The Fiery Furnaces’ next album will consist of instruction, conventional music notation, graphic music notation, reports and illustrations of previous hypothetical performances, reports and illustrations of hypothetical performances previous to the formation of their hypotheses, guidelines for the fabrication of semi-automatic machine rock, memoranda to the nonexistent Central Committee of the Fiery-Furnaces-in-Exile concerning the non-creation of situations, Relevant to Progressive Rock Division, conceptual constellations on a so-to-speak black cloth firmament, and other items that have nothing to do with the price of eggs, or milk, or whatever the proverbial expression ceased to be.
In other words, a Silent Record.
CANNED SALMON. Who would ever dream that the plebeian canned salmon could be transformed into a morsel of such surpassing richness that it was immortalized by no less a person than Thackeray himself? Yes, canned or ” tinned ” salmon was in style as long ago as that, my friends.
And this is how the jovial litterateur did it for himself and his gifted friends: A gill of olive oil should be popped into the blazer with a tablespoon of chopped onion, a minced clove of garlic, two cloves, six peppercorns, and, when browned, a can of canned salmon in its liquid. Now add salt, bay leaf, a few slices of lemon, a pinch of curry powder, a pint of tomato pulp, a gill of Niersteiner, and water enough to cover the fish. Simmer twenty minutes, then pour into a deep dish that has been lined with toast, and call it ” Bouillabaisse.”” —Chapter VII. Snacks of Sea Food