When I told you about the Gold Lady kicking Dr. Marcus’s ass in his Banker’s Hill Home, I mentioned how she and the Man with the 4-Way Hips were coming to the hospital and they were taking me away to Santa Monica. Nothing has happened since. Edmund thinks this makes me another silly faggot who does nothing with his life and somehow thinks someone is going to discover him for the talented person he is without doing a goddamed thing about it. Edmund has often asked me, “Are you holding out for kept boy status?”
Of course not. I just want to live with my friends. When splendor comes, I will leave this place. Roger got it into his head that the Gold Lady will magically manifest herself on the lawn and that she will appear to all. I told him she hasn’t shown up yet in her Mercedes and that she will make an appearance in her own time. Unfortunately for me, the Gold Lady is busy gallivanting around the world with the likes of Robbie Williams, David Bowie, and Madonna. There has been endless gossip on the phone about what’s been going on her life, but not a chance for me to ask, “When are you coming?”
I’m tempted to call the press, tell them I’m a source close to the Gold Lady, and dish the dirt. Trust me, honey, there is a lot of dirt. I asked the Gold Lady if she was the beautiful black woman I saw in a red dress while I was in Santa Monica, and she said, “No.” I then mentioned the woman said Toshio on the phone and the Gold Lady told me she could not have been walking down Santa Monica Boulevard because she was in London that weekend.
I told her I tried calling her while my brother and I were driving up to L.A. and all the Gold Lady could tell me was that her phone was out of service. Oh, please! I know all about her and Toshio Tokage meeting at a café. I could not find her because I was too busy shopping with Dylan to notice her.
In this music store there are headphones so you can listen to a CD before you buy it. I saw Radiohead’s Kid A by pair of headphones, so I put them on and listened to the first track. The music was kind of weird; the guy sang kind of funny, and there were a lot of weird and spooky sounds, but I think I could like it. I think it’s the kind of music Kid A would play himself, and if he played this music, I would say it sounds like he misses the Gold Lady.
When Kid A was studying at Tokyo University, the Gold Lady was his girlfriend. She inspired him when he did his MFA thesis, which was music about her, but they broke up because Issey Miyake discovered her and she became very famous. It would be years before he became famous as well.
As I said before, he must be famous because Radiohead named their new CD after him. I really like “Idiotheqe” because any discotheque that doesn’t have the Gold Lady dancing in it must be stupid. The words, whenever I understand them, don’t make a lot of sense, but it’s groovy nonetheless. The last song, though it’s weird and spooky like the rest, is beautiful like classical music, and it makes me want to draw pictures of the Gold Lady and Kid A with lots of color, kick ass color, and it makes me feel sorry for the Man with the 4-Way Hips because he will feel left out, because the Gold Lady and Kid A were lovers long before the Man met the Gold Lady.
He wrote The Gold Sutras
a collection of electronic hymns
buzzes and whirrs
noises taken out of context
to command the listener
to have reverence for the Gold Lady.