Gristle had left to become Brazil's top audio engineer in March. When he came back for a visit in August, Rocky and I tried to think of the best way to surprise him.We brought him to the Anon Salon, the local cargo-cult which worships computers and technology without necessarily understanding them, and led him to the back room. "Your synths are all set up! Are you ready to play?"
He practically wept with joy. "It's a gig, oh my goodness, it's a gig!"
