Mr. Wuzgudt Comes to Town. Not a Reference to David Byrne, ... B. Eno?

Every Friday evening Mr. Wuzgudt comes to town. He looks back at the week and says his name. ... Wuzgudt!!! What? Don't hurry the Sabbath along. He looks back at the week and says his name. Wuzgudt! That is my name. And that is what I say. My name ... Wuzgudt!!! That is my name. And that is what I say. You say your name? My name is Wuzgudt, and that is what I say. ... Wuzgudt. My name. He looks back and sees the things that happened. What had he done the week? This week. Wuzgudt! That is may name. The week. ... Wuzgudt! Music, art, writing, computer, guitarmaking. Repairs. The violin. Wuzgudt, that is what I say! The laws. Some faith. Wuzgudt. Health. Relationships. Supportive people. Wuzgudt.Work, servile work. His business. Money, budgeting, the books, his employees. People. Wuzgudt! Transportation, a car, truck. Wuzgudt. That is my name, and that is what I say. WUZGUDT !!! His home. With the organization. The front room. The ofice. His workspace. The basement. Wuzgudt. That is my name. That is what I say. Wuzgudt. He told a friend. Wuzgudt! He said. Compassion. Joy. Peace. And love. North. East. South. West. Above. Below. Wuzgudt! He looked back. If not now, when? Wuzgudt! Did I say writing? Wuzgudt!