time; each of them is once the boy who enters the house alone, missing the other, each is devoted and each callous, and each plays his part on the telephone, over the course of months. Boys enter the house with fishing gear, according to prearranged date and time, arguing about whether to use lures or live
bait, in order to meet their father for the fishing adventure, after which boys enter the house again, almost immediately, with live bait, having settled the question; boys boast of having caught fish in the past, though no fish has ever been caught: Remember when the blues were biting? Boys enter the house carrying their father, slumped. Happens so fast. Boys rush into the house leading EMTs to the couch in the living room where the body lies, boys enter the house, boys enter the house, boys enter the house. Boys hold open the threshold, awesome threshold that has welcomed them when they haven’t even been able to welcome themselves, that threshold which welcomed them when they had to be taken in, here is its tarnished knocker, here is its euphonious bell, here’s where the boys had to sand the door down because it never would hang right in the frame, here are the scuff-marks from when boys were on the wrong side of the door demanding, here’s where there were once milk bottles for the milkman, here’s where the newspaper always landed, here’s the mail slot, here’s the light on the front step, illuminated, here’s where the boys are standing, as that beloved man is carried out. Boys, no longer boys, exit.
