(1995) - 15 minutes - a wild socio-erotic expression -
This is the first in a series of pieces to shift focus somewhat towards a more urban psychoscape. The elements of 'place' are still there, but are less obvious.

The title is drawn from the novel by William S. Burroughs. It is basically about homosexual warrior packs out to save the world from an oppressive police state.

Samples of Burroughs readings are integrated into the music of four saxes and four percussion.

This work was awarded the Sounds Australian Composition of the Year 1996, and was also selected in the Recommened-for-Broadcast List of 10 pieces at the Paris Rostrum 1997.   It was subsequently the most broadcast piece.

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William S. Burroughs

Below are some extracts from William S. Burroughs'  The Wild Boys
which should add to the flavour of the music.

 Sections of the music are titled:

Intro - Burning screams - Improvisations - Time hiccups - Hot spurts - Bop! - Marrakech - Phantom figures swirl around taking shape from moonlight - Raw bleeding meat - The control machine - Electric sex currents... quivering bodies, writhing, gasping.

From William S. Burroughs'

The Wild Boys

By the way, this part of my program note was heavily censored at the first performance!

‘(‘The wild-boy thing is a cult based on drugs, depravity and violence more dangerous than the hydrogen bomb’.)

Under the pretext of drug control suppressive police states have been set up throughout the Western world... (they)maintain a democratic facade from behind which they loudly denounce as criminals, perverts and drug addicts anyone who opposes the control machine. Underground armies... put out false alarms on the police short wave radio directing patrol cars to non-existant crimes and riots which enables us to strike somewhere else... Our aim is total chaos... We intend to march on the police machine everywhere... We intend to destroy all dogmatic verbal systems. The family unit and its cancerous expansion into tribes, countries, nations we will eradicate at its vegetable roots. We don’t want to hear any more family talk, mother talk, father talk, cop talk, priest talk, country talk or party talk. To put it simply we have heard enough bullshit.

The legend of the wild boys spread and boys from all over the world ran away to join them... A common language based on variable transliteration of a simplified hieroglyphic script is spoken and written by the wild boys. In remote rest areas the boys fashion there glyphs from wood, metal, stone and pottery... The boy statues are covered with human skin tanned in ambergris, carbolic soap, rose petals, rectal mucus, smoked in hashish and burning leaves... a yellow-haired boy straddles a copper skinned Mexican, feet braced muscles carved in orgasm...

The roller skate boys sweep down a hill in a shower of autumn leaves. They slice through a police patrol. Blood spatters dead leaves in air.

Glider boys drift down from the sunset on red wings and rain arrows from the sky.

Sling shot boys glide in across a valley riding their black plastic wings like sheets of mica in the sunlight torn clothes flapping hard red flesh.

Cat boys... in green jockstraps wade out of the bay. Each boy has a venomous speckled sea snake coiled around his arm.

Mamba boys black as obsidian with mamba-skin jockstraps and kris glide forward.

Five naked boys release cobras above a police post. As the snakes glide down the boys move their heads from side to side. Phalluses sway and stiffen. The boys snap their heads forward mouths open and ejaculate. Strangled cries from the police box. Faces impassive the boys wait until their erections subside.

Some of the wild boys do not talk at all. Others have developed cries, songs, words as weapons. Words that cut like buzz saws. Words that vibrate the entrails to jelly. Cold strange words that fall like icy nets on the mind. Virus words that eat the brain to muttering shreds. Idiot tunes that stick in the throat round and round night and day.

Two naked youths with curly black hair and pointed Pan ears casting dice by a marble fountain. The loser bends over looking at his reflection in the pool. The winner poises behind him like a phallic god. He pries the smooth white buttocks apart with his thumbs. Lips curl back from sharp white teeth. Laughter shakes the sky.

Dim jerky stars are blowing away across a gleaming empty sky, the wild boys smile.’ ... (William S. Burroughs)

This piece is dedicated to composer and friend Michael Lonsdale (The Beast)

 a seasoned 'Burroughsfile' - in gratitude for introducing me to the novels.

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T h e

W i l d

B o y s

Performed by world famous percussionists
with saxophonists
Marjorie Smith- soprano
Tony Gorman- alto
Sandy Evans- tenor
Peter Boyd- baritone
solos by
Sandy Evans & Tony Gorman


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The Wild Boys has been broadcast in :-
Argentina - Radio Nacional de Argentina

Australia - ABC Classic FM
Austria - ORF
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Portugal - RDP
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- Radio St Petersburg
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