Monkey Bicycle
Is it a blog? A journal? A fucking monkey? Strange, written for-shock-value, pomo stuff … and yet, somewhat entertaining. Check out the one sentence stories, for example: “When the great Russian classical pianist Vladimir Horowitz first came to America, the one person he really wanted to meet was innovative jazz pianist Art Tatum so he went to one of his gigs, got soused with him backstage; and then, accustomed to adoration wherever he went, sat down at the piano, played a honky-tonk piece he’d written and waited for Tatum’s jaw to drop but Art just stood there with a little shit eating grin on his face until after a minute or so, he sat down at the keyboard with his interpretation of what Horowitz had composed, causing Horowitz to put his head in his hands in utter despair and abandon any fantasies he may have had.”
