THE ABC’S OF ZZ TOP

A couple of months ago, one of the editors noticed that the typeface on my typewriter looks like a computer print-out. I guess I might as well confess: my stuff is a computer print-out. Heres the way it works: I go talk with/listen to/lend five bucks to some musicians, then I come home and talk to the computer, which then writes up the story.

Now this is a pretty good deal—as you might guess—since I dont have to do much of anything except give old Brainiac reliable data. One of the drawbacks, though, is that I never know quite what to expect. Sometimes he seems real nice and writes pretty straightforward stuff. Then, all of a sudden, hell turn vicious, cranking out vitriolic Beat Goes On articles like crazy. I think it has something to do with brown-outs, but Ive nevqr pinned it down exactly. Anyway, this time I saw ZZ Top and come home to tell the computer all about it.