I’ve had a few requests to unspool the Naked Rabbit Pocket Library. Not everyone is enthusiastic about cut and paste projects like I am, and more than one user has asked that I present them in a computer readable format. Here are two:
I cannot even remember making this PDF. It’s a copy of the print booklet “Senk Djalb,” a Chick-style tract I used to print up and leave on benches and in phone booths here and there.
Read it aloud – it’s pretty interesting. I’ve never heard any two people read it the same way. It is, of course, a made-up language, composed of sounds I thought sounded like talking. My friend Ken O’Donnell suggested I make “conjugations” at times – variations of the words with different endings so that there was some repetition and therefore semblance of a language. Smart fellow, Ken.
Now that you have it, print out a copy and leave it lying around, or just attach it to the next email you send. Tell the recipient that you have just read something amazing that has changed your life forever.
Not many people have seen “Anna,” my short narrative film from last year. It’s a bit long for the internet with a running time of 22 minutes. So you would have had to have seen it one of the various screenings last Spring.
Here is some of the music from the film. You can either use this clever player embedded here or, if Flash is bothersome (and it is) you can always download the MP3s here for later enjoyment.
The main title theme was a little melody that had been thumping away in my head since 1987. I have a number of fairly incompetent recordings of it from that time, notably with violinist Korine Fujiwara (who now has a proper career). I was fairly unaware of minimalism at the time, only knowing what I could glean from Tuxedomoon, to which I was fairly devoted at the time. The obvious Nymanisms in the final version are intended, but really did have their origin in my total naivete – I’m fairly sure I had picked up this kind of thing by osmosis, and probably more from Glass than anyone else; I had not yet heard Nyman.
You can imagine me in 1987, banging out the 4/4 and then 7/4 rhythm on a Casio keyboard with the relentless pursuit of a chimpanzee and you will get the picture. Dertainly Korine had that impression as she played along with my epic, 20-minute take. My only real instruction to her: do not play pizzicato. You can tell when she gets sick of it during the take because the violin starts to plunk, plunk, plunk…
Download this shockingly small zip file and print out your own private library of ten new comics. Instructions are included so you can print cut, and fold them up. Good fun for bad children. Wide range of topics and sensibilities. Years in the making.
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